NaBloPoMo

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The question for today’s NaBloPoMo is: Where is your favourite place to blog? Ha. This is a pretty funny one. I’m guessing they’re asking about physical location? But my first thought was “Which blog?” I’m a chronic blog starter. I have had many. You see, I’m a journaler. I have been journaling since I was

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I’ve got nothin’. It’s Sunday night. I’m writing to keep up with my commitment to blog for the month of November. Can’t believe I’ve managed 11 days so far. Read a wonderful pair of blog posts this evening An Open Letter by Heather, a Christian woman who writes at her blog The Extrordinary Ordinary, to

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Quiet is how I recharge. At least some of the time. Well, it’s how I heal. Recharge takes music. My music. Quiet is not usually possible in a home with a child (an awake one anyway). I am currently listening to my 7yo impersonate Dr. Doofenschmirtz (sp?). “Behold, the bomb-circuit-inator!!!” while his Mario Bros. music

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…had a rockin’ bod. The writing prompt for today asks: If you could change one thing about your life right now, what would it be? Without hesitation, I wish I weighed about 100 lbs less and had muscles to die for. Physical health and fitness is an arena of emotion and chaos for me. I

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Today’s writing prompt: If you could have any job (and instantly have the training and qualifications to do it), which job would you want? No question. Rock star. From singing into a bottle of “Love’s Baby Soft” to my Aunt Tana’s solo (Thank You Jesus) on the Heritage Singers Album, to belting out songs from

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I don’t tend to get a lot of compliments. I suspect introversion may play a role. I don’t give a lot of compliments either, though I am quick to speak up of some part of a friend’s wardrobe or appearance catches my eye. You are a powerhouse. The last compliment I received took me by

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Song: When I’m PresidentArtist: ExtremeAlbum: Extreme II: Pornograffiti This song is the first thing that came to mind when I read the writing prompt for tonight. 🙂 I don’t like today’s question, to tell you the truth. I don’t honestly know enough about the true power of the president upon taking office to say what

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Wow. This is such a loaded topic I’m actually a bit afraid to talk about it publicly. Of course since this is a NaBloPoMo writing prompt, technically I *should* write on it to stay consistent with my desire to complete the writings for this month. And I don’t want to be a big ol’ ninny-chicken!

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My apologies to anyone who stumbles here. This isn’t an entertaining blog. It’s not an insightful blog. It’s just my ramblings. So much so it used to just be called Lundie’s Ramblings (in an earlier version of itself). Again, NaBloPoMo is what has brought me here. To free write on the weekends. (Weekdays get a

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Heh. Yeah. Writing as if the words came freely. It has been a long time since that has been the case. Back in college, my Freshman English class at a University was a bit of a farce. Rather than teaching us writing skills, we were doing a lot of stream-of-consciousness writing. It wasn’t until I