I never know if it's just me. Can't quite work out if it's just my mind that plays this way. But I pick out words. Phrases. Thoughts. And I retain them for years. Sometimes they're my own words, sometimes they're the words of others. You'd think this would come in handy in certain situations. Like … Continue reading the gray in between…
Category: writing
the bio
What is it about the bio section of anything, anything at all, that sends me reeling? I can talk about myself until I'm blue in the face, and I do, here, everyday... But put the word "bio" on a page and then expect me to fill it out? Ah hellz no! Normally I'll just skip … Continue reading the bio
inspire me…
An hour ago I lay here in this very same spot with my hands resting upon this very same laptop.Waiting. Thinking. Wondering.It was my writing time and I was about to dive into some great adventure, spin a fantastic yarn. Tell a tale that only I can tell...and thenDr. Normal came into the room and … Continue reading inspire me…
from the desk of CamiKaos…
I'm having trouble writing the past month or so and I've thought of plenty of reasons why, but most of them are bull. Most of them have no meaning. No reality.They are excuses.Except one.One is a real honest to goodness reason. One is the truth. One speaks volumes about who I am... what I'm like...My … Continue reading from the desk of CamiKaos…
lost and please don’t let me find it….
In my younger days I would second guess myself at every turn.I was never quite sure. I could never quite decide. I could never make up my mind who I wanted to be. How I wanted to be seen. Just how much of me I could show to the world.I was very self conscious.So I … Continue reading lost and please don’t let me find it….
writing with the muse…
I started writing when I was young. Just a child.I almost think I learned to read so that I would have the power to put pen to page and make words of my own. I wrote little poems, short short stories, bits of prose. They all had one thing in common. One theme if you … Continue reading writing with the muse…
what about bert?
If you're following along with the CamiKaos thought train lately you're probably aware that I have done the unthinkably stupid and signed on for Bert (really it's NaNoWriMo but I hate typing that so Bert it is). I'm not doing too bad. I've gotten up over 6,000 words now. I've done absolutely no editing of … Continue reading what about bert?
call it shoes
The scene, in my bed Friday night. It felt late but it was probably only like 9:30. Mr. Kaos came into the room and smiled at me. I was exhausted and curled into the bed surrounded with a fortress of pillows and two blankets.MK: Hey babe, how's it going?Me: I'm tired.MK: You feeling any better?Me: … Continue reading call it shoes
running late and other excuses that don’t matter
Today is the official start of Cami running late 2007.I always feel like I am running late but seldom am I running as late as I actually am right now. Once October ends it seems all hell breaks loose in my life and no, the irony of that is not lost on me.It started today, … Continue reading running late and other excuses that don’t matter
focus pocus
I don't know if any of you have caught on to this but in the past several months I have had a tremendous time with concentrating on anything... except my child, my bathroom, my husband and perhaps my cannons, it's hard for me to not notice those.I've put some of my to do's and commitments … Continue reading focus pocus
