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didaink
didaink is my pen name and a place where I can indulge my love for writing and story.
Interests: food and laughter with friends, more food, then more laughter and a second margarita (straight up, please), music that gives me goose bumps, stories ripened or old, travel to and from anywhere (but particularly places that have AC and oversized bath tubs), smiling long and wide, sleeping long and late, tiramisu, throw pillows, pineapple, hot sauce, crunchy warm baguettes smothered with butter and blackberry jam... and, let's see... gorillas, komodo dragons, koalas, prickly tickles, tummies that bulge or jiggle, and sharing erroneous personal information ;-)
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Women's March on Washington D.C. © didaink 2017 They could have been sisters with Officer Henkelman, if not twins, and when I asked if they were, they shook their heads no but smiled. Still, they felt like sisters. Perhaps it... Continue reading
Posted Jan 24, 2017 at didaink
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“As a mother and friend, I would do anything to help my child and save him,” wrote Joni Magnus-Ramsey, a close family friend of Brock Turner’s parents on a now defunct financial support page on Facebook. I am a mother... Continue reading
Posted Jun 10, 2016 at didaink
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Dear Superintendent Kolwe, As media outlets continue to run with the story surrounding Amite High School’s treatment of Valedictorian, Andrew Jones, which prevented him from his graduation ceremony because of chin hair, I wonder how long it will take you... Continue reading
Posted May 26, 2016 at didaink
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The first time I heard Under Pressure I was a sophomore in high school. 1981. The bass line. The scat. The lyrics -- a love letter to the world, written just for my generation and for me, this I still... Continue reading
Posted Jan 15, 2016 at didaink
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It’s the start of 7th Grade and the overgrown trees block my view of the bus stop. She left ten minutes ago to be early for her bus, a rare act of preparedness from my twelve year old. I can... Continue reading
Posted Sep 4, 2015 at didaink
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I chose to drive his car fast in the rain so I'd be there when he woke. I chose honesty because of all the lies I breathed and spoke. I chose dogs and cats and mice and Latino men in... Continue reading
Posted Jul 30, 2015 at didaink
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I go to Facebook to connect with people I've lost physical contact with over the years. I've had to move several times across the country and life has drastically changed for me since I left California. I connect on Facebook... Continue reading
Posted Jun 4, 2015 at didaink
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I listen to the melody and pretend I am playing your piano as I write this. My fingers move across the keyboard the way yours once did over the keys of your baby grand, the span of your fingers reaching... Continue reading
Posted May 15, 2015 at didaink
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25,200 words short. The equivalent of 50 pages I haven't written in three week since my fall and my house is still dirty. Yeah, so.. what are you going to do about it? Does writing a daily acrostic count? No, Ma'am, it does not. Well, it has given me a... Continue reading
Posted Oct 27, 2014 at Will I Finish by Fifty?
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I vowed to finish my blog time before 11:30pm and it's now 11:45 and I am now just starting to put down my progress or lack thereof today. These last few days have really kicked my behind and I finally realize that I have to learn how to use Scrivener,... Continue reading
Posted Oct 6, 2014 at Will I Finish by Fifty?
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The Mamas and The Papas hit the nail on the head. "Monday, Monday, so good to me," but being a Mama or a Papa trying to write a novel on the weekends? Uh... gonna need one more day in there somewhere. It's 1:20am and I'm just finishing my work for... Continue reading
Posted Oct 5, 2014 at Will I Finish by Fifty?
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223 words today. That's it. All dialogue. Dialogue that I've been putting off because, well, I had to invent it, fit together fragments without revealing too much, show how the two main characters react to a planned surprise. Two people in their infancy together, noticing details about the other that... Continue reading
Posted Oct 4, 2014 at Will I Finish by Fifty?
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Here comes the weekend and I’m not ready. I’m still way below my word count for the week and I know the weekend will be busy with the kids home and, oh yeah, there’s that other relationship I need to nurture. That 26-year one. My poor husband hasn’t seen too... Continue reading
Posted Oct 3, 2014 at Will I Finish by Fifty?
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I won't. But, eventually I will find out. A well-known writer, though, once told me to find myself a go-to person, someone who would be my person, someone I could trust to tell me the truth about my work. I had asked this author at his seminar, “But, how will... Continue reading
Posted Oct 2, 2014 at Will I Finish by Fifty?
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I'm way behind in my daily writing goal, not even sure how many words I've failed to write these last four days, but I know it's quite a bit. I remain tall, though, and steady as I look ahead to the winding path in the woods, beyond the calm water... Continue reading
Posted Sep 30, 2014 at Will I Finish by Fifty?
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The Way We Were has always been my favorite movie of all time, with the possible exception of Roman Holiday starring Gregory Peck and Audrey Hepburn. What does this have to do with progress on my novel? Hmmmm. Very good question. Rosh Hashanah brought to mind one of my favorite... Continue reading
Posted Sep 25, 2014 at Will I Finish by Fifty?
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I got some sleep. I didn't get the Tums because I realized what I need more than Tums or potatoes or meat is more sweet, just not in the form of extra pastry cream and sugar but in that other form I'd forgotten about: kindness, forgiveness, compassion. And so I... Continue reading
Posted Sep 24, 2014 at Will I Finish by Fifty?
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It's 3:10am and I'm beyond bloated and wide awake ~ again. Less than three hours of sleep since my head hit the pillow at 1:00am. I had to make him Julia Child's stupid stew. It was all so romantic and clever when it started out yesterday morning.. I'd pop down... Continue reading
Posted Sep 23, 2014 at Will I Finish by Fifty?
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At 9:45 last night, after the kids were finally in bed, I started my usual getting ready dance, reading and rereading all of my linear chapters, not knowing the right door to pick to get back in. There's just so much work to do, so many layers to consider, so... Continue reading
Posted Sep 22, 2014 at Will I Finish by Fifty?
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The wave is coming and I can hear the owls in the backyard. It's four in the morning but here I sit at my desk. Ready or not? No, let me retype that: "Ready!" I've got to jump on because if I don't ride this wave coming over me in... Continue reading
Posted Sep 21, 2014 at Will I Finish by Fifty?
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C-anopied by a smoky-blue midnight A-ngels crack through the beaming oval egg L-ighting the opening indigo sky L-ooking upon us below sitting brave and bleak I-nside an eight-sided glass mirror N-either judging nor ignoring our wilting G-ifts to the world... Continue reading
Posted Jul 26, 2014 at didaink
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N-one of it matters, except the shape of teal green against black U-ntold stories, planted with the seeds of songs M-elodies you hear in the amber dawn but never inhale or B-reath for fear no one cares, a runaway train... Continue reading
Posted May 30, 2014 at didaink
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No church services scheduled. No cranking up the iron ahead of time to steam press wrinkled shirts and skirts. No sermons in dark vestibules in order to see the light. I didn't even have to clean my closet. Didn’t make... Continue reading
Posted May 7, 2014 at didaink
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I turned 49, although it feels like 50 is stalking me. * * * In The '80s I was proud of my Madonna hair and said, “Like, 50.. like, that's totally OLD... better live it up now while your breasts... Continue reading
Posted Feb 10, 2014 at didaink
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10:30am The song and dance of the morning shuffle has ended. All the humans I live with have gone off to work or school in concrete buildings. I don't like concrete buildings. I like windows. I find myself pacing around... Continue reading
Posted Jan 24, 2014 at didaink