See me in this video wearing my friend Sandee's very cool political hat! Sandee couldn't make it to see Sarah Palin but her hat did! And it got me lots of attention! I was interviewed by Tampa News Channel 8 and also by the BBC. I told the BBC reporter stuff that will probably have "them"...you know who i mean....coming after me to shut me up! Well, so be it...i was speaking from my heart and telling my truth! You'll see me at about 46 seconds in surrounded by my friends, Joe, Ricky, Michiko and Joannie (Linda was hiding on the other side of my hat!
big guns rally in Orlando
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Capturing the moment
I came straight home from the movie. Did the usual rush to the bathroom, even though i went before leaving the theater 20 minutes earlier. For some reason as soon as I turn the key in the door it seems to unlock my bladder. Scooting my feet across the laminate flooring, shushing the kitties "move kitties, move, go on..you know mommy's got to go to the bathroom". I fool them and turn right and use the master bathroom this time. It's closer but not my habit, I'm not sure why...it makes more sense actually. There are other habits that need to be broke...I think this will be one...good place to start anyway. The litter box is kept in this bathroom too and so I empty it after emptying myself first and while I'm still dressed I take the stinky bag outside to the trash. Flipping on the light in the kitchen I spot Snuggles, the oldest, standing guard in front of one of three food bowls. The other two are empty but the one she guards still holds a half a cup of food. The look on her face tells me she was starting to worry. "Don't worry girl" I say, "mommy wasn't going to let you starve". I'm not sure she's convinced. I refill the bowls and give them fresh water.
The clock on the stove reads 10:50pm. I realize if I hurry I can grab a shower, then watch the news. But while showering I realize I'm humming one of the songs from the movie, Letters to Juliet, and I'm smiling. It was a wonderful movie. A real love story. Not my usual taste in movies or in books for that matter...having given up on love a very long time ago. My friend, Susie and I saw it together and we both got choked up and tear-eyed a couple of times. She called me an old softy. A side of me few ever see. I've become cynical and disbelieving of love and the happy ever after. I'm perfectly happy and content being alone and bitter. Susie, on the other hand, still believes and has good memories. I think my way is less painful...definitely less disappointing.
I decide to forgo the news.
I want to try to keep this "mood" I'm in. Reflective. Insightful. I poured some fake wine. Had to give up the real stuff almost twenty-three years ago. Sober with the help of AA and God.
I want my life to be different. Different from what it is right now. I want to write. To be a writer. To be a published novelist. It's a lot of work and I don't know if I'm any good. Friends say I am, but of course, they are going to. I'm a little, okay, maybe more than a little....unstable. Maybe they're afraid of me. Hell, I"m afraid of me, sometimes.
I've worked (okay, maybe "worked" is a little too strong) on a novel for six years. I"m only at twelve thousand and something words. Most novels are between eighty to one hundred twenty thousand words and I may not have the right twelve thousand words. During that time I started another novel. I don't know how many words it is but I went back to writing the original novel after my friend, Sandee had a heart-attack, then was diagnosed with cancer. She's doing good now. Done with the radiation and back to work. The first novel started over a conversation and trip that we took together during the Florida hurricanes in 2004. It seemed important to go back to that one for her. I love the story and I love her.
I think I've become stuck because although there is romance in the one novel and anticipated romance in the second one.... I'm just not "feeling" it. It's hard when you don't believe in "it" any more. And I think I'm afraid to stir up something in myself that went dormant a very long time ago. Maybe that's it.
Really...I'm "writing" two novels, sort of, at the same time? I can't even read two novels at the same time!
So, I'm writing this instead of working on either of them....well, i was in the mood to write...and write I did.
The clock on the stove reads 10:50pm. I realize if I hurry I can grab a shower, then watch the news. But while showering I realize I'm humming one of the songs from the movie, Letters to Juliet, and I'm smiling. It was a wonderful movie. A real love story. Not my usual taste in movies or in books for that matter...having given up on love a very long time ago. My friend, Susie and I saw it together and we both got choked up and tear-eyed a couple of times. She called me an old softy. A side of me few ever see. I've become cynical and disbelieving of love and the happy ever after. I'm perfectly happy and content being alone and bitter. Susie, on the other hand, still believes and has good memories. I think my way is less painful...definitely less disappointing.
I decide to forgo the news.
I want to try to keep this "mood" I'm in. Reflective. Insightful. I poured some fake wine. Had to give up the real stuff almost twenty-three years ago. Sober with the help of AA and God.
I want my life to be different. Different from what it is right now. I want to write. To be a writer. To be a published novelist. It's a lot of work and I don't know if I'm any good. Friends say I am, but of course, they are going to. I'm a little, okay, maybe more than a little....unstable. Maybe they're afraid of me. Hell, I"m afraid of me, sometimes.
I've worked (okay, maybe "worked" is a little too strong) on a novel for six years. I"m only at twelve thousand and something words. Most novels are between eighty to one hundred twenty thousand words and I may not have the right twelve thousand words. During that time I started another novel. I don't know how many words it is but I went back to writing the original novel after my friend, Sandee had a heart-attack, then was diagnosed with cancer. She's doing good now. Done with the radiation and back to work. The first novel started over a conversation and trip that we took together during the Florida hurricanes in 2004. It seemed important to go back to that one for her. I love the story and I love her.
I think I've become stuck because although there is romance in the one novel and anticipated romance in the second one.... I'm just not "feeling" it. It's hard when you don't believe in "it" any more. And I think I'm afraid to stir up something in myself that went dormant a very long time ago. Maybe that's it.
Really...I'm "writing" two novels, sort of, at the same time? I can't even read two novels at the same time!
So, I'm writing this instead of working on either of them....well, i was in the mood to write...and write I did.
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