He's a wo(MAN)

I was trying to keep my opinion to myself but I'm a little disturbed about this so call man, PREGNANT. I watched Oprah yesterday and it's funny how people can play with words (writer's excluded) and deny the truth of who they really are. Added flava from the media to make you think one way or the other. Now here I was thinking how can this be possible? A man 6 mts pregnant. Well the truth is... he's really a wo(man) who doesn't want to be considered a lesbian. She said it's not sexual but a preference of being comfortable in her own clothes. I can understand that but still--- she wants to be recognized as a man, pregnant at that.

WAKE UP!!! Is anyone home??? Come at me if I'm wrong but what man desires the need and want to carry his wo(man) baby for 9 whole months? Biological clocks tick but I've never heard it ticking for a man, at least not the urge to carry one. Please, if that was the case my babies daddy would have given birth to all three of them. Well at least one for the pleasure of knowing what it's like to carry a baby and to go through labor.

This wo(man) can change her outward appearance, increase her testosterone level and still be what she is, a wo(man). I'm not trying to be insensitive to those who made the choice or feel they didn't have a choice of their gender preference. But it's clear that this woman want it all--- the life of a man and wo(man). WOW, people never cease to amaze me. This should have been an April Fool's joke from the media to me.

`rantings from an (ex) Health Professional

self Indulgence

I finally took some "me time" away from the home and indulged my taste bud with a vanilla latte- 7 pumps and 2 shots of expresso yesterday. I was high on caffeine but feeling really good. I also went to Barnes and Noble and invested in my reading and writing pleasures.

I purchased (2)moleskine pocket sized journals. One for my list of words and the other for jotting down story idea's and notes.

I also purchase a few good writing books for reference, to keep on my desk.

1) The Element of Style by Strunk/White/Kalman
2) The First Five Pages by Noah Lukeman
3) Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott
4) Whose Grammar Book Is This Anyway by C. Edward Good

and my pleasure reads... Succulent by Zane and Vampyre The Terrifying Lost Journal of Dr. Cornelius Van Helsing.

So I have enough to do this weekend ... all for the self indulgence of a full time mom desperately seeking some "me time" somewhere in between this, that, and everything else. Have a wonderful weekend!

"me time"

I'm telling you that yesterday was ROUGH! I tried to play SUPERMOM by doing the multi-tasked thing... online, joining book clubs, tweaking my blog, editing my story, talking on the phone, cooking (3 meals), organizing my lil'nook, washing clothes, changing diapers, playing the so called perfect playmate, grocery shopping and the list goes on.

But what really peeves me is my other half doesn't see the hard work women (I) do when we (wo-MAN) take on the SAHM role by preference over a lack of quality child care facilities at an affordable price. I'm not complaining... or am I? I just want a little "me time" or do I give all that up after becoming a mom? Heck nawww, I just need to figure out how to get my time in without feeling too exhausted once the house has settled down for the evening.

If role reversal were to take place between me and my other half he wouldn't make it. See I'm releasing aka venting on my blog but he'll explode because they (MEN) just can't handle the multi-tasked roles of a (wo-MAN). It's been proven and you think they would finally understand what we do behind the walls of our loving home.

ANYHOOTS--- I didn't edit my story like I intended to do last night. But today I'll take a multivitamin and dope myself up on caffeine with an extra shot of espresso before I take on the editing phase of my story. My goal is to submit it on the 8th, do I have enough time between now and then?

new day

I hadn't written a poem in a long time... so today I decided to write and see where my words flow.


new day

i imagine...
the sound of echo's
the silence of whispers
a song without lyrics
the conversations of speech
the rhythm of the untamed heartbeat
i imagine...
the cries of those who lived
some wish death could erase the tears
while holding onto cherished years
unsettled minds
awaiting time
slowly dissipates
i imagine...
the pain and joy
loneliness
emptiness
togetherness
as we walk through the rain
oblivious to the storm
abandoned by the fear unarmed
i imagine...
dancing to the hums of the African drums
shadow of the sun
keeping step in spite of the heat
until the moon pardons my (un) orchestrated feet
kindred’s of my past
spirits set free
reclaiming the missing part of me
i imagine...
a season of change
awareness of self
growth
and wisdom
eyes open
mouth closed
thoughts are scattered
but my soul is WHOLE
i imagine...
God gave me a reason
to scribe with I feel
imagination to create
breathe life to procreate
maybe to heal
uplift
or to help other's forgive
is it to entertain acquiring a little fame?
For whatever the reasons I vow to give
LIFE a chance to embrace the hues of a
a new me
a new start
a new beginning
unearthed is a new day©
Living the colors of my muse.

new friend

Meet my new friend--- Ziggy. He's the screensaver on my new computer. I don't know if any of you read The Secret but after reading that book I swear it was either the Universe or divine intervention because I got exactly what I wanted, a new Sony Vaio laptop from the specs to the color- Sangria. I didn't know how or when I was going to get one but I knew I wanted that laptop. So I applied the principles of the Secret by visionalizing my new computer. Then one day while writing, Boogie (my HP) crashed beyond repairs. No computer meant no writing, good excuse because I don't push the pen. At first I was pissed because my HP wasn't even two years old and the cost of repairs was just as much as a new computer. But low and behold a couple of weeks later after budgeting for a new laptop I got one as gift. WOW- amazing huh? That just goes to show you that anything is possible as long as you ask, beleive, and receive as if you already have it. So I ready to take the Secret a little further and see what the power of positive thinking has in store for me and my writing endeavors.

lesson's learned

After discovering a new muse, today I decided to put my thoughts to paper and do what Walter Mosley claims I can do, This Year You Write Your Novel. Read excerpt «---

I'm a novice to this thing call writing. Last month I wrote a short erotic story and submitted it to Amber Quill Heat Wave contest---UNEDITED. I know shame on me huh??? But it's ok since it was my first time I did learned a few valuable lessons to last a life time.

001) always give yourself plenty time to write
002) never submit your first draft, that's a big NO NO!
003) always edit your work & revise the final draft before submission
004) and never take rejection as failure- it's an ACCOMPLISHMENT!