Where I’m At

Well seeing as I’m struggling here I thought I’d just be straight and say it like it is.

I’m tapped out.

This is where I’m at. I’m working through some branding and direction questions and in the meantime I’ll have a couple neato giveaways in the next month. I don’t know how long it will take me to take the next steps but hopefully by summer.

For now here is where you can find me on the Interweb:

So, that’s what’s happening and where I’m at.

Until my next blog I hope you’ll visit me in these other places…and let me know what you’re up to as well!

Mommy, Where Do Ideas Come From?

So, as per usual, I’ve been noticing a not-so-subtle lack of ideas and words (mostly words) on this blog.

This is not new of course, I mean, that’s why I did the whole 30 Day Challenge thing. That certainly gave me something to write about.


Anyway, this lack of *whatever* spilled over onto the UsedEverywhere blog. Here’s how the conversation kind of went:

“I know I blew off the January blog…I’m so stuck for ideas!”

“It happens. You should browse Pinterest for inspiration, see where it takes you.”


So for my February blog (thank goodness I only blog once a month there, I suspect I’d be in big trouble if it were more) I browsed and browsed and browsed. Like, forever.

Pinterest probably was the right place to go for inspiration (hey, they don’t call it Pinsperation for nothing) but I think you need an idea in your head first about what you want to write about. Like, at least a direction.

I tested my theory again last night just to see if I was just unusually blocked that day. Nothing. I browsed and browsed and browsed and was decidedly uninspired.

So…I don’t know where ideas come from. Not my computer, that’s for sure.

Cucumbers for the Win


Cucumbers… a cure for writer’s block? Source

Well we’re back here again. Blank.

Sorry about all the pausing and stuff, with the blog and such. I’m struggling to see the joy in the every day.

But I’m trying.

Tonight I went to a writer’s group potluck (yeah) and listened to a reading on beating writer’s block with cucumbers.

It was a bit confusing (it went on for about 10 minutes about the many uses and benefits of cucumbers…which would have been fine except it was an article about writer’s block) but look at that, I’m taking the advice with me. And I’m thinking about increasing my cucumber intake.

If only I could remember how it helps.

Well, maybe that doesn’t matter. That cucumber sangria is looking pretty tasty right about now.

I’ll let you know how it goes.

My Lack of Inspirational Note Taking

Back when I announced I had a new notebook (am I a nerd or what) I had wonderful intentions to take more notes.

Especially when my mom told me what that one piece of lined paper was for (thanks mom!).

My Lack of Inspirational Note Taking

It’s for putting under the unlined pages so you can write straight.

Genius, right.

Anyway, like I said I had great intentions to immediately take more notes. I make sure to carry said notebook with me wherever I go, in case there’s something I want to write down. And sometimes I do write things in it, but to be honest in six months of carrying the book around I’ve only used about 10 pages.

The reality of my failure to note-take hit me hard this week as I was stuck writing blogs for my real job and just couldn’t get going.

So I went to the notebook for inspiration.

Do you know how frustrating it is to have no notes

But I powered through. (Because there’s apparently no such thing as writer’s block.) Instead of notes I just used my mind and I suppose that turned out alright. We’ll see when the blogs publish.

Even tonight as I sat at the computer I thought “didn’t I have an awesome blog idea to write about?” I looked around for a few minutes but found the only notes I’ve written this week were a grocery list and a packing list.


I bet my fabulous idea went to someone else. Some blogger who takes notes and then follows up on them.

Sorry guys. I’ll do better.

My New Notebook (Gilt-Edged Edition)

Like I mentioned last week, my birthday was recently and I was paid some attention for which I was/am grateful.

Now I would like to talk about one of my gifts—a notebook. And not just any notebook, a “gilt-edged” notebook.

I know that means the edges are a gold colour, but I don’t know why it’s so special. The dictionary just says it means the paper is high quality.

OK, so I got a nice notebook for my birthday.

I don’t particularly care for the cover though…I mean flowers are nice and stuff but…

Maybe I’ll use Mandy’s tutorial again and just cover the notebook with scrapbooking expertise, which I picked up thanks to the 30 Day Challenge (thank you 30 Day Challenge).

But the reason I’m talking about this gift today is because I didn’t even know I was longing for a notebook. Didn’t even realize it. The last time I had a notebook I used it for wedding planning. We had all our notes in there, our hopes and dreams and plans and guest list and to-do lists and on and on. It was great. We made all sorts of computerized lists and appointments and notes and such but the old notebook came in more handy and useful than all the modern technology combined.

And I haven’t had a notebook since.

That’s, like, a while!

When I was more of a journaller I would carry a notebook with me everywhere. I actually looked forward to times of waiting so I could jot down blog or article ideas, book ideas, musings, goals, or whatever else. I loved travelling by bus or train so I would have extra time to sit and think. For some reason there’s always something to do at home but in those moments of travelling…well they’re special. I’ve worked out a lot of stuff sitting on the bus. And I have a box of notebooks to prove it.

Now that I drive myself around most of the time I don’t jot notes down so much, which is probably why I haven’t noticed my lack of notebook. But I have some travel time with work coming up in the next bit so this is excellent timing to get back into it.

I have the distinct impression using my new notebook will quick start my creativity in a way typing items into my smartphone never can.

Weird right? It has got to be something psychological in my brain…respect for the act of writing and knowing how to use a pen or something.

What do you call a writer who only knows how to type?

Oh, and I’m OK with the blank page thing (lack of lines). I feel it allows me to be a bit more “out of the box.” Yet still constrained to the page.

Limits people.