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2013: The Year of AWFUL, Pt. 2
or The Rule of 3+

To see Part 1 of this series, click here . This post is in the most danger out of the rest in this series to be the whiniest, self-absorbed crap that you've ever read. I promise I'll do my best to keep the emo to a minimum, but I make no guarantees. In short, everyone is dying. And I'm tired of it. Since late May, I have attended, taken part in, and been privy to not 1, not 2, not 3, but 4 funerals. That's 4 deaths in just a little over 3 months. And it's not like they were funerals that you attend simply to show support for the families affected because you didn't know the deceased very well. These were personal.  These were heartbreaking.

2013: The Year of AWFUL, Pt. 1
or PCOS Is a Big, Fat Bitch

I have needed to write this post for months now, but I’ve been hesitant. Due to the subject matter, it is going to be difficult to write in a positive manner, to make it seem as if it’s not just one giant wall of complain-y text. Plus, more and more keeps happening to add onto my ever-growing hatred of this year that I’m not sure if writing it now would even matter. It all may change tomorrow. But I’m going to write it anyway. Because I be a rebel, yo.

My Triumphant Return to Friday Flash

Ok. So maybe the title is jumping the gun a bit... but I felt the occasion needed a little chutzpah. Deal with it. If it sucks, oh well. I'll do better next time. That being said, I am super excited to rejoin the ranks of the #FridayFlash champions. I have missed it dearly. Without further ado... Afternoon Tea She focused on her hands as her husband vehemently berated her. Her fingers were long and elegant. Seriously! How hard is it? The ivory skin barely wrinkled at the knuckles. I ask you to do one thing... Clasped gently in her lap, they could have been a doll's hands, frozen in static beauty. Do you just not think? "I'm sorry," she said. "I'll try harder." She remembered when those hands had flitted gracefully across stages all over the country, the rest of her body following suit in a whirling spectacle of pastel chenille and tulle. She recalled the days when her life meant something, when she was free of the man who stood b

Exercise # 198 - Strawberries

Use this for an opening line: Grandma used to say, "If you want strawberries, don't sow radishes." 12,3, GO!!

In Which I Redefine the Word "Awkward"

You know, every once in a while I get it into my head that I am a capable, intelligent conversationalist who conducts herself with poise and grace in all social situations. That is entirely incorrect.  Details below.

Exercise # 197 - Saying No & Not Saying No (Pt. 2)

Exercise # 197 - Saying No & Not Saying No (Pt. 2) This is Part II of a dialogue/ character exercise (if you haven't done Part I , not to worry.) Imagine a very pushy mother who is telephoning other parents with children at her child's school to get them to help with a special project that she alone has decided is of utmost importance. Some are better at saying no than others. In today's exercise, write the dialogue for the telephone conversation between Pushy Mother and a parent who not only refuses to help out, but by sheer force of will and charisma manages to talk the pushy mother into doing something no one else could possibly convince her to do. Hmm... This one is going to be tricky... 1,2,3, GO!!

In Which I Stop Being an Anti-Social Workaholic

Recently, I decided that I needed to stop being a self-imposed hermit and actually socialize on weekends and evenings instead of using those times to sleep for an inordinate amount of hours, waste my time putzing around on the internet, or work unreasonable hours. So where does a girl who doesn't want to spend stupid amounts of money on one of those "singles club" thingies go for a good, safe time?

In Which I Fall Off the Wagon

The New Year's Resolutions started out so strongly, didn't they? And then... poof. Nothing. Whoops. I'll try to be better, ok? I make no promises, though... other than "I promise to do my best." Is that good enough? Gah, you guys just expect SO MUCH of me! Totally kidding. You don't expect anything at all, and I think that's pretty awesome. That being said, you are allowed to expect at least 2 posts this coming week. I have them planned out and everything! Responsibility ftw!! But wait... Guh... Peace. Stef.

"In Which I Confess Something #2"
Or "No One Buys a Broken Toy"

Earlier last month, I posted about my experience with Dermatillomania (see also Dermatophagia), a compulsive skin picking disorder. This post is going to be about Polycystic Ovary Syndrome and the fact that 1) it sucks, and 2) I have it.

My Sister Is a Published Author!!!!

I am so unbelievably proud of my sister,  Jennifer Trela , for self-publishing her own novella, The Legion: A Million More to Go . She even did the cover art. My sister is so talented it makes me sick. But it also pushes me to be better as well. Yay, friendly competition!! Right now, it's only available in Kindle format, but she's working to get it in print so that everyone everywhere can buy it! Seriously, guys... it's really good. Yes, she's my sister, but I'd like to think that we have the kind of relationship that, if I were to dislike it, I could say so without it hurting her feelings. I may be biased, but I am also very critical of other people's work. That being said, it is a really well-crafted story, and you should all give it a read. Heck, even if you don't have a Kindle or an e-reader, you can read it on your phone. You all have smartphones, right? Psh... Even if you don't, you can get the Kindle e-reader on your computer!

Exercise # 196 - Saying No & Not Saying No (Pt. 1)

This is Part I of a dialogue/ character exercise. Imagine a very pushy mother who is telephoning other parents with children at her child's school to get them to help with a special project that she has decided it is of utmost importance. No one else thinks so; however, some are better at saying no than others. In today's exercise, write the dialogue for the telephone conversation between Pushy Mother and a parent who may or may not be convinced to help out (you decide). Tip: try to give each a unique voice.  1, 2, 3, GO!

In Which I Confess Something #1

This is a hard post to write, but it needs to happen. My mother will read this and will probably be shocked because I tell her everything, and she has no idea that this is going on. Those of you who know me know that I share everything with my Mom, so my holding something back from her is a big deal, and I've been doing it for years now. Mom, I'm sorry for not telling you, but it has been an incredibly embarrassing aspect of my life for the past several years. I have only started to be vocal about it over the past few months, and I'm trying to be more open about it for the purposes of overcoming it and  educating others about a disease that not many people know about. I love you, and I'm sorry. That being said, this is going to be as organized as best as I can possibly manage, but even talking (or writing) about it makes me anxious / nervous. So this is more than likely to be a shit show, regardless of how much work I spend on it. The name of the game is

Exercise # 195 - Vive la France

Write a little something that includes the following: - the smell of fresh-baked baguettes - hot peaches - a man in a beret - the words "souvenir," "clink," and "lurk" Ah, France... I have only been there once, but it was amazing. I wasn't a fan of Paris; there were too many people outwardly inconvenienced by " le stupide américain " for me to actually enjoy myself. In Normandy, however, there is a quaint little peninsula / island (depending on the time of day or year) that grabbed my heart and took hold. It has yet to release, and that was many years ago. Mont St. Michel Seriously... It's a freaking fairy tale. Mont St. Michel is one of the most beautiful places on Earth. Well, that I've seen up close and personal anyway. If you ever have a chance, go. The monastery is gorgeous, and the quaint little streets in the town below are entrancing and make you feel like you're waking through the pages of a sto

Exercise # 194 - And the Perfect Afternoon

Another emulation exercise. Here is a sentence from Katherine Mansfield's short story, "The Garden Party": And the perfect afternoon slowly ripened,  slowly faded,  slowly its petals closed. The idea is to keep the syntax but vary the adjectives / nouns / imagery. For example: And the awful afternoon slowly shriveled,  slowly chilled,  slowly turned black. Or: And the perfect tea party slowly ground down,  slowly began to become a tedious bore,  slowly everyone left or else fell asleep. Do as many as you can in five minutes.

Exercise # 193 - Architectural Adjectives

Focusing on exclusively on the architecture, jot down five adjectives for the following structures: your residence the last religious building you visited your elementary school your bank the most beautiful building you have been inside in the past year the most recent restaurant you have eaten in the ugliest building you have been inside in the past week a sports stadium the hut of a gnome 1,2,3 GO!

Exercise # 192 - Wolf, Forest, Sky

And so the New Year's Resolutions begin... Positive thinking makes it happen!! Time to get back on this horse, shall we? It's been quite a while since I've done these writing exercises, and I'm afraid I'm rather out of practice... Bear with me and be patient. As stated in my New Year's Resolutions, the plan is to be reasonable and start with 2 posts a week. Once that has solidified itself into my weekly schedule, I'll up it to three and so on. I think I'll top out at 3-5 per week, depending on my schedule. Kosher? I think so. Of course, knowing me, I'll probably get excited and post 5 billion posts one week and then none the next, but we'll tackle that when it happens, eh? The below exercise has been sitting in my Drafts here on Blogger for the last 4 months, and I have barely come up with a paragraph. Not only that, but it's terrible . So instead of letting it bug me, I'm going to post what I've got and then move on to the ne

In Which I Confront My Would Be Stalker

Dear Readers, You're awesome. Seriously. I cannot even begin to express how wonderful all of you are and how much you mean to me. I know I have been rather removed as of late (partly due to me letting work take over my life), but another part of it is because I have reached a point of compulsive self-editing that has brought my writing process to a completely pathetic halt. Originally, I thought it was because I was just being picky with myself and the quality of my writing. I expect excellence, and I will not publish something of which I am not proud to share with all of you lovely people. Sure, I've posted a few times about various random news items that have come across my radar, but I'm sure you have noticed the lack of consistency and frequency of my posts, especially when I used to post every single day. I've promised more times than I can count over the last 6 months that "I'm coming back!!" and to "Prepare for my awesome return to

Another Year Over ... And What Have You Done?

Ah, the obligatory New Year's Resolutions. My last post (not counting my Les Mis review of sorts) was in October. Stefers the Great, how far you have fallen. Remember when you used to post every day ? Time to nip this in the bud and get some sense of regimen to your life!!! My New Year's Resolutions are as follows: 1. Love yourself. You are beautiful and special, and you need to treat yourself as such. You deserve it. 2. Don't take work so seriously. If Joe Schmo doesn't get his iPad in the precise minute that he expects it, that's ok. Do your best and don't sweat the small stuff. Also, no more of this 16-hour day bullshit. They don't pay you enough to completely disregard the fact that you have / need a social life. 3. Be more social. All of your friends have forgotten that you exist due to the fact that you take work so seriously, so go out of your way to do things with the people that you love when you're not at work at least once a week.