Much More Beautiful
May 25th, 2012 § 6 Comments
Wow.
Big Daddy was right. And SO quickly.
One thing that makes me really happy in life ( something I was reminded of today) is that I can say whatever the FUCK I want.
That’s right.
Right here? This is my place.
And I? I can say whatever I want.
That’s glorious! Big Daddy never asks me to censor myself. He is secure in who he is, naturally dominant. He knows that words are the VERY most important thing to me. And to restrict them would be death.
I would die inside.
And I want to shine.
I am much more beautiful when I shine.
Being Tagged On Twitter
April 12th, 2012 § 2 Comments
You know who is my super-cute twitter crush? Jessica. She tagged me along with 6 other people in a game on Twitter. Here’s what I have to do: go to page 7 or 77 in your current manuscript, go to line 7 and post on your blog the next 7 lines, or sentences, as they are tag 7 other people to do the same.
I might not make 7. So sorry…but here you go…
Exerpt from Showman, a novel
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“Fuck.”
“What?” Mike said, stepping on the brakes and making the tires screech.
“It isn’t in here.”
“The card isn’t in there.” He stated. “The card isn’t in there.”
“You feeling ok Mike?” This served to piss Mike off royally and his nasally voice got even more pinched.
“Yea, Im fucking great Spence. No card in the fucking wallet means one of two things. She never had it because Simon never had it. Or she still has it! Fuck! Fuck me!” He yanked the car over to the side of the road and practically kicked Spence out the door. “Call Mr. H., find out what he wants us to do.”
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Rod…he will never do it, but just in case he will. You see, Rod is a fucking genius.
Billie Jo, who has a couple of projects in the works.
Wobsy, I’ve read some of his goodness online. He SHOULD post more.
Hmmm. I seem to remember Tim saying he had a manuscript kicking around…
Zev will never do this little game although he has enough poems for several collections.
Andrew is stuck in an alternate dimension right now. But leave a message and MAYBE he will post a couple of lines of his fucking AMAZING nano novel that he NERDILY finished early…
And Val. She has to have a manuscript kicking around…
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LOOK! I MADE 7!
The Time of Come and Get Her
April 7th, 2012 § 5 Comments
Holding on ragged merry-go-round
Long past the age of know better
And the sardonic quitting sound
holding on ragged merry-go-round
Hark the hammer manic pound
Long past the time of come and get her
Holding on ragged merry-go-round
Long past the age of know better
Ginger
March 26th, 2012 § 1 Comment
gin
jar
ramrod
how’s yer lolli?
Wouldn’t you like to
know the price of tea in China.
That Explains The Butter
March 22nd, 2012 § 6 Comments
My husband found the loaf of bread hidden, near my side of the bed.
Butter Face
March 21st, 2012 § 7 Comments
The LittleOne just came into the kitchen in her diaper and plopped down on the table two unwrapped, soft sticks of butter.
I’m stumped.
Dream I
March 17th, 2012 § 3 Comments
She would run from the house, lifting her rough skirts to increase her speed. To get there. The shouts of the sisters would echo, but she would ignore them and laugh, casting her eyes up to a blue sky. The sound of the tall grasses played drums on her tall boots. She would get there, she would. Defying all the rules, she would make it to the place, the illusion he had bloomed in her earthen mind. She would search the forest, wondering if it was all a Victorian fairytale, had she burned her bridges in a free fall for no reason, no promise.
But in her dream, he was there. His clear eyes darted to the side and she saw the carvings. And then he was gone again. She felt with her fingers tips and the wood still hummed and burned with life. She read it like a map and was off.
A new course charted.
