Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Where to begin? THe newest announcement I suppose is the place to start. Last Friday, I recieved a response from Laurie
Noctch at IdeaGems tht she wanted The Brick Room, a sureal realization journey. A casual remark about it being
fodder for Laurie's latest venture into the cinematic world brought brought an offer to use it for just that purpose. Of course it
many steps away from completion, but knowing Laurie, the wheels are already clicking and I couldn't be more pleased. I might even make
a trip to Maine come Spring and have a peek around.
That's the most recent news. Next up would be what transpired last October. The whole thing started with a walk. My normal practice is a
little three-mile jaunt around a local park, something I tell myself is good for keeping me young and may just result in my living forever.
I had just come around a turn in the trail and was approaching an area with heavy tree and brush growth off to the left. I saw a big cardboard
box shoved under some of the brush. The closer I got, the more convinced I was about that box holding something precious.
When I was close enough for a better view I found that the box was turned on its side, and huddled nearby were three tiny kittens.
And I do mean tiny. They still had that tiny kitten vacant stare from little blue eyes that had not yet changed color. I won't
go into more detail about what followed accept to say that three hellions, Minnie, Joe and Patch, now have a secure home. Their
position in the world a lot different from the confines of an old cardboard box. Of course they are much larger now
and have taken over nearly every corner of the house, but the picture below will attest to their comfort.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Today I held you in my arms and told you goodbye. You looked at me with such trusting innocense and my heart welled over.
My sweet kitty, I know the trials of your last days. I know, too, that your eyes told me you wanted to go. But my heart does
ache so and my empty arms long to feel your little body nestled against me. In all your years, you gave boundless unconditional love.
The place where you last slept, curled among the pillows on my bed, holds the shape of your tiny body, a reminder that
mere hours ago you lingered there. I miss you my Lucy girl.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Did you ever feel so completely happy that containing the exubereance was nearly impossible? Days when black clouds
fly in the face of sweet gales of laughing wind and the sun dances in your soul. Days when every fantasy you paint gives
birth to joy. Days when you feel as though you have come home after a long trip even though you haven't journyed a single
step. When I am happy my soul sings. Can you hear it?
Sometime Friday, July 25, 2008
I don't plan to write anything tremendously signifcant this morning. Just that I was suprised with a new
monitor for my birthday, one with a huge screen, and since then, looking at my MS Publisher web site has turned me green and monstrous.
Monstrous, you ask? Yes, monstrous. It seems that in their infinite wisdom, and besides making it hard to find
exactly what you need to do to create the site to begin with, they make it impossible for one to center the desired elements for viewing.
Thus, when someone else with a humongus screen happens to stumble and look around, SIGH!!!!
they find everything huddle up on the left side of the screen and looking awful. Thank you very much, Microsoft.
So what must a struggling writer, unwilling to shell out 3 or 4 hundred dollars for software
to make everything beautiful do? Well, I'll tell you what this one did. I dug out my old HTML book and started fooling around.
Now I'm not perfect. There are sure to be mistakes, but trust me, it looks better today than it did
yesterday all crammed over on the left side of my new monitor. And best of all,I'm starting to get my color back.
Monday January 28, 2008 10:00 AM EST
Life's getting in the way of My Pen these days. I'd rather spend my free writing time making stories I'm afraid.
So to all the good people who sent mail wondering if I died, I am just bogged down concentrating on work instead of Pen entries.
I do hope responding to your mail made up for it.
Thursday, October 25, 2007 9:00 AM EST
She’s done it again, and I had a chance to read The Sleeping Madonna.
Deborah Rey kindly sent me a preview of her romantic, dynasty-style novel. The story, a
truly unique read, spans four generations and plunges the reader into the fabulous wine country
of Portugal. The relationship between the main characters and the exceptional love they share will
carry you along through endless days of passion and joy. Deborah captures the heart with poignant
scenes that pulsate with life.
The reality of aging and lovers who see only beauty
A magnificent horse, more human than equine
Courageous people who triumph over life and acknowledge death’s ultimate conclusion with dignity
You will not read The Sleeping Madonna without thinking of it again and again.
