6 Word Story: 6/8

I have had this happen myself a time or two and often wonder if this umbrellas public speaking? Now that I’ve gotten a little older I’ve gotten a little better about speaking out.

Prompt Word: Stage Fright


6 Word Story: 5/16

OK, at first I thought this would be a great horror style prompt but decided since the theme for this years 6-word stories over at Page Flutter is ‘Year to a better you’ that I would try to keep it positive (All that will change come October). I did, however, listen to my small voice telling me to get up and go for my walk. It’s not much but I’m moving. I won’t see weight loss overnight but I’m trying. A goal I started at the beginning of the year along with quitting smoking (still successful) which are two goals I don’t recommend starting in the same month. But nothing will happen if I don’t get going.

Prompt Word: The Helper

Dear Me

My writing hasn’t fallen by the wayside, just my posting of it. I have been able to write just the crazy has snared my time and covered itself up with my anxiety. I have been keeping up with my writer boot camp and will start posting soon. Wednesday was my daughters birthday, Thursday was my husbands along with my other daughter’s spring concert so my hope for staying up to post all the wonderful things I’m starting to learn from the boot camp didn’t happen.

To be honest, with everything going on with my husband losing his job I just wanted to crawl into bed and blanket myself in darkness but my daughter’s choir concert changed that. So here is a writing prompt that I wanted to hit close to home for me and what not to do through bad advice:

Dear Abby,

My husband lost his job and with my anxiety and depression due to C-PTSD I want to sleep all day and not deal with life. My prescriptions only help a little. I want to lash out at him and tell him that we are all screwed because of his stupidity. What should I do?




Dear Gal,

IT is definitely his fault for being fired. He had to do something to get fired. You want to sleep all day, you go right ahead. Just lay around and not think or worry about the world outside of your blanket. Your job will fire you but you can file for unemployment and focus on not doing anything. Let him worry about the kids and dinner and everything that comes with running a house and family. Lashing out at him would motivate him to try harder with the job applications so don’t hold anything back!

For the record I didn’t do anything in the poor advice from fake dear Abby. I haven’t crawled into bed so the physical pain can sink and all motivation lost. I am depressed and sincerely worried for my family. I wonder if I can keep us afloat with my two low paying jobs until he can find another. I didn’t rub anything in his face about it being his fault because he is already beating himself up about it. I know what it’s like being so hard on myself that I cry because in the end I believe that my feelings are true and I’m a failure. It’s painful. I have encouraged him telling him that I believe in him and good luck when he leaves to fill out applications. I tell him that it’s going to be OK even when I can’t believe those words myself. I’m trying to be a loving and supportive wife without falling apart myself.

What kind of advice do you think Dear Abby should have given?

May 8th, 2017

Receiving Awesome Support and Striking a Deal

The last I wrote that I was planning the bar’s first meat raffle. UPDATE: Let’s just say it was a better turn out than what I thought it would be. The only complaints that I received were really from the people that didn’t win anything. I had to remind myself to set my personal feelings aside and realized that it was a RAFFLE. It’s literally the luck of the draw. The puppy and kitten baskets that I had put together to raffle off with the winner receiving the basket and then choosing which animal shelter to donate the proceeds was a bigger success than I thought. We were able to raise $200+. With the local shelters here taking in a lot of fur babies from the south, I know every little bit would help. I even have people asking for more baskets that they would be more than happy to donate items to the shelter along with the money raised. After a semi-successful meat raffle, I decided that we will also start a sign in since it was asked for quite a bit after the event was over.
But this isn’t the entire reason I am posting this morning. My son was complaining of a sore throat which gave me an opportunity to write a little. He’s bouncing off the walls like he is in perfect health. You know the usual situation where you rush your child to the emergency room and right when the doctor walks in you kid is fine and you look like an overly nervous parent. Yup, that has happened to me. On the 6th I was able to complete a journal entry and received a few likes and then I learned that I am also gaining followers (WHICH IS AWESOME GUYS THANK YOU!) and I decided to take a screen shot and text it to my husband. This is the conversation that occurred after: (I will try an figure out how to enlarge the images without pixelation in a little bit but I will translate.)


My husband has always been supportive and is trying to help keep me motivated on my really bad days and has even made me a deal. I really want time to write my short stories and work here on my blog but I only have short periods of time between jobs and chores.


He was and is supportive of me quitting my day job so I can write full time and pick hours up at the bar but I’m scared. Plane and simple. It’s the fear that is holding me back. I told him that if I get 500 followers and 1000 likes, I’ll quit my 40 hour week job. With low stats it will take me a great deal of time to reach those goals and work on my writing and better related information or articles that I can use to help others. Maybe even receive some advice and constructive criticism along the way. I have always wanted to write (clearly stated before and now again) and have found a new passion that I would love to explore and perfect. So here goes nothing. I’ll work hard on writing for my blog (new baby) and continue practice writing my short stories and WILL reach my goal. (Staying positive because the fact that my husband believes in me helps me believe in me.)

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