i’m thankful for family and friends
the ones who still remain true
i’m thankful for my good health
even if i blow a workout or two
i’m thankful for the good days
even the bad ones when they come
i’m grateful for each day i get to wake up
and write the stories till they’re done
and as i sit at the table today
to enjoy good company and pie
i’ll be thinking of you visiting this blog-
thank you for stopping by
It’s time once again to share my world with you, my captives readers. But before I do so, I’d like to say thank you for visiting my little bloggy corner of the ‘net, where I can talk your ears off I wanted to, while you, with the option to leave whenever you feel like it, take the time to click ‘like’ or write down a comment. Thank you.
So without further ado, here’s my world – so far this week.
Do you believe in extraterrestrials or life on other planets?
I’m a huge fan of The X-Files, Star Trek and the original Star Wars trilogy, so that should tell you enough. I believe, should be my simple answer. And I’m sure that what they might think about us would be quite interesting. They might even have the same issues we all have – like, does this make my butt look big?
What type of pet or pets do you not want to have?
I once thought I’d want a snake – a boa constrictor or a python. I thought it would go well with my real name, you know, Velvet the snake woman or something like that. But then life intervened to let me know the folly of my ways by having a real-life snake wrangler for a classmate in college. He shook his head and told me that as much as having a snake sounded like a nifty idea, he told me to “wait till you have to feed it live pet rats or mice, and hear the poor things scream (the rodents, not the snake) – or you can kill the rodents before you feed it to the snakes. Then, come back and tell me you still want a snake, and I’ll have no problem getting you one.”
I’d read enough of Silence of the Lambs to know what that is like to hear the screaming of, well, in that story, lambs. But to hear it at every mealtime for the benefit of a pet, no thank you.
If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
Purple, baby. Although red suits me so much better.
What type of transportation would you be? Why?
I have to be honest here. While others might think themselves to be Porsche’s or Ferrari’s or Testarossa’s, I’d probably be a 1972 Volkswagen Beetle – oh, and automatic shift at that. That means that while it has the gear stick with the various 1st to 3rd gears, it has no clutch pedal.
Weird, I know, but get this. Unique and often hard to come by (in working condition) – check. 0 to 60 in ten minutes – check. Could break down at any minute – check.
Yep. Sounds pretty much like me.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
Last Saturday night, I had a major allergy attack that surprised me – puffy eyes and tingling puffy lips. Angioedema is the proper word for it. Unfortunately, I had no antihistamine in the house – not a single pill of Benadryl or Zyrtec. I did have my albuterol inhaler and so when I was having difficulty breathing in addition to the itchy feeling under the skin (no hives in sight), I used the inhaler and then told hubby to go to the drugstore at 1 am to get me Benadryl. It could have been worse, but thank goodness, despite my ignorance about MSG allergy, it wasn’t.
For the week coming up, I’m looking forward to being more organized because taxes are fast approaching. Because I sure as heck am not at the moment.
Wow! Is the week over already? I usually look forward to weekends but tomorrow I teach 2-day workshop and already I have 16 students and I can just see myself hobbling back home on Sunday, wishing there was a massage therapist handy to take care of me when I get there. But anyway, before that workshop starts and sucks the life out of me, it’s time to share my world (so far!) with you, courtesy of Cee’s Photography.
What is your most favorite smell/scent?
My most favorite scent would have to be a baby’s scent, like little puppies and kittens – and of course, little babies like my son, when he was literally just a little bundle in my arms. His smell has certainly changed now that he’s four, but I still take a deep inhale of his hair whenever I can, even though that baby smell is long gone.
I do like the smell of certain colognes on a man. But for now, I’ll stick to babies…
How do you write: computer, longhand or other?
I write much faster on the computer, but sometimes when I don’t have one close by, then by hand will have to do, especially when I have all these bright ideas for my novel. Thankfully, I’ve started writing in journals again, and as long as I stick to the muse and my novel ideas, then I’m fine – the journal is safe from the next moment of anger that might strike me and I rip every page to shreds – like I did every single journal I kept in the last 20 years. Sad, I know.
That’s why sometimes writing on the computer is much better. I write so much that I don’t remember what file I’ve put what in…
Your favorite blog post that you have written? (add link)
You can’t ask me to name only one! I can, however, name three:
In His Study – a short story about two of my novel characters long into the future of the story I’ve set them in. It started out as a writing challenge, but I think it’s really not anymore – because it’s long….really long.
Lucas North on Line One – A daily prompt challenge about receiving a phone call from a stranger, and in this case, I chose to receive one from the muse I was writing about then, Lucas North.
Elevator – A writing prompt that places you stuck in an elevator with a stranger. I wrote this with vintage small elevators in mind, an old unmarked can of Mace that used to be in my purse for years, and a tall, dark and handsome man with blue eyes – and hopefully no murderous tendencies…
What’s one of your favorite books from childhood?
The Little Prince, by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. It was one of the books that was already in my room when I was little, and I read that again and again, not exactly understanding why it was so sad, for a children’s book. I recently just acquired my very own copy. This was printed in 1943, and I am just so excited to read it again. Hopefully I’ll understand the true meaning behind his words now, so many years after I last read it as a child.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I am grateful for spring. At least now, the days are longer and I get to do more around the house, even though I wish I could do more but with each chore I do, that’s one hour taken away from my writing unfortunately. It makes me realize just why it is there are more male poet laureates – they didn’t have to worry about dinner or the laundry or the PTA.
I am looking forward to teaching tomorrow’s Thai Yoga workshop, and in a way, getting it over with. Teaching something to that many people can be stressful, and introducing them to an Asian bodywork technique that is so new, and so different from what they learned in Swedish massage can be a challenge. For what I teach just about breaks almost all the fixed rules they learned, but it is what it is.
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