I think it depends on what kind of person you are.If you're a person that likes conversing about ideas, brainstorming with others, etc, then having author friends to talk shop with will be amazing for you.If you're a person that doesn't like your thoughts and ideas challenged, or find it tiresome to debate finer points with someone who you think has a crazy point of view, then keeping to yourself would be beneficial to society as a whole. :)Personally I like to have author friends who are on the same wavelength as I am in terms of communication skills etc. I don't mind when someone points out a fault in my work, even if I think that particular thing isn't a fault. Broadening myself in terms of being a writer includes being shaped (to a degree) by the thoughts and emotions of others. I don't like friends who are only friends so I'll read their drivel and stoke their ego. Heaven forbid I actually critique it.
That was very cute. <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/evil6.gif" alt="evil4">
Debating is certainly a constructive art, when done well. I know from my own personal life, people seem to be lacking the ability. Every comment of debate seems to be taken as a direct attack on their person, starting an argument. Are people so sensitive now?
As the question reads...over time I would probably forgive her. Continue to live with her? Hell NO! Stay in contact with her? Hell NO! Visit her in prison? Hell NO! (pretending to be a guy so I can add my two cents) I'll agree with this one. There's alot of difference between forgive and taking her back.It's a hard life carrying around hurt and hate and fear. Far easier to make sure she can't come into your life again, work through the pain, forgive her (even if only for the sake of your karma ;) ), and move on.
The worst being (to the husband) that they would find her and return her to him. :P She's only been gone a week and he already got rid of her stuff, remember? ;)
If it weren't for tv chefs, I wouldn't know how to cook anything, beyond boiling the crap out of stuff. And my pick would be Jamie Oliver. His style is the one I can follow the most, I like his personality and what he tries to accomplish. His first tv series is the one that made me feel like cooking can be an expression, as easy as smiling. :) How he cooks is the way I want to eat - simple and earthy. I guess I just don't have a palate for the 'right way'. ;)
I don't know if being color blind could make dyslexia worse. I just have a much more difficult time deciphering type that is printed in blue, made worse on a monitor or anything that has light behind it.I am sure being color blind would create other problems such as reading traffic signals. I would think that the person would then learn which light to go or stop on by its vertical order on the light. I know for me it would, lol. Colours help me pick out details, and it's loads of details that make my brain start skipping. If seeing certain colours is hard, maybe being colourblind would help? <img src="/forum/images/emoticons/eusa_shifty.gif" alt="Anxious">
I think dyslexia takes a unique form for each person, right? Or it seems that way, at any rate.Numbers are my issue. In math class I would open my book and literally be asleep on it in 2 minutes. I was 18 and going through adult education when a teacher (not even the school's math teacher, oddly enough) pulled me aside, took a look at how I work, and taught me how to do algebra with coloured pencils. In five minutes she fixed what years of schooling and teachers could not figure out. By writing out each step and using colours to highlight what particular part I was working on, the confusion stopped. I think the best thing that can happen to dyslexia is for more and more people to be open about it. It's something that doesn't advance until we have a look at the problem in a new way. The math teachers I had been dealing with were all looking at my problem in the traditional way, and I was going nowhere. This other teacher took a moment to think outside the box and changed my life with what she discovered. As for using dyslexia as an excuse... Sometimes people use it as an explanation, and that gets misunderstood as using it for an excuse. If someone points out a mistake of mine, I'll apologise, maybe make a joke about being dyslexic, and it's not because I'm using it as an excuse to get away from trying harder. It's letting people know what's going on because I don't want to be seen as an idiot; I want them to understand there's a valid reason behind the mistakes that has nothing to do with my intelligence or my ambition. It's actually been my experience that dyslexic people are incredibly smart. Just look at the people in this thread! ;)
<img src="/forum/images/emoticons/icon_sunny.gif" alt="sunny"> I love when people do these!
Nelle balanced the heavy basket of wet clothes on the ample curve of her hip and shielded her eyes against the late day sun. Grasshoppers flicked through the grass around her, a humming buzz of life in the emerald green. She’d heard the deep rumble of the tractor returning from the field a few minutes ago. By now her men would be in back of the barn, knocking off the dirt, making use of the...
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“Father…” came the whisper, soft as a feather, warm as honey. I woke in confusion, searching for the illuminated red of the clock, finding nothing. The bedroom was a well of darkness, a void of light that had no end. Was there a power outage? Not even the amber stars of a midsummer’s night could be seen through the drafty parsonage window. With uncertain hands I groped for the bedside...
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Rain pattered against the high windows of the cozy little library on the third floor of Beaulac Manor. Fredric Beaulac, master of the estate, sat in his favourite wingback chair, one leg crossed loosely over the other as he read by the fire, contentedly ensconced in the dry warmth amid the smell of old books. A light tapping came at the door and he lifted his sharp brown eyes from his page...
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She slowed as they passed the brazen store display the window flaunting all its wares He saw her looking gingerly touching with her eyes the leather, slippery seal belly black, the rings that hung, eager (her imagination heard their silver tinkle) and the stars that twinkled an abundance of rhinestones studding matching the stars in a kitty's eyes She looked and prayed some day those stars...
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The breeze was low, sweet with blooming lilac and heavy with the evening dew. Piper stood in the open french doors that led onto the back porch, her arms laden with blankets. She inhaled deeply, savoring the summer air. There was no light beyond the fireflies and the first few stars above; the lone streetlight out front couldn't reach between the houses here and left the lush backyards...
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It was late in the day. I was sitting alone on the front steps of my apartment building, the cold cement numbing my ass and sending a chill down my legs. The wind blew and in the midst of the rattling autumn leaves I lifted tremblings fingers to my mouth and drew deeply on a smouldering cigarette. Acrid, smooth smoke filled my lungs, triggering the release of endorphins. I paused a moment...
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my pen has paced this paper back and forth tracing things I've said before back and forth repeating what I'm afraid to say yet free to write I love you, my darkness I'm addicted to the pleasure that you float me in a bubble in the glass of your champagne a bauble at the hollow of your neck you've touched me, toyed with me back and forth and though I know I'm only another bead on your chain...
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Maggie did her best not to squirm, but the tip of the crop traveling slowly down her spine sent terrified little thrills along her skin. She desperately wanted to move, but... Be still, She had told her, and so Maggie was still. Be silent, She had said, so Maggie made no sound above the nervous panting of her lungs. She flexed her arms and stood a bit higher on tip toe, an attempt to...
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How could she be so forgiving? I didn't understand... Caught with the evidence of my secret on my face, my body, and in my hair, I was frozen by her stare as she stood in the bedroom doorway, eyes wide as teacups. “Oh,' she said, too shocked for anything more. I had lied to her! I wouldn't have blamed her if she had left me in that instant, but she stayed. Why? How? We sat together...
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Eddie loved to take her hand, like the gentlemen of yore, and with a flourish that was grand, kiss each silver ring she wore. Friends often wondered why it was her hand alone for which he bowed, but he would only say "it does not fit for you to delve, dear crowd." And she! She knew the reason why and only smiled when watching how on fragrant cream he came to dine, his face as solemn as a vow....
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