You might be my type
Tall and funny, smart and sweet
Too good to be true
Come closer, hold me
Like you did when we were young
So eager, so strong
Let this time suffice
If we never loved again
Leave me memories
Closer
My Writing Playlist
On a writing day I get the music started early and crank it up loud. I’ll bet my neighbors are glad our homes aren’t all that close together.
Here are my go-to songs for the romance I’m writing. I’m not sure there’s a theme here, but these songs speak to my characters.
“Lay, Lady, Lay,” by Bob Dylan
“Tomorrow,” by Chris Young (link below)
“Give Me One Reason,” by Tracy Chapman (link below)
“Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress,” by the Hollies
“Shameless,“ the Garth Brooks version; although, I really like Billy Joel’s, as well. He did write it after all.
“Cross My Heart,” by George Strait
“Girl Crush,” by Little Big Town
“I Don’t Want to Miss a Thing,” by Aerosmith
“I’ll Make Love to You,” by Boyz II Men (link below)
“As She’s Walking Away,” by Zac Brown Band
“Cowboy Take Me Away,” by The Chicks
Peace, people.
A Journey
In the first sentence our boat leaves the dock, into an ocean of words.
As captain and navigator I decide: East or west? North or south?
Who will dine with me at the captain’s table this night? Who will tumble over the rail?
Will there be secrets and intrigue, murder and mayhem? Or an affair to remember?
How turbulent will the seas grow? How contrary the winds?
I’ll brook no mutiny; my crew fears, no, respects me even as they mutter behind my back:
She has no idea how to bring this boat into port. We’re doomed to wander through eternity.
I fear they’re right, but still I hold the course and dance when the band starts to play.
Today Songs
Sit in the right here
A place that’s never been and
Will never again
Long for tomorrow
Recall fondly yesterday
Be still for today
The world unfolds yet
Time constraints define these lives
These beautiful lives
Feeling Hopeful
For the first time since November 2016, I feel like we might overcome Trump’s toxicity.
Vote Blue!
Rocking Country
I’m always behind the times when it comes to music. By the time I get turned on to a song it’s likely been on the charts for months and on its way into the archives.
In the case of Zac Brown Band’s “Heavy is the Head,” featuring the late rocker, the incredibly talented, Chris Cornell, I’m at least five years too late. I found the song while listening to country music on my Amazon Echo as research/mood enhancement for a romance novel I’ve been working on. “Heavy is the Head,” though, is definitely not a country tune, and it immediately got my attention, albeit half a decade after the fact.
Damn, Chris Cornell was something special. And Zac Brown Band has become one of my favorite country groups these last few weeks. What else am I missing?
Peace, people!
Want to See a Grown Woman Cry?
I’m roughly three paragraphs from completing my second novel. The groove is right, the words are flowing, and bam! My keyboard stops communicating with my laptop. I started pushing buttons. Nothing happened.
I’ve tried all of the easy suggestions:
Now I’m going to bring in the experts:
Thank goodness I’ve backed all but the last 500 or so words up on a thumb drive, but I’m still frantic to get my computer up and running again.
Peace, and HELP, People.
The Cigarette Girl
I’m very near the end of the little romance novel I’ve been working on, and my main characters finally consummated their relationship. Without giving away any details I’m just going to say that I needed a cigarette after writing that last scene, and I don’t even smoke.
Peace, people.
Living Vicariously
If I’d known before how much fun it was to live vicariously through one’s characters, I’d have gotten involved in writing books years ago.
My life hasn’t held all that many remarkable moments, but my characters’ lives are full of excitement and drama, adventure and romance. And when I’m in their world, I’m totally engaged.
As I nudge the characters in my little romance novel towards a satisfying ending, I’m already pondering where my next characters will take me. Best of all, there’s no virus in their world.
Peace, people.
Peace, people!
Sometimes Bad is Bad
My copy of Manhandled by E. L. Scobie arrived in the mail on Saturday afternoon. Studly brought the mail in, and I didn’t see the book until Sunday.
Immediately I set about reading this salacious looking novel that was published in 1963, a Midwood Book, by Tower Publications in New York City.
Having read my share of romance novels over the years I imagined this particular book would be tame in comparison to the bodice rippers I’d devoured in my twenties and thirties. I was both right and wrong.
This novel is hardly tame; however, the sex scenes aren’t titillating at all. With one really sweet exception, they’re just sad and tawdry. The front and back covers had more campy sexual appeal than the entire contents of the book combined.
I tried googling Scobie, with no luck, and I’m certain the author used a pen name. This seems to be his/her only published work, but it was, indeed, published which makes me think the author might have been trying a different genre. I’ll give the author this much—he/she wrote lyrically about the beauty of the area in which the book is set.
The book was disappointing. It didn’t make me want to lure Studly Doright to my boudoir for a night of passion, which had been on my mind. Instead, it inspired me to daydream about fishing in a cold mountain stream. And I dislike fishing. Go figure.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 