tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post6398996558561125520..comments2024-03-28T18:40:05.789-04:00Comments on Writers Who Kill: I’ve Got A yellow Streak a Mile Wide…Jim Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090252530437277145noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-9439157163140944312015-05-16T17:54:04.598-04:002015-05-16T17:54:04.598-04:00I had planned to write all Thursday afternoon, but...I had planned to write all Thursday afternoon, but when I went to the doctor they were having a code white active shooter drill and I got to spend lots of time in an office with five strangers, one of whom was claustrophobic. Maybe there's a story in there somewhere….<br />Writing time - pouf!Shari Randallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16425493627354028820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-41050132235568138862015-05-16T13:23:36.003-04:002015-05-16T13:23:36.003-04:00I'm absolutely convinced there's a conspir...I'm absolutely convinced there's a conspiracy afoot to keep writers from actually writing!Kara Cerisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16484336785514235707noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-37301977765595562642015-05-16T13:07:50.468-04:002015-05-16T13:07:50.468-04:00Yes, just set aside some time for writing. And wat...Yes, just set aside some time for writing. And watch it disappear.KM Rockwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03973749764907859829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-20648995890956416592015-05-16T11:00:39.609-04:002015-05-16T11:00:39.609-04:00Your story is so funny, Sam. It had me laughing. l...Your story is so funny, Sam. It had me laughing. loved it.<br /><br />Since I had four kids in less than five years, my stories could fill a book. Most of the accidents are what happened to my active little ones, however I did develop a bad back from hauling kids on my hip. Because of this, a man who worked with my husband said he was able to manipulate the back and cure the problem. So he came to the house and had me get on the pool table in the rec room so he could work on my back. I don't remember if it worked or not, but I do remember one of my kids telling people some man they didn't know had their mother on the pool table. Did I mention my husband worked two jobs so I took the four little rug rats with me grocery shopping and almost anywhere else I had to go. I also was a den mother for Cub Scouts for 3 years and a Girl Scout leader for 10 years and taught CCD at my church for 5 years.<br /><br />Okay, the kids are grown now and I live alone except for assorted critters, however, the interruptions of my writing time happen daily. If it's not my dog or two cats wanting attention, it's a family member or friend on the phone.Gloria Aldenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13581719606924364447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-82851859734454445782015-05-16T08:03:02.807-04:002015-05-16T08:03:02.807-04:00I'll never forget the day my son and I were wr...I'll never forget the day my son and I were wrestling (he was about 4 years old), and he accidentally punched me in the face. I got ice cubes and wrapped them in a towel to avoid facial swelling. As a multitasking mom, I held my teething daughter with one hand, the towel in the other, and sat down. My daughter realized what was in the towel and begged for an ice cube to numb her sore gums. Yes, she choked on it and threw up all over me. It was my children's day of infamy. <br /><br />Then there was the day my daughter used me as a trampoline. I was laying on the floor of our family room (for some reason I forget). She jumped off the sofa and onto my back. Back spasms for a week. <br /><br />Another day my son put a stink bomb under my chair....<br /><br />Or how about the time, as high school team mom, I packed the entire teams' dinner in coolers for an away game to be opened hours later, and the stupid coach immediately unpacked what I had spent hours packing. I think the kids lost that day since they ate an entire meal before the game.<br /><br />Or the time one of my adorable brownie girls scouts (I hate GS, but volunteered for my daughter) kicked me in the leg for no apparent reason. <br /><br />I'll stop here because I'm wondering what grandchildren will bring.E. B. Davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16746747050278597888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-65830130490898337612015-05-16T07:37:04.849-04:002015-05-16T07:37:04.849-04:00Another typical day in the life of a writer.Another typical day in the life of a writer.Warren Bullhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07789270258599769915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-5451665297830467902015-05-16T06:25:22.153-04:002015-05-16T06:25:22.153-04:00If we really understood what having children meant...If we really understood what having children meant, most rational adults would choose instead to adopt someone else’s – once they reached about twenty-three or so. :)<br /><br />~ Jim<br />Jim Jacksonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15090252530437277145noreply@blogger.com