writer's block writer's block writer's block.
I've been a busy little bee and this is the first time in my life I've been able to wet AND dry Swiffer my living quarters three or more times a week- something I'd love to pat myself on the back about. Alas, I'm in a writing rut. I'm even sensing it in my class. I read the kiddie's second draft of a paper about cell phones and civility and...I must be doing something wrong. NO FIRST OR SECOND PERSON, I've said. MAKE YOUR POINT IN FEWER WORDS, I've said. DON'T ASK QUESTIONS, I've said.
Second drafts? First and second person. Questions. Weak, wordy arguments. There has to be something I can do.
Today in class I'm going to have them do a fun exercise I found on reddit.com- teacher assigned partners, they had to park themselves in front of email one night and take turns writing a story. One student was a male gamer, other a hopeless female romantic. Hilarity ensued. I'm sure I won't get exact results but I'm really in the need of a laugh...or blog inspiration...or something. I'm going to tweak it- assign partner, write for two minutes, switch. Repeat 8 times. Read aloud for extra credit. Turn in for class credit.
Shannon's post today was a topical one for me. She's giving away a Scentcy (that word looks so wrong) gift from a buddy of hers. My MIL gave me a thirty-one bag that I fuggin' love. A former player started selling Mary Kay. Another bud of mine did those sexy-time parties before. We've alllll been suckered into going to these. I don't want to sell door to door. I don't want think I want to host parties. But I like this idea (selling fun crap I don't need...but still so DESPERATELY NEED.)
In other giveaway news, I won my very first one this week. Back in August, I signed up for a Yoga Journal giveaway- the chances looked good 78 overall winners...and I was one of them! I won a pair of these. Pretty excited.
Funny note side. All of my players (women aged 18-22) are ALL OVER Pintrest. All over it. They've told me that they've planned their weddings, dream date, future home interior. I found it funny that me and my buds were ahead of the curve. Great news: We're not losing our coolness, girls. However, someone asked me who WuTang was the other day.
To keep my good giveaway karma going, I tweeted a pet company about the need for a scat mat. You see, I have a cat who is still mad, 18 months later, that he'e not allowed upstairs. When I was about 8 months preg with BB we decided cat hair/vom/general yetch was a no-no in the crib. So, between the hours of 2am and 6am the cat DIGS, CLAWS and scratches at the door because he misses us. I've tried using bed of nails mat to keep him away. He'll just push it aside and get to work on the door. So, my husband leaves our marital bed every night to sleep on the couch because it bothers him too much. And I miss him. I want him to sleep next to me. So, if anyone out there is listening, please send me a free scat mat. Or adopt my slightly used but very lovable, and great with kids cat.
Finally, going to yoga class tonight for the first time in over a month- I've been to seminars and such but haven't made class since I've been VISIBLY pregnant. Last time I was there teacher tried to remind the class to lay on their backs for final relaxation...I think the prompt came because I was on my side. I think this time he'll probably just let me go about my business...and SPEAKING OF WHICH...WTF heartburn? Can't lay on my right side (or back now) at ALL.
This B needs a la-z-boy.
I've been a busy little bee and this is the first time in my life I've been able to wet AND dry Swiffer my living quarters three or more times a week- something I'd love to pat myself on the back about. Alas, I'm in a writing rut. I'm even sensing it in my class. I read the kiddie's second draft of a paper about cell phones and civility and...I must be doing something wrong. NO FIRST OR SECOND PERSON, I've said. MAKE YOUR POINT IN FEWER WORDS, I've said. DON'T ASK QUESTIONS, I've said.
Second drafts? First and second person. Questions. Weak, wordy arguments. There has to be something I can do.
Today in class I'm going to have them do a fun exercise I found on reddit.com- teacher assigned partners, they had to park themselves in front of email one night and take turns writing a story. One student was a male gamer, other a hopeless female romantic. Hilarity ensued. I'm sure I won't get exact results but I'm really in the need of a laugh...or blog inspiration...or something. I'm going to tweak it- assign partner, write for two minutes, switch. Repeat 8 times. Read aloud for extra credit. Turn in for class credit.
Shannon's post today was a topical one for me. She's giving away a Scentcy (that word looks so wrong) gift from a buddy of hers. My MIL gave me a thirty-one bag that I fuggin' love. A former player started selling Mary Kay. Another bud of mine did those sexy-time parties before. We've alllll been suckered into going to these. I don't want to sell door to door. I don't want think I want to host parties. But I like this idea (selling fun crap I don't need...but still so DESPERATELY NEED.)
In other giveaway news, I won my very first one this week. Back in August, I signed up for a Yoga Journal giveaway- the chances looked good 78 overall winners...and I was one of them! I won a pair of these. Pretty excited.
Funny note side. All of my players (women aged 18-22) are ALL OVER Pintrest. All over it. They've told me that they've planned their weddings, dream date, future home interior. I found it funny that me and my buds were ahead of the curve. Great news: We're not losing our coolness, girls. However, someone asked me who WuTang was the other day.
To keep my good giveaway karma going, I tweeted a pet company about the need for a scat mat. You see, I have a cat who is still mad, 18 months later, that he'e not allowed upstairs. When I was about 8 months preg with BB we decided cat hair/vom/general yetch was a no-no in the crib. So, between the hours of 2am and 6am the cat DIGS, CLAWS and scratches at the door because he misses us. I've tried using bed of nails mat to keep him away. He'll just push it aside and get to work on the door. So, my husband leaves our marital bed every night to sleep on the couch because it bothers him too much. And I miss him. I want him to sleep next to me. So, if anyone out there is listening, please send me a free scat mat. Or adopt my slightly used but very lovable, and great with kids cat.
Finally, going to yoga class tonight for the first time in over a month- I've been to seminars and such but haven't made class since I've been VISIBLY pregnant. Last time I was there teacher tried to remind the class to lay on their backs for final relaxation...I think the prompt came because I was on my side. I think this time he'll probably just let me go about my business...and SPEAKING OF WHICH...WTF heartburn? Can't lay on my right side (or back now) at ALL.
This B needs a la-z-boy.
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