Yes again

A thousand apologies for not posting last week. I'll give you 348 guesses why I didn't. That's right. The trouble with the writing group was still boiling. I knew you were smart and didn't need all of those guesses. But there's a light at the end of the tunnel and as the old adage goes, I hope it isn't a train. Hopefully one more week and it should be more or less cleared up or it will explode into something I don't even want to contemplate. C'est la vie!

Since I had been creatively dysfunctional during this time, I decided to participate in Barbara Vey's virtual blog party. She has it every year to celebrate her anniversary with Publishers Weekly. It's fun. It's silly. And it's just the right thing for a marshmellowed brain person to do. Barbara tells everyone where it is virtually held, who some of the guests are, what they brought to the party and what kind of entertainment there is. Then people post anything they want. Most just say hi but it's more fun to respond to what Barbara has said is happening or to other bloggers.

My friend, Dawn came up with all these crazy characters who were dancing, drinking and flirting with all the women. She also came up with a little ditty called The Neglected Husband Blues -
- da da da da. I loved it. I came up with Eton, a cajun ghost, whom I met while the party was in a mansion in New Orleans. He then followed me to New York, England and Paris. I was just really getting into it and then it ended last Saturday. Oh well. It was good to be a bit zany. It helped to break the tension I was feeling. It was a pause. A much needed one at that. Next year I'll put down when it will be held and if there's anybody out there, they can come and join us.

All Join In

Sorry for not posting last week. There had been a riff in one of the writing groups I belong to and it has held my time and mind prisoner for awhile. I'm still trying to fight it's bonds. People were hurt and a group is possibly damaged. And it's still going on. It's BS. I just got another e-mail. Round 439 has started and the bindings immediately got tighter. I feel like I'm Houdini, stuck in the middle of one of his escape tricks and I've got amnesia.

I'm listening to You can all join in by Traffic. It's jaunty beat and words are making me smile a bit. Maybe it will make you smile too. I happen to like the whole cd. I originally had it when it was an album. Am I dating myself? Oh well it happens. : )

Here's a little song you can all join in with
It's very simple and I hope it's new
Make your own words up if you want to
Any old words that you think will do
Yellow, blue, what'll I do?
Maybe I'll just sit here thinking
Black, white, stop the fight
Does any of these colors ever bother you?

Here's a little dance you can all join in with
It's very simple and I hope it'd new
Make your own steps up if you want to
Any old steps that you think will do
Left, right, don't get uptight
Keep in line and you'll be alright
Clap hands, move around
Make sure no one puts you down

Here's a little world you can all join in with
It's very simple and I hope it's new
Make your own life up if you want to
Any old life that you think will do
Love you, it's nothing new
There's someone much worse off than you are
Help me set them free
Just be what you want to be

The Olympics

Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it. ~ Johann Van Goethe

I love the Olympics, well most of it. The figure skating is beautiful, while the moguls and half pipe are exciting as is the speed skating. And the curling is - well - I'm sure they're sick of being the butt of so many jokes. I wonder, if I had the chance, would I ever try bobsledding or doing the luge. Maybe, but not a 90 mph. Do they have something like a bunny luge?

I think what gets me about all of it, is the intensity of the participants. Even though most won't medal, they all strive to be the best that they can be. That's how they got there. It's a lesson for all of us. The Olympics give me hope, exhileration and a kick in the ass to get moving.

Valentine's Day

I had this nice picture I wanted to post for Valentine's Day but after 15 + minutes of waiting to down load the friggin' thing, I got disgusted and gave up. One stinking, lousy picture. Geesh!!!!!
Anyway, I hope you had a nice day with someone close to you.

Super things

Hi all. Sorry this posting's a day late. Even though I really don't like football, I did watch the Super Bowl. It turned out better than I thought it would be.

Speaking of super things (How's that for a smooth segue?), my daughter's craft work is on the front page of the Craftster Blog. She posted her intricate paper cuttings several months ago and unbeknownst to her, they put it out front. It made her day. Am I proud of her, you bet. If your interested in seeing it, she goes by the name kinipayla. I don't know how long it will be there but you can probably put in her name and find it, if it's not there. This is also an interesting site if you like handcrafted items or are interested in learning a new craft.

Another super thing that happened is one of my critique partners, Kate Sheeran, had a short story accepted by Every Day Fiction, an on-line site that has new short stories posted every day for free. We're all happy for her. I hope you will go and read her story on February 24.

Well, I'm off to check out a blog party given by the Goddesses. Bye for now. ~ Donna

The Choice

I had written something for this blog but when I read it, it didn't appeal to me. And if it wasn't of interest to me, I doubted it would be to you.

I sat back and tried to think of something else and was rewarded with - zip. Great, third posting in and I'm already empty. So I sat some more. (Writers do a lot of sitting and a flattened, square ass is a result of such inaction; so much so that it has become a physical requirement of the trade. Just a warning to you newbies.)

A question started to buzz my mind. Say you lived in a world where you had the opportunity to change your life. It was the luck of the draw whether you would get a better or worse existence than you had now. Your present identity would be voided and your sex might even change. You might become rich or famous or end up in the darkest slum. The odds were always 50-50 and you only would get one try. No going back. No do overs. Who would take that chance? Would you? Hmm, I sense a story emerging. I'll "talk" to you later. ~ Donna

Please help

For the past couple of days, my family and I have been renovating the first house we lived in. It's a small house, a little larger than 600 sq. ft., which was made to feel even smaller with three dogs, one of which was a Great Dane, two cats, and a baby. But it is a good house, always has been.

I thought back to when we lived there. Times were not always smooth, in fact there had been a very rough financial spot where we were behind in the mortgage and the collectors were calling. But we made it. I guess we were lucky. I know we were determined. Right now there are a lot of people in Haiti who need help. So if you haven't already done so, please send money to the Red Cross. Also don't forget that this did not only affect people. There are thousands of animals who are hurt, lost, starving or dying. Please give to the Humane Society to help those poor animals who cannot take care of themselves. Thanks.