Sherri Cornelius

I am SO not into cohesion or editing today, so let's just do a bullet list of the things I'm thinking about at the moment, shall we?

• The inauguration. Even if you voted for the other team, it's hard not to get swept up in the history of this moment. Go-0-0-0-bama!


• My appointment with the doctor. I WILL get something done about my !@#$% sinuses TODAY. Also, my thyroid hormone needs to be adjusted before I lose all my hair. I'm going to tell him about the fragrance thing today. I'm dreading that, but it must be done, since it has a direct effect upon my migraines.


• The treadmill. Haven't done it in about ten days. It's hard to exercise when you feel like a lump of apathetic lard. When my thyroid hormone is at the correct level, I know without a doubt I'll start again because I really do enjoy it.


• My 10-year-old daughter's wild weekend at her friend's house. Turns out there was a domestic incident in which family friends came over and tried to kill each other with axes and guns. Did the parents tell me this happened? No, the mom came the next morning to pick up more clothes so DD could stay another night, and said nothing about it. Will my daughter ever set foot in that house again? Not likely. I mean, stuff happens, but you gotta let the parents know. Right? My daughter was left as the only comfort to the young children of the bloody woman with an ax screaming in the yard and a scuffle with the ex-husband for the gun, which accidentally fired. All the kids were in tears before it was over. Gosh, when I write it down it seems even worse than I thought. Yeah, she's never going there again.


• Scrambled eggs. Time for breakfast. Have a great day. :)

Isn't that a beautiful, kreativ* logo? So my old friend DarcKnyt (old in Internet years) has passed this award on to me, and I must say I am honored. It always surprises me when someone likes this place. The question that came with this was hard to answer, since I've only recently started feeling creative after a long dry spell.

List six things that inspire your creativity.

1. Nature. When I commune with a tree or talk to a squirrel it fires me right up.


2. Spirituality. I love to ponder the human/spirit connection. It's a theme that often shows up in my work. It's probably why I write fantasy.


3. Conversation. This might spark my creativity more than anything. Even when I'm only conversing with myself, speaking ideas out loud seems to stimulate my brain.


4. Writing with pen and paper. I don't know why I didn't use this device before. If I'm stuck on the computer, writing on paper unsticks me.


5. Books. Reading other people's work gets me to thinking about my own. If it's a good book, I aspire to be as good. If it's bad, I get a boost because mine is better.


6. My office. [updated link] That place, all mine, into which no negative energy may pass, calms me and makes me receptive to creative impulses.

Pass the award on to 7 more kreativ bloggers. Gosh, looking at my sidebar is looking at a blog graveyard. I really need to update that thing. I don't have 7 people to pass the award to (some on my sidebar have already received it), but I do have a few who astound me with their creativity on a regular basis.

1. Marta, Writing in the Water


2. Raquita, WOBL in Training


3. D. Lynn Frazier, Writtenwyrdd


4. Ian T. Healy, Perpetual Writer's Blog

If you're not reading these folks you're missing out. They embody creativity. (I just noticed all the ladies' blogs start with the letter "W". Heh.)

Link back to the person who gave you the award. Done did that up yonder.
Link to the people you are passing it on to and leave them a comment to let them know. I'm gonna go do that right now.

Thanks again, my buddy DarcKnyt.

My youngest daughter turned five yesterday. Gone are the days when I slave to clean house and decorate the perfect cake with frosting made from scratch and fret that my child isn't getting a blow-out bash like it seems every other child in her class gets every single year. Nope, I don't do that stuff anymore. Yesterday I spent a lot of time talking with Maggie about when she was in my belly and what it was like to hold her for the first time and how happy I am she's here. I didn't clean the house at all, let her direct me in where to place the store-bought decorations upon her cake, and took only one picture. The actual party lasted about 7.5 minutes, but she also got to tell us what to do all day, so I think she got her money's worth.

That was a lot of compound sentences. I'm too lazy to edit this morning. Sorry.

I was awakened this morning by a dream in which I was walking through a town at night, and someone was shining a light on me. I'd manage to get out of the light, but it found me again, and I got the feeling the guy was following me. I was scared, but not scared enough yet to go to the house whose yard I was trying to hide in. I peered back in the direction of the light to see what I could see. After a few moments of trying to see past a small bush, the light faded and I slowly realized the small bush was my ceiling light fixture. In real life. I wish I could have seen what I looked like, staring panicked and wide-eyed at the ceiling in my sleep. I bet I looked weird...er than usual.

I won't recount the rest of the dream, but I will say it contained a lengthy portion where people thought I loved porn.

Shaking my head at the spam I get. What's the deal with the new trend with the same spam comment on the same post 20 times? And how come I sometimes get obvious spam with no links whatsoever? How does that generate revenue? And are people really enticed into clicking the fake link labeled "gay dog sex"? After the first time crashes their computer, that is. I mean, who wouldn't want to see gay dogs having sex at least once?

Another tidbit from my morning: I finally found out what Sean Astin is peddling. See, for a couple of months now the local ABC station has been cutting away from ads featuring Sean Astin after a fraction of a second. I assumed it was a new tv show that wouldn't be shown in our market. It really irritates me when they do that. If they don't want me to watch a show, they need not intice me with split-second glimpses of what I'm missing. I don't even particularly care about Sean Astin, but I sure did want to watch the  show I wasn't allowed to see.

But finally somebody made a mistake and the whole ad aired. It's not for a show at all but a commercial for Boy's Town National Hotline. So what is wrong with my local television market that they hate Boy's Town? What the-? Do we really need one more ad for Eyewitness News 5 instead?

Those are the thoughts occupying Sherri Blossoms this morning.

This meme came by email.

1. Where is your cell phone? nonexistent
2. Your significant other? working
3. Your hair? thinning
4. Your mother? OKC
5. Your father? *shrug*
6. Your favorite thing? morning
7. Your dream last night? naked
8. Your favorite drink? water
9. Your dream/goal? Nirvana
10. The room you're in? bedroom

11. Your fear? dying
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? comfortable
13. Where were you last night? home
14. What you're not? free
15. Muffins? dry
16. One of your wish list items? published
17. Where did you grow up? Oklahoma
18. The last thing you did? comment
19. What are you wearing? bra

20. Your TV? dusty
21. Your pet? lost
22. Your computer? annoying
23. Your life? good
24. Your mood? bored
25. Missing someone? several
26. Your car? poisonous
27. Something you're not wearing? shirt
28. Favorite store? blech
29. Your summer? sweltering
30. Your favorite color? all
31. When is the last time you laughed? recently
32. Last time you cried? migraine
33. Who will/would re-post this? loser


34. Four places I go over and over:
a) twitter
b) blog
c) Kitchen
d) Walmart

35. Four people who email me:
a)Connie
b) fatherless
c) Mom
d) Ian


36. Four of my favorite foods:
a) carrots
b) corn
c) cake
d) steak

37. Four places I would rather be right now?
a) publisher's
b) driving
c) party
d) shower

38. Four people I think will respond:
a) I
b) have
c) no
d)idea

Play along if you want :)__idea._,_._

Somehow my comment stat sneaked past 2,000 while I wasn't looking. I had vaguely thought of doing something wild -n- crazy to mark the number, back in the 1,950 range, but obviously there ain't too much wild -n- crazy goin' on here.

It's funny how the things that you eagerly anticipate in November become ho-hum by January. How people drift in and out of your life and you don't even notice. How we try to define every minute of our days, but the true nature of time defies definition. It is flexible and subjective and I embrace that aspect more and more as I age.

Wow. Where did that come from?

My health seems to be returning, slowly. What? Y'all didn't even know I was gone? Hmph. Well I guess I have been an erratic blogger of late. Maybe that's why my blog traffic has been cut in half. Not even my mom reads anymore.

This migraine didn't last nearly as long as last month's, but it lasted long enough. I hadn't really recovered from that last one when I got a cold, and when that one wore off, this migraine hit. I'm not sure I've ever had a migraine bout this long, but it appears that impacted sinus stuff was the reason. Things are loosening up now, and my eyesight is returning to normal. I regained enough energy to vacuum the filthy, crumby carpets, neglected while I did the absolute necessities of laundry and dishes. Started doing the critiques I'd promised. Nasal spray helped, so I will squirt that junk up my nose for as many days as it takes to reach optimal performance. Oh, hello, Addiction!

A strange thing happens to me during a migraine state. As I said the last time I posted about it, it's actually quite boring, since any mental stimulation at all increases the pain and is therefore to be avoided at all cost. The result is a deliberately unfocused mind, where thoughts flow in and out, disconnected, disjointed, and usually temporary, since I'm unable to hold them and turn them over and commit them to memory. In, then out. That's it.

And I actually love that state of mind. I liken it to a what a zen master must be able to achieve, only without the pain. I'm holding very still, shutting out any external stimuli, emptying my mind, and I get very close to the core of my spirit, that quiet, thoughtless place that guides me. Too bad I can't remember what I learned after I surface. I remember what it felt like, though, and I see that as a gift. (For those of you reading my book on the fiction blog, I think it's like the Desmayo only made of light instead of darkness. Maybe I did tap the core without the migraine to spur me along, I just didn't know it.)

To be honest, I might never pursue that inner part of myself with any conviction if I weren't forced to go there by the pain of a migraine headache. Thank you, Universe for showing me what I look like on the inside. I'm done looking now. No more migraine headaches necessary.

kthxbai.