A Day of Almosts

I’ve never been a fan of almosts or close calls or whatever else you would like to call it.

640am: Josh and I were a few blocks away from the Metra station, but all we can see are flashing red and blue lights everywhere. Great. As someone who rides the Metra daily, it is hard to not think, “well, someone just jumped in front of that train…” I’ve hard many horror stories from people getting stuck on the train for HOURS because someone did that. Yes, that really does happen. As Josh and I inch closer to the station, we see a huge accident right in front of where the turn is to get into the station. I opened my window and asked the officer standing outside, “Hey, is there a way to get into the train station?” He replied, “Nope. No train today.”


Freaked Out Mode activated. We were stopped at a light right across from the station. I asked another cop, “hey can i run over to the station or is it closed?” “No it’s open, ma’am. Do what you need to do.” As we were stopped at the red light, I ran out and onto the platform just a minute before the train arrived.

I almost missed the train.
7:09am: I received a text

MSG: Chase Fraud – Did you make a charge-pre-auth for $1.00 at a computer services company on 10/9/2014, card ending in XXXX? If YES, reply 1. If NO, reply 2.


Freaked Out Mode Reactivated. I called the Chase fraud number and spoke to a lady for a good twenty minutes. Confirming my identity and her explaining that someone had my card numbers. Lovely. Great. Just what I need. Thankfully, it was on a credit card that I got through Amazon and the ONLY thing that ever gets charged on it is my Prime membership, which is once a year, and this is not my main credit card. WEW. The lady I spoke with at Chase told me they declined the payment, most likely because the expiration date was wrong, but I’ll be getting a new card in the mail now.


But I was almost a victim of CC fraud.

9:20am – As I’m walking out of the gym, I noticed the sparkle from the front desk lady’s hand. ADD activated. But then, I realized MY ring wasn’t on my finger. Oh good lord, this is bad. This is really bad. My ring was my grandmother’s that my grandfather bought her while they were vacationing in Greece. This ring means a lot to me, especially because both of my grandparents have passed away. The ring gives me this great comfort that my grandparents will always be very close to my heart.


So I ran back up the stairs, back to the locker room, opened the locker I was using. And there it was. Sitting right where I left it. I had to sit down on the bench for a minute. I slipped the ring back on my finger and just stared at it. I was about to cry until I realize that I was late for work. Thank god for long legs.

I almost lost the most sentimental and irreplaceable item I own.

And this was all before 9:30am! How early is too early to want NEED a glass of wine?!?!

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Writing Process Blog Tour

I was nominated by Sara (see her post here.) to do the Writing Process Blog Tour. I nominate my Twitter-dad, Mark (“AGGASPLETCH“) and Sonja Whipp.


What are you working on?
Nothing specific at the moment for creative writing, unfortunately. I start too many things and never finish them. It’s such a bad habit that I really need to fix. I’m just currently trying to keep my blog updated, but life seems to get in the way. Rather, I’m terrible at disciplining myself to write more and learn better time management. See, I can admit that. I have a book outlined and a few scenes written. But at this point, it’s nothing more than ramblings.

How does your work differ from others of its genre?
This is a tough question – My poetry/blog posts posts are very raw. I rarely go back and edit them. It’s my blog, not a submission for a writing piece. I am very serious about my creative writing, but i’m extremely laid back when it comes to my blog. I have two different writing processes for both my blog and for a structured writing class (which is actually answered below. 🙂 ). In my blog, I feel like going back and editing too much will take away from the personal touch. None of my poems have been edited. Whatever comes out, comes out… usually under the influence of alcohol. I believe that the best way to get out emotions is to write in the moment.

Why do you write what you do?
When it comes down to it, I just really enjoy writing. As a writer, I have many musing that pop into my head all. the. time. It’s always as the most inconvenient times, too! I need to write in order to keep my mind at peace. I write to sort out my feelings and emotions. Although, I can honestly say that I write A LOT more than I ever publish. Most of my posts are never published for the public.

How does your writing process work?
I used to carry around a notebook to write things down when something inspired me. BUT thanks to technology, I now pull up Google Docs and write things down in there. It can be anything ranging from a favorite word, or a phrase, maybe a description of one object, a place, whatever it is, it would be incoherent to anyone else

Then, depending on what i’m working on, depends on my process:

If it’s poetry, well, as I said above, whatever comes out, comes out. Whenever I’m in the moment (usually after wine) I write down what comes to mind and that’s it. No editing. No real process for this one. All of my poetry has been about a real life event. None of it is fictional. It’s probably why it’s easier to write. I don’t need to make anything up or figure out plot lines. It’s raw and it’s real.

With anything else, esp with creative writing, I’ll go back and add to my Google Doc ramblings whenever inspiration strikes me. Again. And Again. And again. I tend to listen to classical music, or jazz without words, whenever I write. I need something that won’t distract me with lyrics or an upbeat tempo. I’ve been known to get up and dance in the middle of writing, so I need to find music that won’t distract me. I do have a problem of editing while I type when I’m working on anything for creative writing. It’s a bad habit – and that’s seriously why I can never finish anything. I’m my own worst critic.

Beautifully Broken

His tainted soul shining in the night
Twisting with her hardened heart
Lighting a path
To where the dragons slumber
To where smiles burn
And romance dies.
Sweet wine disguises the truth
Betrayal hides behind gentle touches.
Thorns prick her heart
She trudges through the pain
Demons inside her entice her to keep moving
Rationality no longer exists
Her beauty resonates between scars
A trace of trust lingers
Hope flourishes
Lust remains
She’s beautiful
And broken
Beautifully broken.

And wants to hold his tainted heart.


Echoes of who we once were:
A burning passion
dancing with fire.
Now standing in the pouring rain
melting into puddles.
You were deceptive
but only next to me.
I’d play games
but you’d win.

So now you’re singing with Morgan
And I’m dancing with Jose
You remember
I pretend to forget –
It’s hopeless

I feel them revive again.