Oh my holy cursive writing.....

Third grade. Yep, third grade is when all the writing fun begins. I had forgotten, of course. It's been way to many 29th birthdays~no fair telling how many, Tammi. ;-)~ to remember the joys of third grade.

Multiplication, Division, Geometry, Word problems~shoot me~, recorder practice, high emotion and my own private hell....Cursive handwriting!

Okay, so word problems trump cursive on the levels of I don't want to/can't do, but cursive is right on up there.

So, in tromps my third-grader the other day with all of her spit and vinegar spilling over and slams down her homework...a spelling list in cursive to be copied three or four times on the same sheet. Now I'm thinking, hey good idea, the more you write a word correctly the more you remember the spelling.

That is until my bundle of fury says, "MOM! How do you make a capital S in cursive????"

Oh Crap! OMHCW~check out my title for this one~

I hate cursive capital S's and I don't use them. EVER! LOLOL

It was clearly not a good homework session, but we muddled through and now guess who has to sit and write words in cursive with her bundle of fury? Yep. It's OK though, cause the kidlet comes by her difficulty with cursive naturally...both grandma and mom are horrid at it and a little practice never hurt anyone.

I've been told I really should have been a doctor with my ridiculously bad handwriting~~

Is there a doctor that never has to see blood? I doubt I would garner to much trust doctoring from the prone position! LOL

Have a great day!

Pbbssslt....Bye bye, Balloon!

LOL...So that is exactly how I feel today, an out-of-shape, over-wrung, deflated balloon.



I've submitted my latest story and know what I want to work on next, but the words just won't flow.

Shoot, even getting this blog done was like pulling teeth.

I'm new, and loving it, to the world of writing. Is it normal to go through moments of wordlessness once a story is finished? I'm most assuredly not at a loss for ideas.

My keepers are flashing themselves at me, begging for their story to be told next, but the Jags just keep growling them down. Rick and LeAnn really want to tell it like it is, but The band works hard at tuning them out. My shorts are trying to pleasantly remind me that they are needing to be finished and that they won't take long and my Fury just flies around my noodle putting off 'don't make me hurt you' vibes!

See ideas are the least of my worries...

Maybe it's the order of things. Maybe, I need to put some order to the disorder in my brain. Or maybe, I need to strap on the leathers and carry a really big strap into the orneriness that is my characters and show them whose boss....

Humm...something to think about.

So tell me, does this happen to anyone else? If so, what do you do to get past the wordlessness?

Have a great Sunday!

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