Ramblings of a Wannabe Writer

I certainly hope so!!!! Thank you 😁❤️

I’m old and had to look up what this means 😂😂😂 Thank you so much! And thanks for teaching me something new! lol

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Great descriptions.

Chapter One September 4th, 2006, 7:58am. The exact moment my life, my whole identity, was irreparably changed. Without my immediate knowledge or consent.

The only place I have today’s #wipsnips word “chapter” is at the beginning of each of my chapters 😂 Welcome to the first lines of Armani and Cigarettes. #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky

Chapter One September 4th, 2006, 7:58am. The exact moment my life, my whole identity, was irreparably changed. Without my immediate knowledge or consent.

The only place I have today’s #wipsnips word “chapter” is at the beginning of each of my chapters 😂 Welcome to the first lines of Armani and Cigarettes. #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky

Yay! So happy for you!

It was your average building, sort of an L shape, rising what looked to be about twenty stories high. The parking lot wrapped completely around the building, directing visitors to park in the rear. The parking in front was reserved for emergencies only. Where was the picnic area or the field where patients with limited supervision were allowed to sit and have lunch with loved ones or simply just enjoy the fresh air and sunshine? Granted, it was November in New York and it was about thirty degrees outside, but still. Were they never allowed outside? I thought about the hospitals I’d seen on TV and in the movies, where they had a main room everyone could go to and watch their shows or play board games, and they definitely had grounds outside that patients could be given privileges for. And I imagined that Whoopie Goldberg probably worked there, too. Thanks to her, I’d never forget where my aorta was located. That’s who should’ve been telling Marc he couldn’t have his razor. I wondered who made the decision to send Marc to this place instead and cursed them for screwing him over.

Today’s #wipsnips word is “screw”. #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky #amwriting

It was your average building, sort of an L shape, rising what looked to be about twenty stories high. The parking lot wrapped completely around the building, directing visitors to park in the rear. The parking in front was reserved for emergencies only. Where was the picnic area or the field where patients with limited supervision were allowed to sit and have lunch with loved ones or simply just enjoy the fresh air and sunshine? Granted, it was November in New York and it was about thirty degrees outside, but still. Were they never allowed outside? I thought about the hospitals I’d seen on TV and in the movies, where they had a main room everyone could go to and watch their shows or play board games, and they definitely had grounds outside that patients could be given privileges for. And I imagined that Whoopie Goldberg probably worked there, too. Thanks to her, I’d never forget where my aorta was located. That’s who should’ve been telling Marc he couldn’t have his razor. I wondered who made the decision to send Marc to this place instead and cursed them for screwing him over.

Today’s #wipsnips word is “screw”. #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky #amwriting

Awww hi sweet baby!!!!

Thank you so much!!! 13!!!! Totally crazy to me!! 😫😂

Accurate representation 😂

Awww naked chicken 😂. All three of our cats came from outside. Literally just decided they live here now 🤷🏻‍♀️

Happy International Women’s Day! ❤️💪🏼 #internationalwomensday #strongwomen #thefutureisfemale

Came here to say this. Picturing it made me smile. Great concept!

I rolled over to fully face her. “Because I can’t just come back for a visit. It’s not enough. I need to be here, Anne. You’re my family. Miami is fun and all but I belong here. With you. Now, more than ever.” “Wait,” Anne shot all the way up and sat on her heels. “Are you telling me you’re moving back? Like for real?” I beamed. “For real. I mean, I still have to go back tomorrow. Or today, I guess. What time is it even? But I can always stay with my Grams for a little while until I figure out a job here. She has that extra space upstairs and she can’t even really get up and down the stairs anymore anyway. I could stay with her and help her out a bit. Win win.” Tears began welling up in Anne’s eyes. “You’d be, like, five minutes away. You’re really gonna do that for me?” “I mean, I have to be honest, it’s not entirely for you,” I laughed. “It’s very selfishly for me. I hated not being able to run over here when you told me about Marc. I hate that I can’t be here to sit with you when you visit him and you’re just sitting there while he’s who knows where in his head. Miami was an adventure, I’ll always have that. But if this whole thing taught me anything it’s that I might not always have you. Life is fucked up. It’s short and unpredictable and I don’t want to waste any more time on adventures that don’t really mean anything. It’s not like working for Gabriel has actually gotten me any closer to doing what I really want to be doing. So, yea, I guess, in a way, I’m coming back for both of us. I love you, A, you’re my family, and this is a time for family.”

Today’s #wipsnips word is “beam”. I’m beaming with pride today as my daughter turns 13! And, in honor of #internationalwomensday today, here’s a snip of two strong females who believe in lifting other women up ❤️ #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky

I rolled over to fully face her. “Because I can’t just come back for a visit. It’s not enough. I need to be here, Anne. You’re my family. Miami is fun and all but I belong here. With you. Now, more than ever.” “Wait,” Anne shot all the way up and sat on her heels. “Are you telling me you’re moving back? Like for real?” I beamed. “For real. I mean, I still have to go back tomorrow. Or today, I guess. What time is it even? But I can always stay with my Grams for a little while until I figure out a job here. She has that extra space upstairs and she can’t even really get up and down the stairs anymore anyway. I could stay with her and help her out a bit. Win win.” Tears began welling up in Anne’s eyes. “You’d be, like, five minutes away. You’re really gonna do that for me?” “I mean, I have to be honest, it’s not entirely for you,” I laughed. “It’s very selfishly for me. I hated not being able to run over here when you told me about Marc. I hate that I can’t be here to sit with you when you visit him and you’re just sitting there while he’s who knows where in his head. Miami was an adventure, I’ll always have that. But if this whole thing taught me anything it’s that I might not always have you. Life is fucked up. It’s short and unpredictable and I don’t want to waste any more time on adventures that don’t really mean anything. It’s not like working for Gabriel has actually gotten me any closer to doing what I really want to be doing. So, yea, I guess, in a way, I’m coming back for both of us. I love you, A, you’re my family, and this is a time for family.”

Today’s #wipsnips word is “beam”. I’m beaming with pride today as my daughter turns 13! And, in honor of #internationalwomensday today, here’s a snip of two strong females who believe in lifting other women up ❤️ #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky

I had three. And they all adopted us. I swear, after 40, that cats just found you. And that’s how crazy old cat ladies come to be 😂

I’m about to turn 45 in a month and am unattached. And I have zero desire to see what’s out there. I’ve looked. It’s horrifying 😂

Thank you!

Sounds like progress for sure 😂

Drew does not mince words 😂

My absolute favorite book.

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“I hate you but I love you” is, unfortunately, a very relatable phrase ❤️

They cry and crap all over themselves. For the first year that’s basically all they do, 24-7 — cry, shit, throw up all over you, and then cry and shit some more. I’ve seen what you’re like when you don’t get enough sleep. You’re not built to be awake all night with a screaming infant. And I’m not built to tolerate you while up all night with an infant.” “That part doesn’t last forever,” I rationalized. “Think about how quickly a year really goes by. I mean, we’ve known each other now for what? Like, fifteen years? It feels like just yesterday, doesn’t it? And look how fast that went.” “The years are short but the days are long,” Drew trilled as he scrolled through Grindr. “You would think there’d be at least one hot, closeted dad around here, looking to indulge on the DL. Why is dating so impossible these days?” “But see? That’s exactly my point! Everyone good is already taken. What’s out there right now for us is like shopping in a thrift store in a bad neighborhood. Everything is at least slightly damaged or irregular, has already been tossed aside as unwanted by others, and you’re really just looking for the least fucked up one that doesn’t smell too bad. It’s awful. But we’re both massive catches. Look at us! It just makes sense for us to team up. Also, I’m really not sure who you think you’re kidding referring to that app as ‘dating’. We all know you’re just looking to get laid. Call it what it is.” I honestly wasn’t sure when I became so fully invested in this idea but it was like, suddenly, this was the most important thing in my life and I was on a mission. No one was going to stop me.

Today’s #wipsnips word is “massive”. #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky

They cry and crap all over themselves. For the first year that’s basically all they do, 24-7 — cry, shit, throw up all over you, and then cry and shit some more. I’ve seen what you’re like when you don’t get enough sleep. You’re not built to be awake all night with a screaming infant. And I’m not built to tolerate you while up all night with an infant.” “That part doesn’t last forever,” I rationalized. “Think about how quickly a year really goes by. I mean, we’ve known each other now for what? Like, fifteen years? It feels like just yesterday, doesn’t it? And look how fast that went.” “The years are short but the days are long,” Drew trilled as he scrolled through Grindr. “You would think there’d be at least one hot, closeted dad around here, looking to indulge on the DL. Why is dating so impossible these days?” “But see? That’s exactly my point! Everyone good is already taken. What’s out there right now for us is like shopping in a thrift store in a bad neighborhood. Everything is at least slightly damaged or irregular, has already been tossed aside as unwanted by others, and you’re really just looking for the least fucked up one that doesn’t smell too bad. It’s awful. But we’re both massive catches. Look at us! It just makes sense for us to team up. Also, I’m really not sure who you think you’re kidding referring to that app as ‘dating’. We all know you’re just looking to get laid. Call it what it is.” I honestly wasn’t sure when I became so fully invested in this idea but it was like, suddenly, this was the most important thing in my life and I was on a mission. No one was going to stop me.

Today’s #wipsnips word is “massive”. #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky

😂😂😂😂. I don’t have one of those but maybe he needs his own spinoff!!!!!

2006-2007! You win!!!

Which one? 😂