Ain' happenin'

Several things happened today I would have written on extensively in order to fulfill my blogpost for the day-- interviews (some thoughts- or a description- haven't really decided yet), a thank you note (a few tears here), a friend. But it's late (for me- after 11, OMG!!!) and I just learned today that if you don't get at least 6 hours of rest, your insulin levels will be low and you will eat more and craaaave more sugar -which is already a staple in my diet so I can't afford more. So I must go to bed. Check out a post from earlier this week if you want to read something more like an actual post (at least from me). Oh and...

The "No.... Thank you!" award goes to Delores at The Feathered Nest. Here is a woman of varied interest. She photographs burial plots for families who are interested in seeing the location where a loved one's interns are interned, and she cooks (great recipes for those who are trying to create a healthy diet), writes poetry (among other things) and has her very own stalkers (like me!).

A text game

Nothing untoward. You get points for recognizing the movie musical and coming up with a new one from the same musical or coming up with a new one that matches it for memory and sentimentality.  Any takers? (If you can name 5 of 6, I'll add you to my google chat and we'll play a few rounds! :)

Her: Cellophane, Mr cellophane shoulda been my name

me: Lol. He had it coming, he had it coming

 

Her: When your good to mama

 

Me: And all that jazzz.. that jazz!

 

Her:  My gift is my song, and these words are for you, and you can't tell everybody that this is your song

 

Me: We can be heroes for ever and ever what d'you say

 

Her: Roxanne, you don't have to wear that dress tonight, Roxanne

 

Me: One day I'll fly away Leave all this to yesterday Why live life from dream to dream And dread the day when dreaming ends

 

Her: Its the circle of life, and it moves us all, through despair and hope

 

Me: Can you feel the love tonight? The peace the evening brings The world, for once, in perfect harmony With all its living things

 

Her: Oh I just can't wait to be king, everybody looking left, everybody look right, every where you look I'm standing spotlight

 

Me: Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze

 

Her: The  bare necessities, the simple bare necessities, that's why a bear can't rest at ease, the simple bare necessities of life.

 

Me: We're your friend, we're your friend, we're your friend to the bitter end! the bitter end

 

Her: I admit that in the past I've been a nasty They weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch But you'll find that nowadays I've mended all my ways Repented, seen the light and made a switch True? Yes

 

Me: Very good. That one trumped any I could give now-except... He's a tramp but they love him. Breaks a new heart everyday. He's a tramp they adore him and I only hope he'll stay that way.

 

She almost beat me with the witch from 'The Little Mermaid' but I think I pulled up a good one- although she hasn't responded yet. 'Her' is my daughter so I guess you can see what her childhood was full of. 

If you must know...

I am just phonin' it in tonight (like I've done a few other nights/days recently- so what's new? What was I thinking to join NaBloWriMo this year? And yes, I am an overachiever.). I had a busy, labor intensive day. My shoulders and feet hurt- my ankles are swollen and even my ribs are sore. So this one is going to be a picture that I took recently that captures autumn for me this year (and every year): 

I moved this flower outside to have it framed in gold...

(I should add as an addendum- it's not really phoning it in when I post pictures. I always takes me longer than I thought to select one, edit it, adding my name to the picture, etc. If I really wanted to phone it in, I'd tell you I was phoning it in and leave it at that, wouldn't I?)

Here's lookin at you kid!

Moving on through my list of "no... Thank you!" Great comments award awardees, I wanted to introduce you to Ian from Views from the Bald Patch. Another writer, he is a writer of fantasy, is in the midst of several projects and has built a fantastic pirate ship for his kids in the backyard as part of the project he was working on at the time. It's really amazing, you should check it out. (BTW: none of the recipients of the 'Great Comments Award' need pass it on. The great thing about this award is that it gives me a chance to thank my commenters. If you don't want to pass it on because then it means that your followers will feel obligated to do the same, I should tell you there have been a few of these awards that though I was thrilled with the thoughtfulness, I did pass on passing those on- SO NO FEELINGS WILL BE HURT!) Anyway, while I was there saying hello, he passed on a "Look at that" tag. (And since I was looking for something to do for my blog post...) So what you do is, what it is is, so it's like... here's the deal: Count up the 'LOOK's in your current WIP and choose your favorite three, then post the paragraphs around the word. And I'm taking it on:       

1. Her fake grin dissolves. Thick webs of tangled braids oscillate around her counterfeit affability. She smiles wryly. “Lookin’ to tell Martha Money how she will meet the love of her life.”

2. The original bridge stretches out alongside the highway. Henry Flagler would burst the buttons of his sacque suit if he beheld the remains of his folly still in use by the state of Florida for the infrastructure of Highway One, while the skeletal remnants of the “eighth wonder of the world” point knotted knuckles at the haunted tresses of the past. The view from the Bahai Honda Bridge is stunning, exposing a wide island vista. I dissolve into the liquid looking glass

Arms fall uselessly, dead wood at my side. My body lurches, reflexively seeking to    expel,        inhale. A beam of sunlight shimmers on the surface but fades and wanes as I sink down, down…  Kick. 

3. My ear piercing shriek resoun–  Ernesto’s face remains incongruently impassive. The young waitress across the bar scans her territory wildly indifferent. A Hemingway look-alike hugging his gin and tonic glances up, slurs something about “one thrue thring” then ascetically renews his devotion. Self-absorbed disinterest forces placidity. Like watching the news not report on political corruption. I screamed, didn’t I?   

I actually didn't have many to choose from so hope you enjoyed them! Oh and go ahead and take it if you want it, if not, NO FEELINGS WILL BE HURT!