In my never ending quest for sexy musical inspiration for my romantic novel I discovered the absolutely delightful song, Girl Crush by the group, Little Big Town.
Even if you’re not a fan of country music, I think you’ll get a kick out of this song. Not only is it sexy, it’s also adorable and a little heart-breaking. I want to scream at the singer, “just be yourself!”
Peace, people!
My cousin, Effron White, is an accomplished singer/songwriter in Nashville. He’s also a big Bob Dylan fan, and recently posed the question on Facebook, “What’s your favorite Bob Dylan song?”
I’m not that knowledgeable about Dylan’s body of work, but me being me, I had to weigh in. My choice? Lay, Lady, Lay.
Why? Because it’s one of the sexiest songs ever, and as I attempt to write a light romance novel, I’m in need of some sexy inspiration. The song paints quite a picture. Just close your eyes and listen.
Oh, and check out Effron White at Effronmusic.com.
Peace, people
Our cat’s main purpose in life seems to be finding her toys and depositing them on our bed. Usually, they can be found all lined up as if waiting at the post office for stamps. I do believe they’re practicing a scaled down version of social distancing.
Peace, people.
Today is the 44th anniversary of the day Studly Doright and I said our vows in front of friends and family members at a small Baptist church in Dumas, Texas.
I’ve had his gift for several weeks and will give it to him tonight. This morning, though, I was curious as to what the prescribed gift for the 44th anniversary might be. Maybe, I thought, I’d pick up something that fit the bill in addition to what I’d already bought.
Imagine my surprise when I realized I’ve been celebrating our 44th anniversary nearly every day since we said “I do!”
I should start saving up for next year right now, though. Probably can’t get a sapphire at the Publix store on N. Monroe, either.
Peace, people!
Several years ago while on a motorcycling adventure I, along with some of my dearest friends, went on a shopping expedition in Charleston, West Virginia. At one point we found ourselves in a wig shop, and we all took turns trying on different styles and colors.
While I hadn’t forgotten about the day—it was so much fun—I had forgotten there was photographic proof of our wig adventure. Thank goodness one of my friends saved photos of the day for posterity. I have to admit that at first I didn’t recognize myself as a blonde. What do you think? Should I invest in a blonde wig?
Peace, people!
Who knew that writing a romance novel could be so titillating? I mean, really? Taking a break to cool down, y’all.
Peace, people.
Charcuterie Board or simply Charcuterie?
I posed this question on a Facebook page that deals in words and usage, grammar and the evolution of the English language. It’s one of my favorite Facebook pages; although, I’m often reluctant to pose a question because some of the respondents are language snobs.
One would hope that those who follow the page would be helpful and courteous, and most are, but there’s always one negative Nellie or Neddie who feels the need to disparage others for their questions or misunderstandings.
My question today was well-received, and I had some great answers. Most said that they used the menu as their ordering cue. I’m attempting to work the term into dialogue in a book, so I didn’t have a menu on hand; although, now that I think of it I could always google a local wine bar’s menu to see how it’s listed. Duh!
One person, though, told me to always include the word “board”; otherwise, they’re likely to just put the meats and cheeses on the table or even in one’s hands. I felt certain she was joking, but then a couple of others said the same thing. Really? surely this isn’t a thing. And if it is, ewwww.
Peace, people!
I’ve been listening to so much country music while working on my second novel that I’m about to lose my mind. It’s all I can think about.
The story is a modern western romance set in the panhandle of Texas, and if it were a movie, I’d know exactly what the soundtrack would sound like.
For sure, “Shameless” by Garth Brooks would be included. I cannot get enough of this song, it’s sexy, and sexy, and yes, sexy.
Enjoy!
Peace, people!
Writing with eyes shut
Invited into your realm
I see what you see
Seashell to my ear
Phantom waves break around us
I hear what you hear
Wings pinned in display
Suffocating under glass
I feel what you feel
Yesterday I wrote about going to the store when the only thing I needed to buy was pepper. I could’ve put off the visit to the store until I needed more than pepper, but I wanted the human interaction. That’s warped, I know.
Wanna know what’s even more warped? Instead of going to a supermarket or a Dollar Store, I went into Walmart. For one item. What kind of idiot goes to Walmart for one item? Of course, I ended up buying cat food and bananas and deodorant and something else I can’t recall.
But I digress. The important thing is that as I was walking from my car into the store I made up a pepper song. It’s probably the best song I’ve ever heard, and it goes like this:
“The Pepper Song”
I’m just here for the pepper
My favorite spice
I eat it on everything
‘Cause it makes everything nice.
Don’t be hating my pepper
Or warning me off
It makes me sneeze sometimes
But never makes me cough
Brilliant, right?
Peace, people!
