Tuesday, September 11, 2012

I STILL want to be a writer.

So anxious to read my first paragraph of my first draft I forgot the rule..don't tell anyone what you are writing.
So I go into detail about the heroine wearing a body stocking and I am met with "What is a body stocking?"
I explain that the heroine is on a movie set and she is asked to play a nude scene.
I go on to give the definition of a body stocking comparing it to a leotard.
"So why doesn't she wear a leotard?"
I say that she is not a dancer she is  movie star trying to be modest,
"And why does she want to be modest?"
She comes from a strict upbringing and she is shy.
"So why is she making a smutty film?"
By now I am trying to distinguish smut from the license to keeping  a story moving along.
Back to the drawing board or the keyboard.
Now, I just have to avoid explaining the nude body stocking versus the nude leotard...

Saturday, August 11, 2012

So, I Want to Be a Writer..

I know the moment that I knew I wanted to be a writer. Or I knew the moment that someone else knew that I should be a writer.
I used to trade Erma Bombeck quips with my dear Mother-in-law. We loved the episodes in Erma's columns where she stashed yarn in the chandeliers and put an onion in the oven at three in the afternoon, turn on the oven and  the supper aroma began. Family members entered the house anticipating a great dinner..Ha.
So my husband told me that I could do that. "Put an onion in the oven? I said.
"No, my darling wife. Write like Erma Bombeck.."
He never said the phrase "darling wife" often so I thought he was serious.
I was petrified.
Quipping I could do..writing probably not.
However years later, after reading hundred of romance novels I thought to myself.."Why not."
However I found that there ws not a lot of quipping and silliness in romance novels.
No there was a lot of angst, anticipation and a whole lot of drama.
I had to learn to describe my protagonist and my antagonist.
In my vocabulary, antanogist meant someone who antagonizes and who wants to romance a pest?
So I am on my quest. I am learning to write with many craft books and observations in the books that I am reading.
And that onion in the oven is coming in handy now. My husband thinks that he is getting dinner soon but I am too busy to cook so I will entice him with the cooking aromas  and memories of long ago.
Thank you, Erma Bombeck.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Bobbles, Cables on a Slouchy Beret

From In All Caps Crochet Dude Booklet..loads of fun!!

Amazon.com: In All Caps! (Leisure Arts #75271) (Leisure Arts Little Books) (9781601405371): Drew Emborsky: Books

Amazon.com: In All Caps! (Leisure Arts #75271) (Leisure Arts Little Books) (9781601405371): Drew Emborsky: Books

Ode to my Lucky Robe

My Lady bug robe is starting to look a little worn and tattered.
After almost sixteen years the lady bugs are beiinning to look a little piqued. They do not seem to have that vibrant color that they once had.
Christmas time was a time when I was asked what I wanted for Christmas and I would say that I wanted a robe. "Again?" my family would say,
Well, when my Lady Bug or as I like to call it my Lucky robe came to stay I wore it year round. I jumped to the cupboard every day and donned my comfort and put it on.
I looked down and saw the fading Lady bugs and the frayed lapels.
However I am going to be loyal to her until I can see through it.
When Christmas rolls around I will stay mum and not request another robe.
It just would not seem right to abandon my Lady in her declining years.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Tess St. John

Tess St. John

Married Romance – Elaine Viets Visits! « Everybody Needs A Little Romance

Married Romance – Elaine Viets Visits! « Everybody Needs A Little Romance

Trees..by Joyce Kilmer

When I think of creativity I think of the poem "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer.
Staring outside of his window Kilmer was inspired by the tree's beauty and put his thoughts on paper.
A line that mesmerizes me is "Poems were made by you and me..but only God can make a tree."
And therefore, I look around my garden. I look at  the roses, my gardenia bush, my trees and think that I sometimes bash my head figuratively and wonder why I cannot be inspired at the moment to write something worthy.  And then I remember..Joyce Kilmer's poem and say a prayer of gratitude for the beauty around me and feel refreshed enough to maybe write something that might be inspirational or worthy of a second glance.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Thursday, March 15, 2012

The excitement is building..

William Simon's   "Spider's Tango"  featuring Nicholas White is included in Sandra Brown's anthology "Love is Murder".

Do not miss this,.available for pre-order:


http://www.amazon.com/Love-Is-Murder-Sandra-Brown/dp/0778313441/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1331833384&sr=1-1

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Passions...

The word "Passion" evokes so many meanings and feelings. Some might say it incorporates compulsions.
Compulsions does not sound as exciting as passions.
Lent is upon us and the old school thoughts for me was denial. Denial of candy, favorite books or movies or anything else that was a passion.
However, now the season of  Lent incorporates good deeds.
My daughter reminded me that I already do good deeds such as thinking of  others etc. Maybe.
But doing for others is very nebulous. Saying prayers, thinking good thoughts is fleeting.
An everlasting peace within us. I think that is what I seek.
We make mistakes, we over analyze and think we are altruistic. But who knows?
That is why in my humble opinion a passion for something somehow eases my mind and brings me some sanity,
When I am knitting or figuring out a pattern or a problem I am lost in the moment. Call me selfish but in truth that is my true personality.
I am grateful for this only because as much as I think that I am thinking of   others I am truly grateful to have others in my life whether they be acquaintances of close friends.
This is the meaning of passion for me..it is called life.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

A beautful bouquet

No More Monkeys Jumping on the Bed

A visit to the doctor this week for a cold remedy reminded me of my kids when they were little.
We would pile on the bed and sing this song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NM0roIBANQ8&feature=related

I haven't been jumping on the bed lately. I have just been taking medicine doses and slowly getting over a wretched cold.
I am wondering what songs you sang with your family when they were home?

Monday, January 16, 2012

Mustering...the courage

The month of January is slipping into mid-January and my brain has not yet lit on any resolutions. I guess that would make me dizzy or scatter-brained.
However, when I watch some contestants on shows whether it be pageants or sports the word "determination" or "driven" or "overachiever" is bandied about.
If a sports figure loses a game he is given a short time to comment about what he should have done and what he will do in the future.
"Mustering the courage" is a phrase that comes to mind in my life.
Courage to me is not a rise to overcome a crisis but a quiet determination to analyze a situation and maybe find a solution,
Accepting the scatter brained assessment I embrace it. It comes in handy in times of trouble because I can stop and come to grips with a solution..maybe.
So mid-January resolutions are not so bad.
I can mull over the rise of fall of former quests and decide that thinking of my fellow man is uppermost in my mind.
Sure, it comes with a price. Pampering myself, escaping, or just plain laziness is not an option.
So I say to myself..make every day count. Accept the task at hand and thrive. Take the road to fulfillment and give gratitude each day for the chance.