I'm Just Me...

  Last night, I had an epiphany for a new short story, and I'm very excited about this! It isn't that I don't have ideas for stories all the time, because I do. No. The epiphany came because, well, I realized my mashed potatoes are finally looking ' right ' to me!   Do you remember the movie, 'Close Encounters of the Third Kind?' Remember the scene where Richard Dreyfus was building a plate full of mashed potatoes trying to make something he knew in his spirit was correct, but couldn't put into words, or a plate of mashed potatoes what it was he was trying to show to his wife? Well, last night, I was playing the role of Richard Dreyfus!    A few years ago, I gained knowledge of a place that I know inside of me is real, and yet, in a sense, not real at the same time. Inside of me, I know what it is I want to show you, but I can't quite make it connect with my words, because I realize, there are no words to describe the essence of that place. For ...

   Wait for it! It's quite the ride at the end when you read it !       It's been a busy day for me here on the East Coast of North America, and I'm just sitting down to my laptop for the first time today, and it's Four-thirty in the afternoon! It's too late in the day to really delve into writing either of my books, or edit a short story or Two since it's almost the dinner hour, and then I'm going to visit with family after, so what's a girl to do? Well. . . if you're me, you sit to write a blog! And so, that's what I'm doing.     Today's Blog doesn't really have anything to do with writing, other than, I'm writing it, so instead, it's going to be a meander through my thoughts. Well, maybe it's about w riting too, and to use the words of the antagonist in my book, 'TTITC,' "I'll get to it then!" Okay, here we go! Here's what I've been thinking about today -       Is it only myself, or ...

  I was recently told 'I think too much.' Aren't we supposed to be thinking? Digesting? Conversing? Communicating? And thinking some more? Isn't that the silliest statement ever? I mean, think about it?   I think so. I think thinking is the only way to resolve issues, make decisions, live our lives wholly. Thinking is the basic core of our selves. Without thoughts, how does one know anything? Without thinking , how does anyone ever solve an issue, create a new product, or write a book ? W a r s have been started because someone didn't think of the consequences. People have died, because no one thought about the cost of a life. Without thinking, how does anyone put one foot in front of the other and decide to take a step ; either backwards or forward ? O ne must think about which direction to travel. Don't you think? Do you agree?   And so, I've been thinking.    It's been an interesting year so far. As of today, a great deal of eye -opening conclu...

Once upo n a time there was a turkey,  one that I'd pick out with mom , The turkey was moist and delicious, but whose name was n o t said to be 'Tom.' Every Thanksgiving she'd say it, that it was time to go and  fillet it. Before that, Tom ran around every beginning, of Fall , trying to keep his head. He knew Turkey lover's abounded, w ith great dismay, he knew he'd be dead . He felt lying on a table, on a platter surrounded by fil ling, was a most unsuccessful outcome , for a turk ey accustomed  to thrilling. His hens he did lay, on bright chilly days, They'd cluck and they'd buck, and roll in the hay and afterwards, he woul d run away, The hens did lay his eggs, and then have to beg,  to have him come sit on the nest, so they could have a rest. Tom did what he did, and what he did was the best, but after T hanksgiving, he was just like the rest. He fed us our meal, and then his car cass to lay, as we turned ou r attention t...

  Okay. I know I've been absent for a few weeks, but , as with everyone else, life is busy, as usual. I won't bore you with al l th e tasks which begged for attention, and all the issues that have cropped up, but there is one very special task I've been tending to, which to me, is one of the most important of all, and that's my 'works in progress'! Yes. I said, " works ." I'm not going to share the title of these two books just yet . I'm not ready to fully unveil or disclose them at this time, but I'll tell you a bit about each, and, to the one which is a h umorous m emoir, I've given an acronym. And that is, 'TTITC ' . I know you don't understand what it stands for, and for now, that's okay, but I have no doubt that when the title is shared, you will enjoy it!   Let me start with the book that ha s the farthest t o go, and is taking the back burner temporarily, solely for the purpose of all o wing me time t...

  "Mmmmm, that feels so good. Do it again."   "You mean like this?" I asked.   "Mmmm, yes," he groaned.   I ran my hand over his skin. It felt silky and slippery, and yielded ever so slightly as I pressed gently down on his body. I was sweating with anticipation, desire. I wanted to touch him again, and again, and yet, there were times when I felt as though I had to pause. I needed time to think. I needed time to process what I was feeling, and I took it.   "Don't stop. Please?" He begged. "I need it. I need your hand to caress me. I can't do this on my own. Please baby, touch me again like you did before?"    I saw his eyes were blinking, waiting with anticipation for me to stroke him again. I reached out my hand, and paused briefly over him, then brought my fingers to his skin once again.   Another groan emitted from him, deep and throaty. He was ready. Ready for me to bring him to a climax, ready for me to finish. His ...