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TGIF and Feed Finds…aka Total Title Fail

January 13th, 2012

 

 

 

 

 

I’d like to say, Houston, we have snow! But since I don’t live in Cordova, Alaska, currently buried in ZOMG 20 feet of it, the best I can say is snow on the ground.

We’ll just pause here to give a shout out to the Alaska National Guard, who are currently digging out the folk of Cordova.

It’s movie weekend at Hacienda Elen. We’ll be checking out the latest MI — Mission Impossible – Ghost Protocol.

I could spend all day watching Tom Cruise run in a suit. It should be a little thrill-fest. Can’t wait.

Still on my To See list is: The Artist, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, and War Horse.

You? What are you waiting to see? Have you seen any of these? Did you like them?

For Writers ~ @ Girlfriends Book Club, How To Wait for Your Agent To Call, by Cindy Jones. Click on over.

For Penny Pinchers ~ @ Myndi Shafer, Myndi’s HAPPY HOUSFRAU: Detergent Solutions. Myndi’s blog is new to me, but I love her already. And I mean “penny pincher” in the best way. Clickety, click.

For Bloggers Everywhere ~ @ Kristen Lamb’s Blog, Lamb’s Here There Be Big Trolls – How to Spot Them & What to Do. What’s a blog troll? How you identify them. What to do about them. Kristen never disappoints. Click, click, click.

TGIF, baby!

Flashback…

January 11th, 2012

I’ve been feeling all nostalgic about blogging over the last week. I can’t say why. I just have.

The first blog post I ever wrote was October 14, 2007 on WordPress dot com at Could Be A Blog.

Because I’ve been feeling all nostalgic and sentimental, here is that first post in its entirety.

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I’ve been thinking about The Kiss, like we think about The One. All week long, It’s In His Kiss (The Shoop Shoop Song, a 1964 hit single by Betty Everett) has been going through my head. Others have recorded it since then, Aretha Franklin comes to mind, but I’m humming Betty. Okay. Sometimes, I’m actually belting it out. Sorry, sweetie. We all know I’m tuneless.

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“If you wanna know, if he loves you so,…” One look at these couples and you think, oh yeah, it’s definitely in the kiss — from the sweet caress, to the playful buss, to the smooch, to the full clinch, tongue-dueling lip-lock that’ll set off sparklers in your brain like the 4th of July.

In the movie, French Kiss, to distract Kate (Meg Ryan) from her fear of flying, Luc (Kevin Kline) starts a dialog with Kate about the first time. For Luc, this was at age 12 with Magda, a putain or prostitute. He said, “To kiss a prostitute, it costs more. It has always been.” Kate nods. “…You could probably disconnect from everything else, but a kiss…All I mean is a kiss is where the romance is.” Evidently, Luc thought so, too, because he told Kate that the next day he stole 50 francs from his brother, “…and I went back and I kissed Magda for half an hour.”

Faith Hill, in her 1998 hit single, calls it “unstoppable,” “unsinkable,” This Kiss.

We’ve all read heroes who can deliver on the kiss. Boy, have we ever! The Morelli Kiss flashes through my brain. You know, the one in Hot Six where Stephanie’s “undies floated to the floor.” (Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum series, http://www.evanovich.com). I know. All you Plum fans are thinking, “Wait! What about the Ranger Kiss?” Sorry. So many kisses, so little column.

How about you? Have you got a favorite story hero who delivers on the kiss? And, is the romance really in the kiss?

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How I did sweat over that first post. I look at it today and would do some things differently. Still, it remains one of my favorites.

Happy Hump Day!

I don’t like it…

January 9th, 2012

I don’t like it when it’s 9:00 pm EST and I am just sitting down to write a post.

In 2012, I’m trying to get my exercise in at the beginning of the day, in at the middle of the day.

In 2012, I’m trying not to wait until the end of the day to exercise. It’s just not going to happen. It can get sporadic. Ask Papa 2011. He’ll tell you. Well, once he finishes slapping his thigh and snort-laughing.

So.

When I would have been posting in 2011, I’m exercising in 2012. It just wasn’t attractive the way the writer’s butt was creeping over the edge of the seat.

Okay. That’s not really true. But it could be true before 2013, if I don’t do some serious shake & shimmy in the current year of our Lord.

I tell you, I did some serious shake & shimmy today. Twice. My joy is putting a little hip action in my runway walk.

I might have been doing a little of this…

Except I don’t sound anything close to that when I’m belting out the lyrics. Good thing no one can hear me.

I can totally move like Jagger. Totally. Not. I don’t think I should be able to, do you?

Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5 with Christine Aguilera. It’s in my iTunes, on my iPod.

Hello, Monday!

Okay.

Good-bye, Monday!

And that’s how you write 200+ words on why my homework blog post is late.

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