I think that there is something spiritually holding me back from writing my NaNoWriMo 2011 Novel. There are several issues that have been driving me crazy. The issues are:

• My family
  • My brother unhappiness in the bottom of bottle (He think he is happy or content when he is drunk, but he just disturbs everyone and cannot walk. He just hiding bigger ( Read more... )

First of allà I do not believe that you have to have a piece of paper approved by the government to show that you love someone.

Believe it or not, it was Christianity that pushed the marriage thing-way before the government ever got involved. Men actually had more than one wife and many kids. (I would hate him when all his women’s cycle lined up.)

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"What the fuck. . . gives you freedom . . . freedom makes opportunity. . . Opportunity makes your future" Risky Business . . . sometimes just have to say "What the Fuck!"

That is what I did when I woke up this morning I said "What the Fuck" my way which is "Fuck it"

Fuck It

Rebekah © 2011

Dishes will get done later
Grocery shopping is done
I chatted ( Read more... )

There is so much going on with father, brothers and my (ex) stepmother . . .

In September, my father filed for divorce which has just gotten nastier and nastier. My (ex) stepmother’s lawyer is trying to fight with and get the boy out of home schooling. The boys like their schooling (or at least they told me that did.)

Let me step back and explain ( Read more... )

Well, I have a lot to write on my family so I am dividing them into several blogs.

First blog is about my 26 year old brother. . . If you have read some of my previous blogs than you would know that I ask for positive vibes, prayers, spells, and optimistic thoughts toward him as he had an infection from his teeth which went to his heart and lungs ( Read more... )

As I have mentioned in several blogs my father and stepmother are getting a divorce and damn is it getting nasty. My stepmother keeps lying to everyone from her own family and those at my father’s church as she is trying to play the victim card. . . She has more debt in college loans than my father owes on his house, but she hasn’t told her lawyer ( Read more... )

Drama follows me like puppy chasing after that young kid, hoping they will take it home and care for it. Well, drama can go fuck yourself!

Anyway, Saturday Tom and I got to hang out with my father as we all went to visit my brother. I got to find out what is going on with my father and step-mother divorce which is way more drama than I probably ( Read more... )

It’s Thursday 6:30 in the morning and I am unbelievably exhausted, but my brain will not shut up. . . I am working on projects that have to do with ghost and urban legends and I think I am scaring the shit out of myself.

I just realized that the legends research really isn’t as scary as how freaking small my world is. . .

To make a really long ( Read more... )

It’s 10 am on a Sunday, and what the hell am I doing up? I went to bed at 3 am which is extremely early for me. I usually go to bed about 5-6 and wake up 12-2. Many people would say that most of my day is shot, but I do most of my work at night. . . my writing comes to me upon the dark moon-lit sky and the dancing stars.

Last night it rained, and ( Read more... )