<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 22:18:55 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Dark and Twisted Ink</title><description>Life as I know it...on my way to birth a book.</description><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436.post-7278914634050476906</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Feb 2007 03:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-08T13:49:05.250-08:00</atom:updated><title>Holding a Bag of Shit Again</title><atom:summary type='text'>I am tired of holding a bag of shit every single fucking time my little sister change husbands. The first one, I have to live with the drama for three or four years, and plunk my own retirement money of twenty grand. I know I am supposed to think of it as money well-spent.Actually, it's blood money. It's torture money. It's money I used to save her child, who grew up to abuse and torture my </atom:summary><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/2007/02/holding-bag-of-shit-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436.post-1472419616453895210</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Feb 2007 01:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-05T17:35:10.288-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Blog Fodder</category><title>Blog Fodder #10 - Career</title><atom:summary type='text'>If you could go back in time and choose your career, what would it be?Go here if you want to join.Fodder topic posted by Heather.I have missed four fodders. Will make up for it later.Hindsight is often 20/20. That's really true for most people but not for me. I'd still be dithering like I always am when it comes to career and I. It has to do with not wanting to word regular hours. I want to be </atom:summary><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-fodder-10-career.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436.post-713886938544107601</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Feb 2007 01:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-05T17:41:53.064-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>notes</category><title>Emotions</title><atom:summary type='text'>I think I can understand now why people say an artist cannot paint with some depth until they've lived their lives.It has to do with emotions. I noticed that I can write so much better if I feel something. Anger, lust, or disappointment. If I am in a neutral ground, I feel to content to really put much effort into writing.There's no conflict, no regret, and much more, nothing to gripe about.I </atom:summary><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/2007/02/emotions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436.post-791212311151359915</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jan 2007 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-17T11:19:42.881-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Blog Fodder</category><title>Blog Fodder #5 - Intelligence vs. Common Sense</title><atom:summary type='text'>"Which is more important, intelligence or common sense?"Go here if you want to join the FodderThis topic is dreamed of by Karen.As I was reading this weeks topic, I thought I blinked and landed in a beauty pageant land. "Hello there, Ms. BookWorm" says a very handsome not-Billy-Crystal host as he twinkled his question to me. "which is more important, intelligence or common sense?" he said.After </atom:summary><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-fodder-5-intelligence-vs-common.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436.post-5613485662222661428</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Jan 2007 04:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-15T21:10:49.947-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>fashion</category><title>Golden Globe Fashion</title><atom:summary type='text'>Cameron Diaz surely missed this one. She managed to make it look good, but she should have gone to Target. Much better frock at a much lower price.Eva's really sexy, but man. What's up with this dress? Wal-Mart sells better-looking fashion.Oh my word! I know Golden Globe is not as good as Oscar, but why did Nicole picked out this dress?Oh Jennifer missed this year. I think she's pretty, </atom:summary><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/2007/01/golden-globe-fashion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436.post-1800756788570110715</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jan 2007 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-14T22:07:32.459-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>notes</category><title>No Idea</title><atom:summary type='text'>Here I am clueless and wanting so bad it hurts. How does one write and crank out the words to form sentences to make paragraph, turn that paragraph into several more until there's a full chapter of words?When I was a little girl, I would fill up "Slam Books." It will have question likes hobbies. I would always fill it up with: reading, collecting stamps, writing....What have I written really but </atom:summary><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-idea.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436.post-7921068260304866842</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2007 03:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-03T20:18:23.159-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Thursday Thirteen</category><title>Thursday Thirteen Vol. 2</title><atom:summary type='text'>I like The Book Bitches site. It's a fun and sexy blog. Here's one of my favorite post - terms for penis as found in various romance books.  I picked the first 13 which strikes me.virile masculinityscorching loinstowering lance of lovefiery brandrock-hard male loinssinewy length of himraging monster of his lustthrobbing love machineblatant, aggressive, magnificent arousalburgeoning shaftengorged </atom:summary><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/2007/01/thursday-thirteen-vol-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436.post-5037398669085377125</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Dec 2006 03:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-26T20:08:04.396-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>notes</category><title>Wrinkled</title><atom:summary type='text'>What stress does to a man. It's like a paper crumpled repeatedly, dipped in glue. It becomes wrinkled, and stiff and dry. I could sprinkle glitter into it and decorate it with colors, but I can still see the lines from the wrinkled stress it has.I think faces of people tells a story. Just like a glittered and decorated crumpled paper, I can tell. Even as he sits and read, the picture of </atom:summary><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/2006/12/wrinkled.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436.post-2050557152630802784</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Dec 2006 07:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-22T23:37:10.453-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Blog Fodder</category><title>Blog Fodder #4 - Practical Joke</title><atom:summary type='text'>“What is the best practical joke you have ever participated in, or one that was done on you?”Fodder (Go here if you want to join)This subject was posted by ShaneYears ago, my husband's delivery job takes us all over town. We'd go into different grocery store and leave behind a publication or two. Some of these grocery stores have a lot of older women who really cares about other women too. You </atom:summary><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-fodder-4-practical-joke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436.post-6852549265374984307</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Dec 2006 19:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-21T11:37:46.461-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Bills</category><title>They Lay There Waiting</title><atom:summary type='text'>She should have listened to her mother.She sits there staring at the exact spot of drawers where they lay waiting. Dictating her days, ruling her life and running her thoughts. She squints her eyes, heart pounding. It is time, it is time...is it really time?When did it come to pass where these envelops dictates her life. They interrupt her slumber, seeped into her nightmares, and mapped out her </atom:summary><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/2006/12/they-lay-there-waiting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436.post-3955635059078171787</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Dec 2006 07:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-13T00:15:25.226-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Blog Fodder</category><title>Blog Fodder #3 - Childhood Illness</title><atom:summary type='text'>Do you have any memories of a childhood illness?Fodder (Go here if you want to join)This subject was posted by JudyMy mother told me that I was a very sickly baby.  I fart, and off to the emergency room we go. I remember being given this medicine which was quite foul, and it sounded like Odena. I have vague pictures in my mind of my hand restrained in a board with needles and dextrose IV on it. I</atom:summary><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-fodder-3-childhood-illness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436.post-3427680251711612260</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Dec 2006 07:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-10T08:54:12.462-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Blog Fodder</category><title>Blog Fodder #2 -Somebody</title><atom:summary type='text'>Tell us about somebody who has changed your life, even if just a little bit. Fodder (Go here if you want to join)This subject was posted by Nikki-ann My mother had a cousin who used to stay with us. He changed my view on alcohol. He's a mild-mannered man, very agreeable, except when he's drunk. He usually drinks Tanduay Rum. He's not really violent when he's drunk.He's a pathetic drunk. He cries,</atom:summary><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-fodder-2-somebody.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436.post-6304852546439972211</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Dec 2006 06:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-10T08:54:23.674-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Blog Fodder</category><title>Blog Fodder #1 -School</title><atom:summary type='text'>“What are some of your memorable experiences at school? ”Fodder  (Go here if you want to join)This subject was posted by Jean-Luc PicardCan you remember the person who beat the love out of math from you? I do! I can't recall her name anymore, but I remember her picking up her red pen and drawing a huge, heavy line across my worksheet and the "0" she put on the upper right corner of my paper.I was</atom:summary><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-fodder-1-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436.post-7463086019368741276</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Dec 2006 09:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-07T02:15:07.853-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>First sentences</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Thursday Thirteen</category><title>Thursday Thirteen Vol. 1</title><atom:summary type='text'>Thirteen ways I could write the first sentence of my novel, if I were brave enough to write one.1. This has been a crappy day.2. Freedom at last!3. Why oh why, Oh Lord?4. I knew I should have listened to Mom.5. I wish I were dead.6. She's never going to have a happiest day in her life.7. If only I am driven enough to write a book.8. Writing is certainly not as easy as it sounds.9. I can make </atom:summary><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/2006/12/thursday-thirteen-vol-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436.post-9150737059883230737</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Dec 2006 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-09T22:57:06.534-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Chapter 1</category><title>Chapter One - Going</title><atom:summary type='text'>If only life is a book, then we could all go back and re-read the pages. Analyze and take our time going through events, discuss and gleaned knowledge from it. Or better yet, ignore it.I wish I could ignore parts of my life. Especially the part about today. I am a normal person. I want to run away, and not face unpleasant things.You don't know anything about me. You probably won't be interested </atom:summary><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/2006/12/chapter-one-going.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436.post-4033170772639846971</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Nov 2006 06:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-27T22:53:56.896-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>rant</category><title>How fast can you bounce?</title><atom:summary type='text'>I've often wondered if there are other people like me out there. When I perceived someone to rain criticisms and blame on me, I get mad, I get hurt, and I get angry. It's hard for me to bounce back and become lovey-dovey again.For example, today, my husband and I had a plan. This plan was pushed off, first because he was sleeping. I have no objections, he worked late, and I wanted him to sleep. </atom:summary><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-fast-can-you-bounce.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436.post-8115879208046480101</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Nov 2006 20:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-25T12:05:35.387-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Painting</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>books</category><title>I'm Planning!</title><atom:summary type='text'>Yep, I am planning alright. I sit around and plan what improvements I could do around my home. For instance, there's the outside of my home which needed painting. I could do it myself. How hard could it be? Right?I would have to go out and read a book about painting. This book will also tell me which tools to buy so I can paint successfully. Why bother taking up a hobby if I can't do it </atom:summary><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-planning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436.post-5350179111236130338</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Nov 2006 21:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-17T13:33:56.328-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>walks</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>recordings</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>ipod</category><title>Ipp-odd. Alright, Ipod</title><atom:summary type='text'>My husband and I are thinking of recording our conversations and sharing it to the world. We laugh ourselves silly when we talk during the two hours we walk around the mall.I don't know the first thing to do this. I don't even like my voice on recorded anything! I might give it a try though, because even if no one ever download it, my kids might get a kick out of listening to their parents talk, </atom:summary><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/2006/11/ipp-odd-alright-ipod.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436.post-1088627961442133020</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Nov 2006 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-16T21:09:48.872-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Wanting</title><atom:summary type='text'>When I sit here reading a book, I wonder if I, too, could write a book if I try hard enough.Then I thought about this other book I read which says something about "trying hard" is not the way to go. "Doing it smart" is the way. OK. How does one go about being smart?Nora Roberts said to keep on writing anyway. One can fix a bad page, but one can't fix a blank page. Or something like that. I like </atom:summary><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/2006/11/wanting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436.post-2877222338028876915</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Nov 2006 16:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-16T08:24:32.189-08:00</atom:updated><title>If I wrote a letter...</title><atom:summary type='text'>Dear BookWorm,Wasn't it a cold day yesterday? I took my mother and my young brother and my two littliest children to the mall. On the way, we stopped by the bank to pay some bills. The teller from the bank told me they couldn't process my payment because the credit card wasn't name ThisBanks name. I was perplexed because the check I had to write payment to said "ThisBank Card Services".I thought </atom:summary><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-i-wrote-letter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436.post-2566135146320743911</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Nov 2006 21:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-12T20:58:13.887-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>new blog</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>excuses</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>smoke</category><title>Smoke gets in your eyes</title><atom:summary type='text'>I can smell smoke. I am sitting with my computer and I do not want to get up.I can smell smoke. I can guess what happened. I can fell my headache coming. I can tell my screaming boiling through the surface.Still I ignore it. I don't want to deal with it.The smoke is wafting through my house coming from the kitchen. My house could be burning. I just want to sit before my computer, holding my baby </atom:summary><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/2006/11/smoke-gets-in-your-eyes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286960592471064436.post-4632299737306851291</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2006 06:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-09T22:54:44.680-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Chapter 1</category><title>Chapter One - Going</title><atom:summary type='text'>If only life is a book, then we could all go back and re-read the pages. Analyze and take our time going through events, discuss and gleaned knowledge from it. Or better yet, ignore it.I wish I could ignore parts of my life. Especially the part about today. I am a normal person. I want to run away, and not face unpleasant things.You don't know anything about me. You probably won't be interested </atom:summary><link>http://darkandtwistedink.blogspot.com/2006/11/chapter-one-going.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Book Worm)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>