Tongue Tied

Whoops. I haven't blogged in nearly ten days. It's not like I'm particularly busy. I should be. But I ain't. There is so much I should be doing. Cleaning, for one. Paying attention to my children. (I'm praying it's the pregnancy, but they have been exceedingly irritating lately.) Getting ready for a baby. Getting ready for Seth's graduation next month and all the relatives that will be visiting. Reading my Bible study book. Prepping for VBS next week. Oh, and blogging. But instead, I'm a zombie. I can't sleep at night. I can barely stay awake during the day. This pregnancy is far more exhausting than my others were. I hope that's not a bad sign. I'm also busy gaining weight. You know those pounds don't just pack themselves on. Baby needs a thick barrier to protect against the Things that are constantly climbing all over me. I do have something I've been writing in my head. Maybe I'll get to that. Till then, I hope you enjoyed this

I don't know if this qualifies as flash fiction, but it's creative writing and it's 500 words. So, I'll take it. ***************** It seemed so harmless. The fruit wasn’t as delicious as some of the others she had tasted. It was crisp and cool, but more tangy than sweet. She suddenly realized she preferred sweet, but she took another bite anyway. It was pretty fruit, after all. And new. And she felt sort of….funny eating it. An icy thrill shot through her, an unfamiliar feeling that had a sort of edge to it. She didn’t know if she liked it or not. It was pleasant at first, but suddenly she had the urge to look over her shoulder. She felt watched. Nervous. Exposed. He approached her, and she cast her eyes away from his. A tingling laced up her back. She glanced around for the serpent, finding him gone. It was just her. By the forbidden tree. Holding the half eaten fruit. She could find no explanation that seemed satisfactory for what she had done. And in an instant, she

We're gonna give it a shot anyway. Jared has been pestering encouraging me to get back into writing flash fiction. Part of me really wants to, because it's normally a fun and easy way to avoid all the things I need to be doing like laundry and getting ready for our garage sale this weekend. The other part of me is skeptical that I can come up with anything interesting or creative at this point in my gestational journey. It's not a coincidence that my last FF was written right before I found out I was pregnant. But I'm gonna try. Jared's shooting for three this week. I'll be happy if I come up with one. We also changed the rules for ourselves, because we are the conquistadors of flash fiction rules and control our own flash fiction destinies. Anyway, instead of being limited to 300 words, we're giving ourselves up to 500 words, which might actually make it easier for me. I tend to be long winded. It's genetic. So keep a lookout for some flash fiction t

My house is chaos. Chaos I tell you. Moving furniture, sorting clothes, purging useless toys. In an effort to eventually reach the goal of a baby-ready house, I've sort of turned everything upside down and now it's worse than ever. But, at least it's an "in progress" sort of mess instead of just usual "kids live here and I'm too tired" kind of mess. A couple of projects are done. I've been doing a lot of painting. Probably more than a pregnant lady should. But I do it outside when I can and take lots of breaks. I painted when I was pregnant with my boys. And they're totally normal....sort of. The two pieces I'll share today are my favorites in the whole house. They needed some love though. My in-laws bought us this chest as a wedding gift. I love it. It's roomy and the inside smells wonderful. I keep my sheets in it so they smell like cedar. It's a combination of wood and pressed wood with brass handles. And while I love its shape