ItstartswithBeeBex

#humor #want #gurus #innerdialogue Desire, Inner Dais and Doubts.

Today, is ‘Mantra’ and quote day in my house. If you don’t know what a mantra is, it’s essentially repeating something over and over, until you accept yourself it is true.

E.G. ”I believe in me’ type thing. The idea being you repeat it often enough until it drowns out the voice that answers back ‘Don’t lie to yourself. You don’t. You suck.’

If you like, it’s the mental equivalent of writing…

Sex and Kids books muddle up.

Before we all panic, well too late now anyway…

The joy of writing across genres and being a Kindle Authoress, is technically there are zero rules. You can write whatever you wish. If you really wanted to write a book called ‘If’ and have 50,000 translations of the word ‘If’ and different designs of if, you could. Technically, it has to be processed by Amazon, it’d be a fairly dull book unless you…

Buzzing Bees and Bumbling Bex

While not exactly doing a dance, leading the rest of the bees back to the garden (I am more solitary bee than bumble bee), progress is certainly returning. The bleak descent of a mental barren winter, has eased and it’s practically scorching summer in my mind. Which given the weather out the window is beige to grey, is probably a good thing.

Writing fatigue, is one of those things, I think…

Co-writing with an Asd 4 year old.

Top tip, if you ever get it into your head, that what will bond you and your daughter together is writing down her tales, don’t. In theory when you illustrate yourself, how difficult can it be. Ha Ha.

It’s not that the ASD is a major factor here, in fact it’s been the diagnosis for ASD that has held it up. Sadly, people have a great difficulty with grasping, ASD is a spectrum, so you have uber…

If anyone see’s the fairy in charge of making computer’s work, send him my way huh?

Testing, testing one, two, three,

If the computer fairy get’s it together,

You may see return of bee

@BeeBexitstarts

PR sucks. That is the bottom line. It does when your not firing on all cylinders anyway. Sadly, for all of us, there is this reality, that the only second of life we are guaranteed is the breathe we are taking now. In this moment now, is the only thing we are guaranteed of and making of it, is all we can do.

Not meant to depress you or alarm you, just fact of life, none of us know when our last…

I punched the Muse didn’t like it.

Why are people so fascinated by other’s sexuality or gender identity? Maybe I am shallow, OK that’s a given but I don’t particularly care if my mates are straight, Gay, Bi, Tri, Banging Aliens whatever. I am always a bit baffled that parents disown their kids for being gay or needing realignment to match their brain gender. It’s not like it’s going to change anything.

Same as hating on someone…

My twitter crush doesn’t love me

and I haven’t been proposed to for a month. 

My mojo has packed it’s bags and taken the first surfboard out of dodge man. I have the obligatory, ‘You look so cute in your avis I would like to ———’Type DMs but I am kind of disturbed. Well, you knew that anyway, I mean my emotions are disturbed. The world has fallen off it’s axis.

Before we all run to send me dick pics, don’t boys I have seen one…

The mirror said F you

Funny thing. Well wasn’t funny to me, my ego i think it was hurt. Here is me

Yes, I am human…

                  Fret not, I will get to the point eventually. I have a few looks, admittedly some days I like most women do not wake up looking wow. I wake up more like this.

this is exactly how appear on waking up.

Which I admit is not the ‘I must haul this woman into bed.’ But I don’t think it’s…

Blogger needs a wife.

Not a new fangled one, that expects sex or any sort of physical contact you understand, but an old school one. One of those mythical creatures, with no personality or life expectations of own, to slave over an iron. One who is seen but not heard. Sleeps in a separate bed. Wakes with ease before 6am. Can juggle children, keep a pristine home, produce meals from fresh air.

A wife to greet me with…

Eureka – Diets killing mankind.

  A cry apparently issued forth by Pythagoras when he got out of the tub. Or so the story goes anyway. It’s a good story, I like the image though of a chunky monkey, sending his bathwater crashing over the sides.

For casual article visitors you may be about to get lost, being unaware of my philosophical like brain and Sherlock like intelligence. You may also be unaware in this part Irish girl’s…

I like to think me and Mark Twain would have annoyed the crap out of each other. That the sense of deja vue I felt on discovering Jung, the instinctive grasp means in a past life we totally got it on. I have never been the type to chase footballers, although I have perhaps unkindly over the years, sent a few looking for sky hooks.

The question with something like blogging, public communicating is…

Problem with talent is laziness and the problem with success is crazies and ego.

  Success is a funny word isn’t it? The books will tell you that being a success means to have achieved recognition for something you do or are good at. Ego is another odd word, humorous, we all have one, some had theirs slaughtered at the altar of self-confidence formation, but like it or not we all have one. You do…

Dear sir… a love letter, yer right…

So the muse refuses to get his kit off and inspire me, so lets see where we go…

Dear Sir,

In regards to your lack of a last letter, I can only assume you are one of these who does not respond to fictitious letters. Can’t say I am entirely surprised. Given your refusal to take physical form when I open my eyes.

Still, I feel a tad underwhelmed by your refusal to cooperate with me. Granted such…

Writer’s drought

An inexplicable absence of the blogger perhaps. Maybe it was the relief of discovering father was not in fact dead. More likely it was the news he had been off with the Roma he had met on the bus, after getting on the wrong bus. Perhaps it was the subsequent follow up misadventure where he had gone to the shop found a bootsale it was not in fact a bootsale but in fact a child’s party. Perhaps it…

There’s two solutions practically to most hurdles, go round or go through. I am Sat this morning reflecting on these hurdles. The “sensible” solution is to get full-time work. While wage living, never makes you rich, temporarily it would assure facilities like landlords, I don’t intend to default on the rent.

Then there is option b, pull together 6 months rent. Perfectly feasible in fact. Can I…

We live in a world of respectability. We who are women anyway. There are three taboo subjects, a woman cannot publicially discuss without being thought dangerous or receiving the attention of the mad.

Happiness itself. Publicially admitting to or expressing Changes in mood. To admit one is in a rage, is more acceptable than admitting, “No, today I am totally happy with how things are going.”…