POOF – I’m a Plugin!

I’ve fallen into the computer and I can’t get out!

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Why have I turned into a plugin? As I was commenting to my co-host Kevin, it felt as if these past couple weeks in prepping Write Along Radio, my new podcast for writers, has been sucking me into this computer screen/fan noise vortex. From figuring out themes, wordpress.org, hosting, backing up, pluggin in, headers, images, streaming and more . . . When kevin cracked a joke that we ourselves were turning into just another WordPress plugin, which made total sense.

Anyone out there ever program/host their own site? It’s intimidating and bizzare and thrilling, no?

But sweet relief! The website is ready, the podcasts have been edited and uploaded, the whole production is rolling! I’m so very proud of our revised and refreshed writing podcast. The sound quality has been knocked up a few levels, and we’ve got actual formats: writing challenges, book discussions, and industry interviews!

So, if you are a writer/blogger/enjoying of writing, and you like online radio shows (i.e. podcasts) here is what you can do next:

1) Visit the website and say hell0. I’d love a comment for the Write Along Radio comment fields.

2) Subscribe the the radio RSS feed at iTunes, Stitcher, or whatever podcast RSS feeder you prefer.

3) Do a happy dance with me!

Also we’ll be having giveaways all week, including a cute “Happy Writer” t-shirt that I painted with my own two hands. Okay well, we aren’t giving that specific t-shirt in the picture below because . . . well, I may have melted plastic to the back of it while using a binder as a flat surface while ironing the material with my frying pan. BUT, I’ll make you your own t-shirt, so that’s even better :) Keep your eye on the site and it’s social pages for news.

p.s. We have a fun blooper reel for Newsletter Subscribers to Write Along Radio :)

Celebratory post over and out! :)

Catherine’s Story: The Children of my Daydreams

Catherine Brunelle:

About two weeks ago, I was kindly asked by Marie to submit a piece for her week-long series on fertility issues – cancer and it’s treatment impact being a darn big one of those challenges. So I wrote her a little story about one Saturday morning long, long ago, when Zsolt and I lay in bed dreaming up baby names. Here is a reblog of my full guest post on Journeying Beyond Breast Cancer. You are welcome to click through and read, and then do explore more of what JBBC has to offer.
;) Catherine (P.S. It’s an emotional piece, but I happen to be having a very good day today. So just keep in mind, it’s not all sad moments)

Originally posted on Journeying Beyond Breast Cancer:

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Years ago, and I mean nearly ten years ago, my husband – then boyfriend – and I would lay in bed on a Saturday morning and not get out till about noon. We’d just hang out there and talk the way a couple talks when they are new and crazy in love. Somehow on one Saturday morning, the subject came up of baby names.

(So that was thrilling for me, because nothing says ‘long term’ like baby names.)

That discussion sparked several other ‘lay-in and day-dream’ Saturdays, and we finally settled on two names: Claire for a girl, and Joseph for a boy. Zsolt thought Claire was a beautiful name (also my middle name), and I quite liked the Hungarian nickname for Joseph, Joszo, plus it’s my dad’s name.

Since that time I’ve always seen the two of them, Claire & Joszo, in my head. It has felt…

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Nothing Butt Net

So this just happened. Zsolt made a joke and thought it was great – very witty. Therefore, for some reason – remembering he played basketball for a long time, I say, “That joke was nothing but net!”

And then he stops, and gets that look he gets. “But net?”

“But net,” I reply.

But net?”

I almost choke on my paleo pizza now, realizing he is actually saying, over and over with that look of trying to understand “Butt net?

Finally I manage: “Nothing. But. Net.”

“Nothing butt net!?”

And then I can’t eat anymore because I’m laughing too hard.

Finally I explain the expression to him, and make the basketball connection. He gets it. I keep laughing.

Apparently, in Hungarian they say “without bone” for that same kind of experience. Also weird. Yet nothing will ever be beat The Butt Net, whatever that may be. You use your imagination, as Zsolt had to do when he got that look he gets.

Ah, good times.

The end.