Snow On My Blog

Snow On My Blog

Do you want it to snow on your blog?

It’s easy follow the steps below:

(This will only work from a desktop.  I didn’t didn’t see the option on mobile.)

  1. Go to Settings
  2. Under General scroll down to Holiday Show
  3. Switch on!
  4. Goes until January 4th on the site

Merry Christmas!

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IG Writers December Challenge

IG Writers December Challenge

Happy Sunday!

I just have to share this Instagram (IG) Writers December Challenge that I came across at midnight, created by  @normalchey on IG

It’s a great way to look at your writing life by posting everyday of December for the challenge listed.  It’s also a great way to get into posting on a regular basis so that you can connect with other writers.

Check me out on Instagram  @hbnorell on IG

Have fun with this, it’s a joyous month to celebrate you as a writer!

NaNoWriMo Goal Trackers

NaNoWriMo Goal Trackers

Are you on a writing roll and you don’t want to stop because it’s built into your daily life? The problem is you need a way to keep track of your word count just like on Nano.  This  helps to keep you accountable as you see the stats of your daily word count progress. Hold onto your keyboards – problem solved!  NaNoWriMo has just introduced Goal Trackers!  I’m totally jumping up and down for this! Keep track of your goals just like we do during November Novel Month on NaNoWriMo.  Go to ‘My NaNoWriMo’, then click on ‘Goal Trackers’.  Create your title, timeline and word count goal.  I have already started mine for December, it may be a lesser goal but still a goal of writing everyday.

Happy Writing!

 

 

 

 

The Mixture is Out of Balance

The Mixture is Out of Balance

This poem was written by combining 5 random verbs (balance, fate, moan, peck, peep) with baking nouns (cupcake, flour, mixture, pan, sugar)

 

The mixture is all out of balance.

Don’t moan, don’t make a peep.

Because putting this all together isn’t an exact science;

you won’t end up with a pan of cupcakes.

 

Pecking at me won’t help either.

You get more flies with sugar, but ask yourself,

Who really wants flies?

 

You can screw up your face,

but it won’t turn flour into toast–

That sort of alchemy doesn’t work

and it won’t convince me, either.

 

It’s all nonsense, it’s all just chance;

throw it in the pan like a stir-fry

and see what we can get.

 

That mixture, even if it is out of balance,

could feed us for tonight, maybe

sate some of our hunger.

We’re left with the thirst, but we can sleep

tonight with full bellies

and aching limbs and longing hearts.

 

Out of balance doesn’t mean ruined.

A fallen souffle

a crumbling cake with runny frosting

bacon with just the edges burnt

Eat it. Don’t let it go to waste.

An Apology and a Story

An Apology and a Story

I would like to apologize for the the blank post,”Abusive Relationship”. I’m saddened by the loss of the poem, and it was actually a comedy piece, but, alas, it has dissipated as so many digital works.I would like to submit in its stead, this short piece. As always, thanks to our readers:)

The vague fuzziness became thought, and as Edgar felt the thought, he became conscious of himself. There was a golden warm light, and he felt a little cold. He didn’t know his name. He didn’t know he was Edgar, but consciousness now had him, and he felt cold, despite the warm air that was drying his wet skin.
Someone was standing over him, and there was sound now, but he did not understand. He didn’t remember that he had once worn glasses, and he didn’t know that he was naked. He simply knew that he was cold, and faced with such strangeness, he began to cry in long, wailing gasps.
Amy sat in the waiting room, across the desk, an attractive un-gender figure called West was scrolling through the forms that Amy had signed on the little screen. West nodded and slid the tablet back into its charger.
“Now you see, Miss Eden, your relative is cured from his illnesses, but he will need to come back twice a week. We usually suggest more, but the payment plan that was selected at the time that Mr. Eden was initiated only covers two. His integration into proper society will take longer than the optimal 6 weeks, as you have stated that you do not wish to enroll in any of our convenient payment plans We could safely say, “the un-gender paused while they looked down at a chart on their desk, “six months until he will be able to live alone.”
“Six months?!” Amy started. “I can’t have him living in my apartment for six months!”
West inclined their head. “I realize it is inconvenient, but, as your relative has to catch up on over two hundred years of scientific advances, history, and societal norms, well, he’s pretty much a child. For him to not have a guardian is not only unethical, it is illegal. Your family signed documents of responsibility when this contract was made. Until he is deemed acceptably integrated, you are his legal guardian.”
“Bloody Hell.” Amy said under her breath.
A heavyset nurse with large breasts came in the side door. “He’s awake!” She said, handing a tablet to the un-gender. “I hope you have informed your employer that you will need a few days off.” The nurse made a pouty face, “ The poor old boy is having a difficult adjustment.
Amy slumped even further into her chair as the open door let in a grown man’s child-like wail.