Ramblings of a Wannabe Writer

I’m so happy she was able to advocate for herself and find the right person to help her in the least invasive way possible! ❤️

Absolutely! And I’ll post the final outfit later!!!

I’d scrambled to find an OBGYN who didn’t have a waitlist several months long and found myself in what felt like a no-win situation. After being seen by Anne’s doctor and getting a colposcopy and biopsy, the doctor’s suggestion was to “do nothing”. Literally. There were pre-cancerous cells but, as per Dr. Dipshit, they didn’t always develop into cancer for everyone. According to him I was young and otherwise healthy, so it was completely possible that my body would take care of it on its own. When I asked what would happen if it didn’t, in fact, take care of it on its own, he acknowledged it could turn into cancer. I promptly told him to “Fuck off” and sought a second opinion. I’d go crazy if I just sat around waiting, who wouldn’t? My second opinion, which took several more weeks to get, didn’t leave me feeling any better since her recommendation was a complete hysterectomy. Dumbfounded, I’d stared at her and flatly stated, “I’m only twenty-five”, as if maybe she had misread my chart. “You can always adopt,” was her enthusiastic reply as she handed me a pamphlet, which I considered shoving up her ass. I left her office feeling like I was in an alternate universe. Were those really my only options? Have a hysterectomy at twenty-five or sit around and just hope cancer didn’t develop?

TW: cancer Today’s #wilsnips word is “recommend”. #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writesky #writersky

I’d scrambled to find an OBGYN who didn’t have a waitlist several months long and found myself in what felt like a no-win situation. After being seen by Anne’s doctor and getting a colposcopy and biopsy, the doctor’s suggestion was to “do nothing”. Literally. There were pre-cancerous cells but, as per Dr. Dipshit, they didn’t always develop into cancer for everyone. According to him I was young and otherwise healthy, so it was completely possible that my body would take care of it on its own. When I asked what would happen if it didn’t, in fact, take care of it on its own, he acknowledged it could turn into cancer. I promptly told him to “Fuck off” and sought a second opinion. I’d go crazy if I just sat around waiting, who wouldn’t? My second opinion, which took several more weeks to get, didn’t leave me feeling any better since her recommendation was a complete hysterectomy. Dumbfounded, I’d stared at her and flatly stated, “I’m only twenty-five”, as if maybe she had misread my chart. “You can always adopt,” was her enthusiastic reply as she handed me a pamphlet, which I considered shoving up her ass. I left her office feeling like I was in an alternate universe. Were those really my only options? Have a hysterectomy at twenty-five or sit around and just hope cancer didn’t develop?

TW: cancer Today’s #wilsnips word is “recommend”. #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writesky #writersky

When you’re going on your first date in many years and you’re in full fledged panic mode and so nervous you might vomit on him, so you order 34 dresses to try on and your friends come over and vote on them for you ❤️ #dating #datingover40 #singlemomlife #friendshipgoals

Love the line about what men are useful for 😂

Thank you so much! It’s funny how it takes tragedy to make us see what’s really important sometimes.

Happy #fridaythe13th

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The #WIPSnips word for March 13th is "fight"

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As I look around, there’s a couple, maybe in their early twenties, arguing. I watch them out of the corner of my eye, listening to them bicker. Over shopping. You would think listening to them that one of them murdered the other one’s entire family. I’ve become acutely aware of couples around me, particularly the ones who are fighting. I can’t help but wonder if one of them dies if the other one would remember what they were fighting so passionately about. Being dragged along to check out the new fall fashions instead of being able to sit at home and watch the game? At the end of the day, was it worth it? I hate those couples more than I hate the happy ones holding hands and melting into each other’s eyes, completely oblivious to the heartache and tragedy around them. More than the jealousy that envelopes me when trapped near one of those vomit inducing couples, I find myself overwhelmed with anger for the ones taking each other so much for granted. I want to shake them, to tell them that it really doesn’t matter if they’re watching the game or trying on velour jogging suits. All that mattered is that they get to be with each other at all.

Today’s #wipsnips word is “fight”. Oh, and Happy Friday the 13th! #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky #amwriting

I love the kissing hungrily wording!

I’m seriously over it. This adulting thing is getting in the way of my writing. We were not born to work and pay bills and die. Le sigh. #dolly #work #9to5 #adulting #motivation #writer #amwriting #writingcommunity

“Don’t let this ruin your night, B. You’ve been looking forward to this event for so long. Just forget about all of this for a little while and go have fun. Fuck a model or something. What’s the point of living in the world of the vapid and beautiful if you aren’t going to indulge a little? Let me live vicariously through you and tomorrow you can come back to reality.” She was right, I guess. There was nothing worrying was going to fix. I just wasn’t sure how to actually silence the worries running rampant through my head. Maybe a little over-indulgent fun was what I needed to get my mind off things. I sauntered up to the entrance, flashed my work ID and the biggest smile I could muster. The security guards lifted the velvet rope and I danced my way inside along to Fergie’s “Glamorous”, heading straight for the bar and trying not to take Ludacris’ line about taking your broke ass home personally. If I was going to get through the night like nothing was wrong I was going to need some assistance of the liquid kind, pronto.

I didn’t have today’s #wipsnips word “shimmy” so I went with “dance” instead. I was torn between a romantic moment and the nostalgia of Fergie & Luda in choosing a post. Nostalgia one 🤷🏻‍♀️😂 #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky

“Don’t let this ruin your night, B. You’ve been looking forward to this event for so long. Just forget about all of this for a little while and go have fun. Fuck a model or something. What’s the point of living in the world of the vapid and beautiful if you aren’t going to indulge a little? Let me live vicariously through you and tomorrow you can come back to reality.” She was right, I guess. There was nothing worrying was going to fix. I just wasn’t sure how to actually silence the worries running rampant through my head. Maybe a little over-indulgent fun was what I needed to get my mind off things. I sauntered up to the entrance, flashed my work ID and the biggest smile I could muster. The security guards lifted the velvet rope and I danced my way inside along to Fergie’s “Glamorous”, heading straight for the bar and trying not to take Ludacris’ line about taking your broke ass home personally. If I was going to get through the night like nothing was wrong I was going to need some assistance of the liquid kind, pronto.

I didn’t have today’s #wipsnips word “shimmy” so I went with “dance” instead. I was torn between a romantic moment and the nostalgia of Fergie & Luda in choosing a post. Nostalgia one 🤷🏻‍♀️😂 #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky

The world needs more of that ❤️

That’s something I love about doing these. I catch little things like overuse of a word too close together or just something not flowing as well as I thought it did!

How I feel most days in most places. I want to go. I don’t like these people 😂

What a beautiful soul ❤️

“Anne! Anne! Breathe, slow down! I can’t understand you! What accident? Shit, are you okay?” My car was waiting for me in front of the fountain, where the valet was holding the door open, repeatedly saying “Pretty lady, your car”, while gesturing for me to get in as a line of other residents’ cars piled up behind mine. It was the most English I’d heard from the valets since I moved in. I had once gone home with a guy I’d met at the after party for the Latin Billboard Awards who commented the next morning that “the best thing about Miami is how close it is to America.” I quickly got dressed and made a silent vow to never fuck that guy again. I didn’t have a ton of standards but not being a racist douche was definitely one of them, no matter how tight your abs were. Tucking my phone against my shoulder as I picked up my bag, I tried to ignore the glares from the other tenants waiting for their cars. Which I, pretty lady, was suddenly a part of delaying.

Today’s #wipsnips word is “resident”. I’ve definitely shared at least part of this before but sharing is caring! #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky

“Anne! Anne! Breathe, slow down! I can’t understand you! What accident? Shit, are you okay?” My car was waiting for me in front of the fountain, where the valet was holding the door open, repeatedly saying “Pretty lady, your car”, while gesturing for me to get in as a line of other residents’ cars piled up behind mine. It was the most English I’d heard from the valets since I moved in. I had once gone home with a guy I’d met at the after party for the Latin Billboard Awards who commented the next morning that “the best thing about Miami is how close it is to America.” I quickly got dressed and made a silent vow to never fuck that guy again. I didn’t have a ton of standards but not being a racist douche was definitely one of them, no matter how tight your abs were. Tucking my phone against my shoulder as I picked up my bag, I tried to ignore the glares from the other tenants waiting for their cars. Which I, pretty lady, was suddenly a part of delaying.

Today’s #wipsnips word is “resident”. I’ve definitely shared at least part of this before but sharing is caring! #writingcommunity #writingprompts #writersky #writesky

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!!!!