Labels: fiction, Internet, LIFE AS GRETA, me, writing
This is the coolest thing I've seen in a while. Six DIGITAL stories. Love the folks at Penguin UK.
Here's the skinny, click on one of the images to the left (or atop). Then when you get there, pick your story.Go back through your archives and post the links to five of your favorite blog posts. For me, I dug back. WAY back to the beginning. Mostly because none of those posts are labeled/tagged. Why not give a little love to the beginning. You can link to anything in your archive...
Post links about:
When my son was about six months old, I loathed my husband. At first glance I thought it was because I felt tied to my baby--having to nurse him every 2 hours (and for 40 minutes a pop), or that I hadn't slept for over an hour since he had been born, or the fact that I was still working a 40+ hour work week WITH my son at home with me the entire time and no extra help. Or maybe at first glance it was because I was still adjusting to being a mom, being woken up every morning at 5am, or the fact that my family seemed to notice that I was falling to pieces and no one was there to support me." Read full post.
"If I didn't have these girls around when I entered high school (or survived it)--I too could now be the drunken chic on a bar stool at home still living with her parents." Full post here.
"It is time I just admit it. I'm fat (again). I've struggled with weight ever since I can remember. In my teens I stayed active enough in the summer to keep in the general good side of the weight--and winter brought on the pounds. But when try-outs came for track or cheerleading- I'd buckle down and kill myself for 2 weeks until I was in shape enough to make the cut." Read post here.
"Sniff flowers?" He points to the newly bloomed daffodils in the flower bed surrounding the doorway. He leans forward, ever so careful not to fall forward and sniffs. Loud and funny like a toddler would do--to make sure I hear the sniffs. "Flowers smell good Mom."
Read full post here.
"Tonight I am sitting at my kitchen table, dinner dishes wiped clean and moved to a pile in the sink, laptop open in front of me with the current work in progress staring at me in it un-finished state, and my son--with more than a city of dinosaurs, Disney Toy Story, trucks, cars, and Thomas the Tank Engine figurines spread in front of him--happily serenading me to his favorite song of the day--Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. I've lost count, but I think this is the 12th time he has sang it in a row for me. In between each rendition he continues the story of the characters before him." Full post here.
Post your five links and then tag five other bloggers. At least two of the people you tag must be newer acquaintances in the blogosphere, so that you get to know each other better. [as a side note, I hate tagging. It is like the damn chain letters. But, whatever, maybe someone will respond. I've tagged anyone who might play along]
Tag, you’re it:
And if I didn't tag you but you want to join in, feel free... it's still fun. Lemme know your Internet Digs address, I'll stop by and learn about you."Rewind about five years, I'd given birth to our first child, a son. His birth was a lot more painful, stressful, and tore me in more ways than I thought humanly possible. With still healing stitches and a high-demand nurser on my hip, The Talk was the farthest thing from my mind. I was delirious for someone to clean up the dinner dishes and let me lie down for 4 hours of continuous sleep. But the only thing my husband was delirious about was the possibility of sex."Read the full article here.
Labels: Hybrid Mom, Internet, sex, writing
"I challenge you to make your own list. The only catch? You can't include a single person you know on your list. No "I love the way my husband laughs" or "I love hearing my little girl call for me." It'll be tough, I know. But this particular little exercise is about stripping away everyone who defines you and figuring out what you (not his partner; not their mother/daughter/sister/friend) love."
Labels: Internet, links, me, motherhood, The Kiddo
The rating itself isn't that funny--I mean, it is actually probably quite accurate. But the reasoning for the rating? Well that is hilarious. Apparently the presence of the word Hell (three times) and zombie (once) constitutes parental guidance. I wonder how many times I need to say fuck to get me to an R-rating?
The first, if you haven't heard of it yet, you are really stuck under a rock, it is Twitter. It is a short form of blogging--and you have friends and followers, and well, it is based on a simple question: What are you Doing? Answer it, and you have created your first Tweet. If you're interested, sign up here. And add me as a follower (bethanyh).
Now the other. This one consumes even MORE time. POSH Mama. It's for girls only (sorry guys) and a social network for moms (mostly, but you can join if you aren't a mom!). It talks about fashion, fun crafty things, all things children, and of course lets you find a network of mothers with similar interests. Join in discussions and groups, and leave a note on comment walls. But, I'd be lying if I didn't say there was some self-promotion involved here. I was asked my Posh Mama herself to help out--my book reviews are being featured weekly on Fridays. So, if this is up your alley, feel free to stop on by and sign up yourself. Let 'em know I sent you... and of course enjoy the great haute mamas!
Oh, and I can't forget LoveOfReading.com. Seriously, it is a great combination of sharing good books with readers and promoting authors. You can enter book raffles, read author blogs, listen to author interviews, read book excerpts, read reviews, and take part in an online book fair! I love book fairs--I was the kid in high school that had to trim down her pile of books before she could purchase them when the book fair hit our local library (and school library). I am totally in love with the idea of an online book fair. So please stop by the site between November 14 and 16 from 10am - 8pm EST. I'll love you for it!
Santa Claus is considering retirement and is looking for a successor. You’ve decided to apply for the gig. Explain why you should be the next Santa, and what changes you’d make to the North Pole workshop.*Don't tell me your mind wasn't reeling after the first sentence. Santa Claus. Successor. Hell, that could be an ENTIRE novel at this point.
Labels: Internet, links, writing prompt
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