Ooo, Ooo, ooo, I have a New Attitude–I think……

    This post is about personal venting and inner angst. Pet Peeve 1001.

I deserve the right to have a well-deserved, pent-up, conniption fit. NOTHING— and I mean NOTHING—enrages me more than to work days and hours on a writing piece—then click PUBLISH and I lose the dang piece!!!!

In that moment, I seething as I stare at the blank screen thinking about the time invested in editing, writing, re-writing, condensing, finding the right word, using examples and illustrations and…….

Whoosh! My Pulitzer Prize Masterpiece is floating out in cyberspace.

“What the #XO@!!!!!.” I scream like a wild banshee. There has to be some comfort in the retrieval process. Painstakingly, I have to backtrack—if that even possible.

Wait! Didn’t I go through the process of Control C (Copy) and Control V (Paste)


I remember awhile back I selected AUTO SAVE  which AUTOMATICALLY supposedly saves my work every five minutes–or so.

It’s checked, but obviously, this feature must not have kicked in.

Step Two: Check possible folders and especially Desktop. A friend, who’s an IT expert, says “Try Clipboard.”


I’ve screamed; I’ve vented; I’ve cursed, and cried. Good!

This might hard to explain to non-writers, but here goes. When I get an idea, I feel compelled to write about it. Most times, the idea is still forming before I get to the computer. The excitement is to get the computer when the idea is fresh. There’s a thousand ideas percolating and most times, I cannot type fast enough. Inwardly, there’s an unexplainable joy of taking a minuscule idea from inception to fruition. One idea hooks onto the next, and before I know it, the piece is writing itself. While it may sound passé, but writing is a calling. As a writer, I don’t mind the rewrites or editing. But replicating a piece? It doesn’t feel natural.

I thought about author J.K. Rowling, who created the wildly popular Harry Potter Books.  I read Rowland was a single mother on welfare, who composed most of her work on napkins in a coffee shop. It made me think about her love for the craft and being crafty enough to write by any means necessary. She didn’t have the option of using a computer, using the many features to Save, Copy, and Paste. Her experience made me really assess myself and my writing situation.

I catch myself: “LaLinda, you have other options!”

Now, where’s that computer option to  RELAX, REWIND,  REJUVENATE, and RELEASE?














Happy Independence Day from a Mother to her adult children

Mom, I have good news!” my son announces while taking a seat at the kitchen table.

I cease making dinner and fold my arms. “Please enlighten me,” I tease him.

“I’m looking for new places to live,” he says.

“You did say places?” I question him for clarity and my own hearing purposes.

He rolls his eyes in exasperation.

I get him.

I’m being “extra.”

I struggle to curb my enthusiasm—for the both of us—as tears well up in my eyes.

“I’ve been looking at apartments, Condos, townhouses, and possibly lease purchases,” he explains.

Does the song “Celebration” by Kool and the Gang adequately express my exhilaration? I have only dreamed of this moment since he returned home from college three years ago.  In two months, he’ll be 24; he has a good job and he’s ready for this next stage: paying his own rent/mortgage.

Empty nesting is a welcomed transition. My older son left for college and never returned home. My second son will be leaving soon and my daughter, who’s in college, will be leaving home this time next year.

Knowing my children can and will fly–and so will I–I’m actually looking forward to being HOME ALONE.

Truthfully, I’m looking forward to BEING HOME ALONE!  I so look forward to:

  • Sitting, lying, lounging, napping or sleeping in the nude.
  • The chance to be “irresponsible” after being responsible for 27-plus years.
  • Making decisions for one—me, myself, and I.
  • Downsize, super size, sell, rent, close up my house—because I can
  • Lower bills/expenses
  • And “Stella Getting her Groove Back” (on, whatever works) without having adult children to consider or around.

Since my son’s announcement, I think my adult children’s leaving will change the dynamics of what we—as a family—use to do; how we get together, shorter visits and them returning to their own homes. I love the sound/feel of that already.