So much drama…

It’s been a cluttery day, filled with work drama. I’m finally home snuggled into my nest on the couch, though not totally discombobulated, I needed the sit down.  Watching CNN trying to get the day’s news; I guess some new Trump book dropped today, at least some commentary, enough to get everyone buzzing.  I’m so anti-Trump so am fine with whatever take-down comes his way but on the heels of “real-life” drama, the news drama, the Trump drama is just too much today.  We’re in a drama filled world, it wasn’t until I was chatting (long overdue chat) with may Dad (least drama person there is) that I got the name for all the exhaustion I’ve been feeling; it’s the overwhelmed drama everywhere exhaustion.  Thankful to have a name to my nemesis, my daily nemesis.  It occurs to me, as I discussed with my Dad that I must be some level of a drama person in that I’ve not left the dramatic work situation that’s dragged on for well over a year.  I don’t like the drama and chaos but it occurs to me that a truly non- dramatic person would have just left long ago.  Lessons I’m learning, maybe I need to be more vigilant in keeping outward drama whether work, relationships or TV news a little more at arms length.


A sentence day….


My eyes are hardly open too tired to remain in the glaring light of day.  They close the curtains, sleep to come soon as my fragile uncertain countenance treades upon its measured day. 

I am not wanted, but do I want?  Can there be one without the other? Desire, does it have even a flicker within me?  Does this rendition of me even remember how to whisper what I long  for?  The words of longing, those earstwhile breaths of desire always dry brittle in my mouth. 

I drift to sleep…what dreams may come sowing their feathery light seeds of longing and need. What day to wake to… What desires will precede me into the dawn’s newly minted morn?  Reflection in the evening bears hope to a steadfast new day. It is here. So am I. I feel not wanted, do I want?


The morn broke early. The sky painted grey yet with hints of blossoming to come in the glorious light rays. As I hurry passed the mirror on my well worn morning jaunt I glimpse a shadowed  echo of the essence of my being, afraid to be caught.  Its existence reminds me of the exiled in my life, the ones in the shadows pushed to the sidelines forced by  fears of potential strife. I am wanted, but do I want?

Blogging #meLOL

Hi friends, as I skim through all the social media sites trying to learn blogging, analytics, social media networking, content and apps, I find so many great articles that I want to pass along but as this is a blogging site, I don’t want to clutter it up with just links as I find them.

So, if you’d like, I can be followed on Twitter @crquider and going forward I will try to tag all my posts with great blogging information and tips and tricks with #meLOL so they are easy to find.



How to find the important answers yourself…amazingly convenient

Never quite thought of this so literally before but there is great truth and tremendous value for me in this article, as even though I have a relentless pursuit within myself to improve, I often look for validation externally; this wonderful article, “You already have the answers: why you should ask yourself for advice” by Yvonne Doherty shared via @elitedaily reminds us that we likely already have our own answers if we just ask ourselves the questions.

Jimmy Kimmel National FB Unfriend Day

Too funny not to share everywhere, so in case you haven’t seen it (which apparently in years passed, I have not); here’s a good laugh for you – I”m guilty of so many I hope I have FB friends come 11/18!



And historically, where it started with Jimmy, here!  I’ve always loved William Shatner.


21 Great Writing Quotes

Happy weekend everyone! It's time to pick up those pens and let it flow!  Please feel free to add to the comments any writing advise or quotes that have inspired you!


















nancy kress

sleep thoreau



Now Get To It!

Blogging in the moonlight

Well here it is almost 11:30 PM and I’m just now catching up on email, Facebook, Twitter and of course my blogs. You see after having almost a month off from work (as I was in between jobs) today marked a fresh start at a new company and with that jump back on to the merry-go-round comes long days and long commutes.

The day went well; the company is very nice and appears to be kind, fair and possibly even generous with its employees. I’m temping right now and they’re kind to me as well. And I’m paid more at this job than the last so I’m headed in the right direction. It’s all good with one exception.

The new love of my life, this new addiction to blogging, writing, learning about valuable content, networking, social media optimization and analytics will now have to take a backseat to the unfortunate reality of my day job. So moonlighting it is. Short post today. When I get back in the swing of things hopefully by God’s blessing I will keep this passion going.

I’m sure many of you can relate deeply to not having the opportunity to be able to make your first love your daily love so no better people to share with then my fellow bloggers.

Please feel free to share your stories or offer suggestions of how to squeeze in some writing in the middle of your work day!

Blessings to you all!

The Lovers March to Eternity

There is so much fire burning within, smoldering wishes for love’s life to begin.

Life again as it was when I was young with our free hearts of passion entwining as one; experiencing the world joined together – souls lit with the promise of plenty forever – an imaginative history created before it begins, these are the things that young hearts believe in.

The embers lost daily to life’s routine this poem starts from loss, sorrow; misplaced dreams.

There is much to be said for the commitment and respect, for the sanctity of marriage so as not to regret, but if you find yourself lost then you must start again and remember what passions were in you as life began.

And then you have no choice for you must decide to take the path well worn and traveled or challenge the ride. I’m not sure what I have in me, the strength or the hope to make my dreams be in this swirling of smoke- it burns, burns my eyes, burdens my soul, weighs me down into restraining control.

I must find again the desire, the longing, the belief; passion and fortitude within me I seek, vulnerability held gently as I fight to hold on. I ask, dare I bask in the prosperous riches of risk -to begin again though I’m still lost in the mist.

Though the scars of careless openness still hang weary on my soul, I remain determined, steadfast and bold.

Still vigilantly marching upon the sublime dogged foes, the constant companions of the “average Joes”, they will have to be sacrificed for my love to be free, they will have to be sacrificed for me to be me.

I will find what I live for!  Valiant, golden and bright! … for I am, forever my Father’s delight.

And with His constant direction of warmth and hope, together my love and I will march to the end of the road; where I’ll look upon your face and thank Heaven above for His unending support of our perilous love.