Write up on Jamberry Nails

Here are great examples of the sample cards for this season. Enjoy!

Olden Daze

Getting older is kinda creepy. It is like the final days are creeping up on me. I feel there is so much to say. And, so much to pass on to my family. It is creeping me out.

My body is really starting to sag. And, my stamina is not very great, these days. There are so many activities I imagine doing in a day. When I lay down at night, and look over my day, I realize I have not done much that I intended. I blame my sagging old body.

The memories I have lodged in my head need to be documented. Or, at least, logged on paper. Then, they would not be floating in my head, day after day.

When, I relay a memory, I catch myself looking into the faces of, “What is she talking about, now?” That is creepy to think people aren’t interested in my memories. I’ll work on my timing. Or, just write them down. That way, the memories won’t be lodged in my head.

My advice to you. . .don’t get old. You will end up in the Olden Daze. 🙂


I just watched this movie with my DIL. She had the advantage; she read all three books before seeing the movie.

It was interesting. I don’t think I would like the book. I can’t even make it through a magazine. I’m just not a reader. (sad face)

WORD CRIMES by Weird Al is a writer’s anthem

This is one of the funniest ones I’ve seen. Probably, because of the original. Enjoy!

The Red Pen of Doom

Back in the day, Weird Al Yankovic was proudly, loudly weird. Today, he’s the master of parody videos, which keep getting better and better.

This one is a dream for writers and editors everywhere. He speaks the truth. Sing it, Al, and let the rumors that you’re retiring be false.

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The Red Pen of Doom’s Greatest Hits Collection: 10 Epic Posts

  1. Epic Black Car deserves good owner; are you worthy?
  2. The Mother of All Query Letters
  3. Why every man MUST read a romance – and every woman a thriller
  4. The Red Pen of Doom impales FIFTY SHADES OF GREY
  5. The Twitter, it is NOT for selling books
  7. 30 achy breaky Twitter mistakeys
  8. Writing secret: Light as air, strong as whiskey, cheap as dirt
  9. The Red Pen of Doom murders THE FOUNTAINHEAD by Ayn Rand
  10. Quirks and legs matter more than talent and perfection


This is Guy Bergstrom the writer, not the Guy Bergstrom in Stockholm or the guy in Minnesota who sells real estate or whatever. Separate guys. Kthxbai. Guy Bergstrom. Photo by Suhyoon Cho.

Reformed journalist…

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Niena vs. Me

I’ve spent a lot of my life worried about what other people thought about my looks and my behavior.

My life changed from a carefree kid to cautious teenager when I went into Junior High School. It was at that point I realized I needed to have the right purse, the right shoes, and the right behavior in order to blend. I can’t tell you if it was to make myself be in the group. Or, to look so much like the group that I didn’t attract attention. But, it was then I became aware of other people’s thoughts of me.

I’ve since learned all those other people that I thought were spending their time judging me were just trying to blend in, themselves.

So, I tried to be myself. But, who was I, exactly? I was wife to that man, Mother to those two boys, and friend to those few. But, I didn’t really know who I was, or wanted to be, at the time.

I always told my husband, “They see Niena.” “But, they don’t really see ME.” As if I was presenting a side of me that I thought they wanted to see. Like it was an audition for approval.

When I went to any occasion, I would prep Niena in a way so she would be the best Niena she could be for that moment. I was prepping Niena for a performance. They didn’t get me; they got Niena. I didn’t really act like myself. Upon leaving the occasion, often it was a relief, like I could exhale.

My ex (who shall remain nameless), after leaving such an occasion, asked, “Who were you in there?” At the time, I didn’t understand what he meant. But, I remember being crushed at his disappointment in me. He actually remarked that I ‘acted like a fool in there.’

How exhausting is that on a being?

I considered Me as someone that would not be pleasant to be around. If ‘they’ really knew Me, ‘they’ would not choose to be around.

Again, that was thinking about what others thought of me. Trying to guess what they thought of me.

Finally, Niena and Me have come together. I can be me all the time. Niena is me. Me is Niena. And, I like me.

The bottom line is this; I’m going to be me. And, whoever wants to hang with me is welcome to do so. Because I don’t get to choose for you. I only get to choose for me. And, I choose to be happy and free.