Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Current WIP
Name for now
New Orleans
Tonight 970 words.
Been working around life again last week but I'm going again.
Still feels good.
Jo
New Orleans
Tonight 970 words.
Been working around life again last week but I'm going again.
Still feels good.
Jo
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
My Hot Pink Day
Today is a almost RED LETTER day. We will call it a HOT PINK day.
I, today, am a 4 1/2 year cancer suvivor. I had a lumpectomy done on Valentines Day in 2002. I was so lucky the cancer was so small it was still inside the tumor sac and had not gotten into the tissue around it at all.
It was so small my doctor could not detect it nor could the surgen who removed it. Only the mammogram showed that this years film did not look like the year before. The tech called she would not give up. She was like a bull dog holding on to the leg of your jeans. She told me I needed to redo the test and why. Look I said there is no cancer in my family and this has happened before and it was nothing. She said they would schedule the test for the next day. I finally agreed since she would not take No for an answer.
The next day she did the test and was not satified so she did it again. Then she said let's change rooms and use another machine. I didn't argue, I just follow her. She took another set and said to have a seat she would be back when the doctors looked at the film. Now a stack not one.
When the door opened this time the doctor was the one to come in. We just can't tell from the film so I want to do a sonogram. The tect will come get you and bring you in when I get everything ready. She left and I sat there tapping my foot thinking what a waste of time.
The tech came in and we went to the sonogram room and they did the test. The screen was beside me so I could see it. All of a sudden as she slid the computer-like mouse over a spot and a small peanut shaped place began to glow. It was very easy to see and the three doctors and the tech all said there it is. Marge (the tech) you know your stuff, there was something you saw. Good job. The tech had taken my hand when they started and held it the entire time. This is one time I wish I had been wrong.
The doctor told me she would do a biopisy on it in the next day. She thought I had had enough for one day.
The next day I reported in and they did the biopsy, three pieces they cut off the tumor to test. Then they took a tool that looked like a gun and shot a metal loop in beside the tumor so the doctor could find it if it was cancer.
That evening I was the MC for a Federally Employed Women's meeting and introduced our featured speaker "Merline Lovelace". She knew what had been going on with me and knew about the biopsy. She was overwhelmed I could possibably be there dressed to the nines and up before about 30 or 40 women as MC introducing her. To be honest I was just barely upright but I was there doing my thing.
The next part of this is part of a book I'm working on (off and on):
The phone on my desk rang on the intercon that transfered calls to the correct person.
"Jo"
"Is this Jo Smith?"
"Yes it is."
"Is this the Jo Smith that had the biopsy yesterday at Integris Hospital?"
"Yes it is."
"Jo this is Dr Dear( not her real name), I was calling about the results of the test."
Her voice almost cracked and I heard her take a deep shaky breath. Then almost to herself she said "Jo you don't know how bad I hate to make these calls, I really really hate it. The biopsy tested positive, it is cancer." Her voice went very low as she said it and I thought she was going to cry.
"Can you hold just a moment someone just walked up to my desk."
I told the man I was on the phone with the doctor and my desk mate ushered him out.
"Jo, are you at work? Oh my God, I thought this was your home phone. I had no idea you would be at work. Oh my God, are you alright? Is someone with you? I am so sorry, I would never have told you this if I had any idea you were not at home."
"It's ok, I'm ok and you didn't do anything wrong. I needed to know this as soon as possible."
"But Jo it's cancer."
"I know and now we just need to get started on a plan to get rid of it.
What do we need to do first and when?"
"Jo, I can't believe I just told you you had cancer and your the upbeat one comforting me and looking for a plan with no Why, Why or look back."
Well you know what is going on now and to find out how I got from there to here, if it gets published, you will have to buy the book and read it.
Good Night
Jo
I, today, am a 4 1/2 year cancer suvivor. I had a lumpectomy done on Valentines Day in 2002. I was so lucky the cancer was so small it was still inside the tumor sac and had not gotten into the tissue around it at all.
It was so small my doctor could not detect it nor could the surgen who removed it. Only the mammogram showed that this years film did not look like the year before. The tech called she would not give up. She was like a bull dog holding on to the leg of your jeans. She told me I needed to redo the test and why. Look I said there is no cancer in my family and this has happened before and it was nothing. She said they would schedule the test for the next day. I finally agreed since she would not take No for an answer.
The next day she did the test and was not satified so she did it again. Then she said let's change rooms and use another machine. I didn't argue, I just follow her. She took another set and said to have a seat she would be back when the doctors looked at the film. Now a stack not one.
When the door opened this time the doctor was the one to come in. We just can't tell from the film so I want to do a sonogram. The tect will come get you and bring you in when I get everything ready. She left and I sat there tapping my foot thinking what a waste of time.
The tech came in and we went to the sonogram room and they did the test. The screen was beside me so I could see it. All of a sudden as she slid the computer-like mouse over a spot and a small peanut shaped place began to glow. It was very easy to see and the three doctors and the tech all said there it is. Marge (the tech) you know your stuff, there was something you saw. Good job. The tech had taken my hand when they started and held it the entire time. This is one time I wish I had been wrong.
The doctor told me she would do a biopisy on it in the next day. She thought I had had enough for one day.
The next day I reported in and they did the biopsy, three pieces they cut off the tumor to test. Then they took a tool that looked like a gun and shot a metal loop in beside the tumor so the doctor could find it if it was cancer.
That evening I was the MC for a Federally Employed Women's meeting and introduced our featured speaker "Merline Lovelace". She knew what had been going on with me and knew about the biopsy. She was overwhelmed I could possibably be there dressed to the nines and up before about 30 or 40 women as MC introducing her. To be honest I was just barely upright but I was there doing my thing.
The next part of this is part of a book I'm working on (off and on):
The phone on my desk rang on the intercon that transfered calls to the correct person.
"Jo"
"Is this Jo Smith?"
"Yes it is."
"Is this the Jo Smith that had the biopsy yesterday at Integris Hospital?"
"Yes it is."
"Jo this is Dr Dear( not her real name), I was calling about the results of the test."
Her voice almost cracked and I heard her take a deep shaky breath. Then almost to herself she said "Jo you don't know how bad I hate to make these calls, I really really hate it. The biopsy tested positive, it is cancer." Her voice went very low as she said it and I thought she was going to cry.
"Can you hold just a moment someone just walked up to my desk."
I told the man I was on the phone with the doctor and my desk mate ushered him out.
"Jo, are you at work? Oh my God, I thought this was your home phone. I had no idea you would be at work. Oh my God, are you alright? Is someone with you? I am so sorry, I would never have told you this if I had any idea you were not at home."
"It's ok, I'm ok and you didn't do anything wrong. I needed to know this as soon as possible."
"But Jo it's cancer."
"I know and now we just need to get started on a plan to get rid of it.
What do we need to do first and when?"
"Jo, I can't believe I just told you you had cancer and your the upbeat one comforting me and looking for a plan with no Why, Why or look back."
Well you know what is going on now and to find out how I got from there to here, if it gets published, you will have to buy the book and read it.
Good Night
Jo
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Tonight's Work on a WIP
Book with no name
Call it New Orleans for now
1299 words/8 pages
Feels good!
Jo
Call it New Orleans for now
1299 words/8 pages
Feels good!
Jo
Sunday, July 23, 2006
I Found My Muse at a Party - Thanks Outlaws
This has been an amazing weekend. I got to spend the day yesterday at home and alone for about 8 whole wonderful hours and did nothing but write. Yes I forgot to eat lunch and didn't even notice.
I got 26 chapters plotted out on a book I love and that is including things I have never written about before. The world is a big place and I'm just now venturing out into it with my writing.
WOW! How great is that?
I also got the book we brainstormed at the OKRWA Plotting Party started on screen instead of in my mind. I got the Heroine mapped out and named and started on the hero.
I wrote a piece on the "what come into your mind" pic on Rinda Elliott's blog The Write Snark. What fun it was to let my mind go to places it wanted with no boundaries. Then I went back to find how many words I misspelled and found a comment from the lady herself. She liked it, I think, and if not I do not want to know it. I'm still floating on the thought that someone I call "My Hero" like what I wrote.
I am going to print off 10 copies of a synopsis, first three chapters, query letter and a bio this afternoon and mail them off to publishers tomorrow. Thanks Betty, you might not have thought I got your comment or took it to heart but it seeded in the back of my mind and now is a full blown nagging thought that I am responding to today. So I'm a little slow, ok.
The Plotting Party was the match that set this fire burning. I was really tired when I got home and it did not burn bright for several days as I caught up on home and work stuff that was piled to the ceiling. When I began to see a light at the end of the tunnel of work I realized it was the desire gnaw in me to put BCHK and now I'm having a problem breaking away to do anything else. What a great feeling. And yes I do consider writing on my blog as creative writing.
My wish today is for all writers to catch this burning desire and without fail make the time to write . And if you need the motivation to get started, have a plotting party and see how the fire starts.
Everyone, are you not glad I found the way to use spellcheck on this program. YEE HAW!
I got 26 chapters plotted out on a book I love and that is including things I have never written about before. The world is a big place and I'm just now venturing out into it with my writing.
WOW! How great is that?
I also got the book we brainstormed at the OKRWA Plotting Party started on screen instead of in my mind. I got the Heroine mapped out and named and started on the hero.
I wrote a piece on the "what come into your mind" pic on Rinda Elliott's blog The Write Snark. What fun it was to let my mind go to places it wanted with no boundaries. Then I went back to find how many words I misspelled and found a comment from the lady herself. She liked it, I think, and if not I do not want to know it. I'm still floating on the thought that someone I call "My Hero" like what I wrote.
I am going to print off 10 copies of a synopsis, first three chapters, query letter and a bio this afternoon and mail them off to publishers tomorrow. Thanks Betty, you might not have thought I got your comment or took it to heart but it seeded in the back of my mind and now is a full blown nagging thought that I am responding to today. So I'm a little slow, ok.
The Plotting Party was the match that set this fire burning. I was really tired when I got home and it did not burn bright for several days as I caught up on home and work stuff that was piled to the ceiling. When I began to see a light at the end of the tunnel of work I realized it was the desire gnaw in me to put BCHK and now I'm having a problem breaking away to do anything else. What a great feeling. And yes I do consider writing on my blog as creative writing.
My wish today is for all writers to catch this burning desire and without fail make the time to write . And if you need the motivation to get started, have a plotting party and see how the fire starts.
Everyone, are you not glad I found the way to use spellcheck on this program. YEE HAW!
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Mom, Can We Go Play?
by Jo Smith
The heat is the main topic in most conversations here in the heart of Oklahoma. When I left work today at about 5pm the big electronic sign between the street and the runway tells me it is 109 degrees and the sun is still beaming strong with no sign of lowering in the sky.
I've lived here all my life (don't ask) and when I was a little girl (yes Virginia I was young and little once) we had many days like this and no refrigrated air conditioning. So it was not a horrible thing to go outside, it was cooler if you had a shade tree to play under. We sat on the grass and played with the lady bugs and watched the crickets trying to see them rub their legs together to make their strange noise.
I had a big shaded painted concret porch to play on that covered the entire front of the house. We played jacks for hours at a time and loved every minute of it. We could lay in the sun and no one seemed to complain of skin cancer. We didn't have to smear sun screen all over us, maybe we were protected by the layer of dirt we had aquired playing outside since early morning to dinner time. We wore shorts and sleeveless tops and either strap sandles or barefoot.
We went to the pyrimids in Egypt on calmels, we swung through the trees with Tarzan and Boy, we played cowboys and indians and the cowboys always won, we flew airplanes with our arms streached as far as we could get them, we drove cars using anything round for a stiring wheel, we were the teacher with our friends as the students, we were the Mother of the house with friends for daddy and children, their was no end to what we came up with because ??????? we did it in our minds and created all the things we needed to become anything we wanted in our imagination.
My wish today is tomorrow kids find this magic they possess and unleash it as we did when I was little.
Wish I had a Starbucks Iced Mocha but guess I'll settle for a glass of water.
Have a good tomorrow and stay cool, at least under the colar.
(Please excuse any misspelled words, maybe someday I'll learn to use this spellcheck)
The heat is the main topic in most conversations here in the heart of Oklahoma. When I left work today at about 5pm the big electronic sign between the street and the runway tells me it is 109 degrees and the sun is still beaming strong with no sign of lowering in the sky.
I've lived here all my life (don't ask) and when I was a little girl (yes Virginia I was young and little once) we had many days like this and no refrigrated air conditioning. So it was not a horrible thing to go outside, it was cooler if you had a shade tree to play under. We sat on the grass and played with the lady bugs and watched the crickets trying to see them rub their legs together to make their strange noise.
I had a big shaded painted concret porch to play on that covered the entire front of the house. We played jacks for hours at a time and loved every minute of it. We could lay in the sun and no one seemed to complain of skin cancer. We didn't have to smear sun screen all over us, maybe we were protected by the layer of dirt we had aquired playing outside since early morning to dinner time. We wore shorts and sleeveless tops and either strap sandles or barefoot.
We went to the pyrimids in Egypt on calmels, we swung through the trees with Tarzan and Boy, we played cowboys and indians and the cowboys always won, we flew airplanes with our arms streached as far as we could get them, we drove cars using anything round for a stiring wheel, we were the teacher with our friends as the students, we were the Mother of the house with friends for daddy and children, their was no end to what we came up with because ??????? we did it in our minds and created all the things we needed to become anything we wanted in our imagination.
My wish today is tomorrow kids find this magic they possess and unleash it as we did when I was little.
Wish I had a Starbucks Iced Mocha but guess I'll settle for a glass of water.
Have a good tomorrow and stay cool, at least under the colar.
(Please excuse any misspelled words, maybe someday I'll learn to use this spellcheck)
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Hello Out There
I often wonder if anyone (except my hero Betty) comes by here to visit. I stop by 2 or 3 times a day and look to see if there are any more comments on anything but seldom do I see the count increase.
Count, I would love to have a counter but I went in on several counters on other blogs and do fine until the final step and there is no instruction, button or bar to click on. Nothing says finish or join or save or anything so I am stopped in my tracks.
I still don't know how to make a list or build a link list. I read Rinda's easy way to do it and didn't get to first base.
Do they make a Blogging tricks for Idiots? Although I have Dummies, Idiots and How to manual I still don't have a web site up.
Maybe I should stick to the landline phone and just call people if I want to make contact with them.
I visit everyones blogs and love them but feel like a kid looking in the candy shop window.
I'm not bitching just letting everyone know how totally neglected I feel and can't spell worth a damn to boot. The dicitionary is in the bedroom and I'm not and I'm not in the mood to go get it. Besides you need the brain exercise of trying to figure out what word I'm after.
Ok are you feeling guilty yet, no?? Well I,m board being pitiful so enough of this.
Later
Jo
Count, I would love to have a counter but I went in on several counters on other blogs and do fine until the final step and there is no instruction, button or bar to click on. Nothing says finish or join or save or anything so I am stopped in my tracks.
I still don't know how to make a list or build a link list. I read Rinda's easy way to do it and didn't get to first base.
Do they make a Blogging tricks for Idiots? Although I have Dummies, Idiots and How to manual I still don't have a web site up.
Maybe I should stick to the landline phone and just call people if I want to make contact with them.
I visit everyones blogs and love them but feel like a kid looking in the candy shop window.
I'm not bitching just letting everyone know how totally neglected I feel and can't spell worth a damn to boot. The dicitionary is in the bedroom and I'm not and I'm not in the mood to go get it. Besides you need the brain exercise of trying to figure out what word I'm after.
Ok are you feeling guilty yet, no?? Well I,m board being pitiful so enough of this.
Later
Jo
Sunday, July 02, 2006
An Enjoyable Time Remembering
Hello All
Today is Sunday and I have taken my own advice and been good to myself and done nothing but rest. I did cook dinner but please don't tell anyone, they all think I can't and don't cook at all. That way no one expects me to "bring a dish".
I don't do this "nothing thing" too often, life gets in the way of doing it very often.
My husband and I don't share too many interest but the Dallas Cowboys Football Team is one we do share. We found a channel that has played all the games of the glory days ( which we longfore the return of) and we have watched it all evening.
We loved Tom Landry and I loved Jimmy Johnson. Not all fans shared the love for JJ but how can you bitch about his hair when he won Super Bowls and had the flare to design new football uniforms in the coolest colors I've seen on a team in years.
We watched the game reruns and reminised about the Sundays in days gone by when our living room was full of neighbors. All the chairs would be full and the floor too. The older teens often joined us for the games.
Not all were Dallas fans so all plays were cheered by someone. We drank coffee and iced tea and enjoyed it. We all drank beer and mixed drinks but we were in our thirties and were high on life so coffee and tea was all we even considered having for a game.
We are both glad football season will be starting soon. If the game is good how fun it is and if not what better background noise than the roar of the crowd to nap by.
We'll talk again soon
Jo
Today is Sunday and I have taken my own advice and been good to myself and done nothing but rest. I did cook dinner but please don't tell anyone, they all think I can't and don't cook at all. That way no one expects me to "bring a dish".
I don't do this "nothing thing" too often, life gets in the way of doing it very often.
My husband and I don't share too many interest but the Dallas Cowboys Football Team is one we do share. We found a channel that has played all the games of the glory days ( which we longfore the return of) and we have watched it all evening.
We loved Tom Landry and I loved Jimmy Johnson. Not all fans shared the love for JJ but how can you bitch about his hair when he won Super Bowls and had the flare to design new football uniforms in the coolest colors I've seen on a team in years.
We watched the game reruns and reminised about the Sundays in days gone by when our living room was full of neighbors. All the chairs would be full and the floor too. The older teens often joined us for the games.
Not all were Dallas fans so all plays were cheered by someone. We drank coffee and iced tea and enjoyed it. We all drank beer and mixed drinks but we were in our thirties and were high on life so coffee and tea was all we even considered having for a game.
We are both glad football season will be starting soon. If the game is good how fun it is and if not what better background noise than the roar of the crowd to nap by.
We'll talk again soon
Jo
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Help! Someone Shove Me Over the Edge
There are so many things I need and want to do buzzing around in my mind I'm not sure where to start.
I have a submittal ready to mail. But it has been there ready to put in an envelope for a couple of weeks and I just keep thinking about it and I don't touch it. I know all the things we say to writers who do this. I know the reasons to stick it in and drop it in the mail. Yet it is still here.
Am I hesitating because I'm leary of rejection? I don't think so. Do I really want to be a published author? In the worst way, I have longed to be published for so long, years. Do I like to write? I love it more than I can say.
What makes me stand in one spot instead of moving forward. It is something like writer's block. My mind is blank and I just can't see me packaging the submission and mailing it. I need to mail it to 10 or more publishers and I have a copy of Writers Digest so I have the addresses and I have the cards of 5 different publishers I met at National RWA conventions and asked me to send them the submission directly and one asked for the ms and I just sit and very positively say to myself, you are going to do this and be successful.
What kind of paralysis is this? I have a bundle of supporters although none offer to read any of my writing. They are mostly writers and I guess they don't like to read what I like. It is hard to read material that is not what you are drawn to. Seems like everyone is either crazy about paranormal, westerns, historicals or intrige. Mine is none of that. I like real life stories that make you smile, cry, laugh out loud, feel part of the story and become the heroine.
Am I just procrastinating, God knows I'm a pro at it. It is the one thing in my life I would like to change but there again I just don't get up and take that first step.
I am a strong willed woman and if I decide I am going to do something I usually do it, like going for a college degree at 40 and a masters at 65. So why when I want this so bad do I not just do it? Put it together and mail it.
I have found when I put something in writing I am more apt to do it. I'm off work from Sat thru Tue, maybe after putting this into words and writing it down I'll get up and do it while I'm off work.
As I think about what I've written , I think I sound a little (or lot) nuts.
See you next time
Jo
I have a submittal ready to mail. But it has been there ready to put in an envelope for a couple of weeks and I just keep thinking about it and I don't touch it. I know all the things we say to writers who do this. I know the reasons to stick it in and drop it in the mail. Yet it is still here.
Am I hesitating because I'm leary of rejection? I don't think so. Do I really want to be a published author? In the worst way, I have longed to be published for so long, years. Do I like to write? I love it more than I can say.
What makes me stand in one spot instead of moving forward. It is something like writer's block. My mind is blank and I just can't see me packaging the submission and mailing it. I need to mail it to 10 or more publishers and I have a copy of Writers Digest so I have the addresses and I have the cards of 5 different publishers I met at National RWA conventions and asked me to send them the submission directly and one asked for the ms and I just sit and very positively say to myself, you are going to do this and be successful.
What kind of paralysis is this? I have a bundle of supporters although none offer to read any of my writing. They are mostly writers and I guess they don't like to read what I like. It is hard to read material that is not what you are drawn to. Seems like everyone is either crazy about paranormal, westerns, historicals or intrige. Mine is none of that. I like real life stories that make you smile, cry, laugh out loud, feel part of the story and become the heroine.
Am I just procrastinating, God knows I'm a pro at it. It is the one thing in my life I would like to change but there again I just don't get up and take that first step.
I am a strong willed woman and if I decide I am going to do something I usually do it, like going for a college degree at 40 and a masters at 65. So why when I want this so bad do I not just do it? Put it together and mail it.
I have found when I put something in writing I am more apt to do it. I'm off work from Sat thru Tue, maybe after putting this into words and writing it down I'll get up and do it while I'm off work.
As I think about what I've written , I think I sound a little (or lot) nuts.
See you next time
Jo
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
In Old Cape Cod
The Beginning
A Love Story that should have been
And may still
by Jo Smith
I walked into the plush piano bar one Fri night.
My friend Nelda and I had been country dancing for several hours and came by here to cool down. She had been coming here for a while, during the week, to sing. She has a beautiful voice and the piano player enjoys playing for her.
Tonight was the first time I had come with her.
The cooled air felt good on my face and the music sounded good. As we approached the piano bar many in the crowd smiled and spoke to my friend. She had made several friends and admirers since she started singing most every evening.
I felt like I wouldn't like the place because it was much more formal than the club we went to dance, though they did have a tiny dance floor, no one seemed to dance. Dress was not the problem, I always dressed as sophisticated as you would find anyplace.
I don't go to bars to drink, I go to dance.
The crowd was friendly and the men free with their praise and complements. Most all of them offered to buy us anything we wanted to drink. They were amazed to find I drink coffee and Nelda, coke.
Two of the men got up and gave us their seats. The piano bar is really just that, a piano with a bar built over and around it. We took the seats they insisted we sit in and took off our coats. It was winter and 17 degrees outside but after coming straight from dancing we were glad to take off our fur coats. I enjoyed the people and the music ... and the attention.
The night went by and eventually all the men and a few women came by our seats and introduced themselves. One man was particularly interesting. He never moved too far from my side and as the different people came up he would introduce them to me as if I was with him.
"Do you dance?"
"I love to dance, are you asking me to dance or just do I dance?" I smiled and noticed he was sinking into my eyes.
"I would love it if you would dance with me," and he led me to the dance floor with his arm around my back as if I were his date.
When we reached the dance floor he slowly drew me into his strong arms and against his powerful shoulder. We danced a few steps and he looked at me.
"I have a slight limp, do you mind?"
"No," I said as I burried myself deeper into his shoulder. He smelled wonderful.
He held me firm and close as we slowly danced around the floor. Soon his breathing became deeper and faster. His arms tighten around me and his head slid into the crook of my neck. I could feel his breath.
"Um, you smell so good, exactly as a woman should. You move like fluid, no matter how I turn."
"Thank you."
He bent his lips close to me and whispered, "I'm going to kiss you. Do you object?"
Now who was drowing in whose presence? His smell, gaze, feel! Object, I thought I might faint if he didn't.
"No."
His lips touched mine softly as I folded into him. His breath was coming fast and I could feel it on my face. He leaned into the kiss with more urgency and bent me back slightly. He slowly began to move his lips in a rotation, tasting me as he did. He made an ever so soft moan, as I thought . . . . . no there was nothing left of me to think with. I was completely caught up in the man I was so close to.
When he ended the kiss, my knees went limp. He still had a firm hold on me, so I stood as he braced me with his arms and body.
He spent the rest of the evening at my side talking or holding me close on the dance floor.
As the lights went up and the music stopped at 2am, we were still talking like old friends. His eyes were still dark with emotion and gleaming as he looked deep into mine as if trying to get inside them.
"I don't want you to leave," he told me as he took hold of each arm and pulled me close.
"I know but all good things etc etc.," was my flip reply.
"Joke if you like but someday you will stay with me. Forever."
He looked again at me and smiled.
"Nice."
"I'll see you here tomorrow night."
And then he turned and left.
(More about this later)
A Love Story that should have been
And may still
by Jo Smith
I walked into the plush piano bar one Fri night.
My friend Nelda and I had been country dancing for several hours and came by here to cool down. She had been coming here for a while, during the week, to sing. She has a beautiful voice and the piano player enjoys playing for her.
Tonight was the first time I had come with her.
The cooled air felt good on my face and the music sounded good. As we approached the piano bar many in the crowd smiled and spoke to my friend. She had made several friends and admirers since she started singing most every evening.
I felt like I wouldn't like the place because it was much more formal than the club we went to dance, though they did have a tiny dance floor, no one seemed to dance. Dress was not the problem, I always dressed as sophisticated as you would find anyplace.
I don't go to bars to drink, I go to dance.
The crowd was friendly and the men free with their praise and complements. Most all of them offered to buy us anything we wanted to drink. They were amazed to find I drink coffee and Nelda, coke.
Two of the men got up and gave us their seats. The piano bar is really just that, a piano with a bar built over and around it. We took the seats they insisted we sit in and took off our coats. It was winter and 17 degrees outside but after coming straight from dancing we were glad to take off our fur coats. I enjoyed the people and the music ... and the attention.
The night went by and eventually all the men and a few women came by our seats and introduced themselves. One man was particularly interesting. He never moved too far from my side and as the different people came up he would introduce them to me as if I was with him.
"Do you dance?"
"I love to dance, are you asking me to dance or just do I dance?" I smiled and noticed he was sinking into my eyes.
"I would love it if you would dance with me," and he led me to the dance floor with his arm around my back as if I were his date.
When we reached the dance floor he slowly drew me into his strong arms and against his powerful shoulder. We danced a few steps and he looked at me.
"I have a slight limp, do you mind?"
"No," I said as I burried myself deeper into his shoulder. He smelled wonderful.
He held me firm and close as we slowly danced around the floor. Soon his breathing became deeper and faster. His arms tighten around me and his head slid into the crook of my neck. I could feel his breath.
"Um, you smell so good, exactly as a woman should. You move like fluid, no matter how I turn."
"Thank you."
He bent his lips close to me and whispered, "I'm going to kiss you. Do you object?"
Now who was drowing in whose presence? His smell, gaze, feel! Object, I thought I might faint if he didn't.
"No."
His lips touched mine softly as I folded into him. His breath was coming fast and I could feel it on my face. He leaned into the kiss with more urgency and bent me back slightly. He slowly began to move his lips in a rotation, tasting me as he did. He made an ever so soft moan, as I thought . . . . . no there was nothing left of me to think with. I was completely caught up in the man I was so close to.
When he ended the kiss, my knees went limp. He still had a firm hold on me, so I stood as he braced me with his arms and body.
He spent the rest of the evening at my side talking or holding me close on the dance floor.
As the lights went up and the music stopped at 2am, we were still talking like old friends. His eyes were still dark with emotion and gleaming as he looked deep into mine as if trying to get inside them.
"I don't want you to leave," he told me as he took hold of each arm and pulled me close.
"I know but all good things etc etc.," was my flip reply.
"Joke if you like but someday you will stay with me. Forever."
He looked again at me and smiled.
"Nice."
"I'll see you here tomorrow night."
And then he turned and left.
(More about this later)
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
"Cool Beans People"
Writer of Fiction
My List of
"Cool Beans People"
Deb Terrell -hand picked for me by God
Dona Lambert - daughter and a best friend
Vicki Smith - loves my son and makes me feel loved too
Merline Lovelace -mentor/coach/friend
Rinda Elliott - wild minds that met and bonded
Betty Sanders - my smoother of feathers and feelings
Terri Schaefer - my rudder that guides me through troubled waters
Debi Talley - a dear friend and mentor for 25 years
Rena Johnson (so sorry I forgot you ) - my soul mate and daughter "2"
Nelda Hull - met her at a bar one night, a friend brought her over and said "I think you will like
each other", that was 20 years ago. We still go to the same bar and dance til our socks melt, almost every weekend
Jan Moss - beautiful, intelligent, widow, mother of two lovable handicapped children who never lets the world know she ever says "Why" or that sometime the world gets her down.
Hala Rodgers - the most fun person I know to tease
Joe Ward - PI, Mercenary with fascinating stories to tell, Civil War history buff, Security Chief for big corporation ret, loves to talk world politics and owner of the worlds most wonderful dog
Joe McNutt - country dancer deluxe, heart transplant receiver, physically strong, mentally tough and loving man and father
donnell Epperson - yek, I just got spider bitten! Another best friend forgotten. She is known as the pink spider and yes she does bite. She is a writer who has floated to the top and is sooooooo close I can feel it.
and more added often.
My List of
"Cool Beans People"
Deb Terrell -hand picked for me by God
Dona Lambert - daughter and a best friend
Vicki Smith - loves my son and makes me feel loved too
Merline Lovelace -mentor/coach/friend
Rinda Elliott - wild minds that met and bonded
Betty Sanders - my smoother of feathers and feelings
Terri Schaefer - my rudder that guides me through troubled waters
Debi Talley - a dear friend and mentor for 25 years
Rena Johnson (so sorry I forgot you ) - my soul mate and daughter "2"
Nelda Hull - met her at a bar one night, a friend brought her over and said "I think you will like
each other", that was 20 years ago. We still go to the same bar and dance til our socks melt, almost every weekend
Jan Moss - beautiful, intelligent, widow, mother of two lovable handicapped children who never lets the world know she ever says "Why" or that sometime the world gets her down.
Hala Rodgers - the most fun person I know to tease
Joe Ward - PI, Mercenary with fascinating stories to tell, Civil War history buff, Security Chief for big corporation ret, loves to talk world politics and owner of the worlds most wonderful dog
Joe McNutt - country dancer deluxe, heart transplant receiver, physically strong, mentally tough and loving man and father
donnell Epperson - yek, I just got spider bitten! Another best friend forgotten. She is known as the pink spider and yes she does bite. She is a writer who has floated to the top and is sooooooo close I can feel it.
and more added often.
Friday, June 02, 2006
Christmas Eve
Short Short Story
By Jo Smith
Today it is Christmas Eve. It was cold out and cloudy.
The street is deserted except for a form hunched over at the curb, a tramp.
A tramp, cold and hungry and he want only one thing.
To get arrested.
In Jail I will have a bed and food.
It will be warm and the boys will be there to talk to.
I tried everything I can think of to get arrested.
I knocked that old woman down.
I took an apple at the fruit stand.
Even broke out that store window.
But the police either felt merciful
or refused to believe I was guilty.
Never has anyone tried so hard to be arrested
and fail so completely.
The tramp sat dejected, his head hung low
between his dirty, wrinkled hands as they dangled
between his bent knees.
His fingers were gnarled and stiff.
Blood was dried on them where the glass from the windows he broke
had cut little slits.
Raising his head, his weary yellowed eyes glanced down at his hands.
“My blood’s getting out," he said to no one.
It seemed like such an easy plan.
Just get arrested,
but nothing was working.
Before, eevery thing I had did worked.
I have been arrested 46 times since I was 10 years old.
A smile slid across his thin chapped lips.
Not many had a record like that.
"Naw Sir.”
He cocked his head a little with pride.
It's getting late now.
He had lived a long time. He didn't feel so good anymore.
His bones hurt.
His stomach growled loudly.
He stretched his legs in front of him, straight out from the curb.
His knees popped and cracked.
The concrete was hard and cold.
He got to his feet in time to catch sight of a very young boy,
running from something,
he could tell by the boys face.
He watched him come closer.
The boy was breathing hard.
Hard like when you’re scared and things are out of control.
Stepping across the sidewalk the tramp reached out
and grabbed the boy's shirt sleeve.
The boy swung around hard as he lost his forward motion.
The shirt tore with a ripping sound.
Now the tramp didn’t know it but
by this brief contact with the boy,
his problems were solved.
The boy shot him dead.
By Jo Smith
Today it is Christmas Eve. It was cold out and cloudy.
The street is deserted except for a form hunched over at the curb, a tramp.
A tramp, cold and hungry and he want only one thing.
To get arrested.
In Jail I will have a bed and food.
It will be warm and the boys will be there to talk to.
I tried everything I can think of to get arrested.
I knocked that old woman down.
I took an apple at the fruit stand.
Even broke out that store window.
But the police either felt merciful
or refused to believe I was guilty.
Never has anyone tried so hard to be arrested
and fail so completely.
The tramp sat dejected, his head hung low
between his dirty, wrinkled hands as they dangled
between his bent knees.
His fingers were gnarled and stiff.
Blood was dried on them where the glass from the windows he broke
had cut little slits.
Raising his head, his weary yellowed eyes glanced down at his hands.
“My blood’s getting out," he said to no one.
It seemed like such an easy plan.
Just get arrested,
but nothing was working.
Before, eevery thing I had did worked.
I have been arrested 46 times since I was 10 years old.
A smile slid across his thin chapped lips.
Not many had a record like that.
"Naw Sir.”
He cocked his head a little with pride.
It's getting late now.
He had lived a long time. He didn't feel so good anymore.
His bones hurt.
His stomach growled loudly.
He stretched his legs in front of him, straight out from the curb.
His knees popped and cracked.
The concrete was hard and cold.
He got to his feet in time to catch sight of a very young boy,
running from something,
he could tell by the boys face.
He watched him come closer.
The boy was breathing hard.
Hard like when you’re scared and things are out of control.
Stepping across the sidewalk the tramp reached out
and grabbed the boy's shirt sleeve.
The boy swung around hard as he lost his forward motion.
The shirt tore with a ripping sound.
Now the tramp didn’t know it but
by this brief contact with the boy,
his problems were solved.
The boy shot him dead.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Woo Hoo
Writer of Fiction Jo Smith
Woo Hoo
I just got my first comment and it was from my dear friend Betty. She's also a "cool beans" person. I love visiting with her she is so interesting and has no end to her reach for new knowledge.
I have spent almost 3 days this weekend digging out and pitching "stuff" I had saved over the years. I can't believe some of the things I saved. I threw out so many name tags you would think I needed them to remember "Jo Smith" was my name.
And napkins, I had napkins from almost every function I have attended in the last 10 years. I think maybe it relates to why I love to go to a nice club (bar) and people watch. I've spent so much time at luncheons, dinners, breakfasts, conventions, conferences, etc, that I'm at home at a place where they put a napkin under my drink.
I found notes I had written that made no sense at all, some that I understood but couldn't believe I would write, stuff I had printed off that I'm sure I though would change the world and it all went to the trash.
I found a broken (beyond repair) frame, ballcaps (I hate ball caps) that my kids scarfed up before I could get to the trash.
OMG, at the battery chargers of every size and shape that go to nothing I still have and wire (thin tiny to cable size) and electrical connections of every shape and size. I got a rowing "NO" from son, son -in-law and husband when I started to the trash. . . . . .So they are now in a plastic bag in the garage with the motors that went on mixers I had in 1960.
My office is so neat and organized I love it. When I've got stuff stacked and piled everywhere I spend all my writing time thinking about needing to put it up. I think I will "kill" if anyone even goes in that direction with something in their hand that isn't chocolate.
Tomorrow is my bedroom's turn. I've already got the furniture moved and now I'm going to clean out my closet and put winter clothes away in storage. Also go through my boots and give away what I don't like to wear.
Then for the fun time. I have a wall in my bedroom with pictures of all the women in the family at all ages on it. I'm going to rearrange them because I have some new pictures to add and 3 new women to add pictures of, my step great-grand daughters, age 3 and 9 months and a new step-grand-daughter-in-law as of this weekend.
If you wonder why I add "step" to them it is because I was a step-daughter with the most wonderful step-dad in the world and I like to remind people that when people that are willing to take on loving a step child and a child that is willing to love a step parent, it is something to celebrate.
Well, my friends new and old, I am going to go pour me a chilled glass of wine (in one of my new wine glasses which are gourgous) and think about you and how lucky I am to have you.
Jo
sometimes known as
"Fighter Chick"
PS: If the spelling is not correct blame it on the spell check on this edit, I can't figure out how to get it to work. I pointed and clicked but nothing happened.
Woo Hoo
I just got my first comment and it was from my dear friend Betty. She's also a "cool beans" person. I love visiting with her she is so interesting and has no end to her reach for new knowledge.
I have spent almost 3 days this weekend digging out and pitching "stuff" I had saved over the years. I can't believe some of the things I saved. I threw out so many name tags you would think I needed them to remember "Jo Smith" was my name.
And napkins, I had napkins from almost every function I have attended in the last 10 years. I think maybe it relates to why I love to go to a nice club (bar) and people watch. I've spent so much time at luncheons, dinners, breakfasts, conventions, conferences, etc, that I'm at home at a place where they put a napkin under my drink.
I found notes I had written that made no sense at all, some that I understood but couldn't believe I would write, stuff I had printed off that I'm sure I though would change the world and it all went to the trash.
I found a broken (beyond repair) frame, ballcaps (I hate ball caps) that my kids scarfed up before I could get to the trash.
OMG, at the battery chargers of every size and shape that go to nothing I still have and wire (thin tiny to cable size) and electrical connections of every shape and size. I got a rowing "NO" from son, son -in-law and husband when I started to the trash. . . . . .So they are now in a plastic bag in the garage with the motors that went on mixers I had in 1960.
My office is so neat and organized I love it. When I've got stuff stacked and piled everywhere I spend all my writing time thinking about needing to put it up. I think I will "kill" if anyone even goes in that direction with something in their hand that isn't chocolate.
Tomorrow is my bedroom's turn. I've already got the furniture moved and now I'm going to clean out my closet and put winter clothes away in storage. Also go through my boots and give away what I don't like to wear.
Then for the fun time. I have a wall in my bedroom with pictures of all the women in the family at all ages on it. I'm going to rearrange them because I have some new pictures to add and 3 new women to add pictures of, my step great-grand daughters, age 3 and 9 months and a new step-grand-daughter-in-law as of this weekend.
If you wonder why I add "step" to them it is because I was a step-daughter with the most wonderful step-dad in the world and I like to remind people that when people that are willing to take on loving a step child and a child that is willing to love a step parent, it is something to celebrate.
Well, my friends new and old, I am going to go pour me a chilled glass of wine (in one of my new wine glasses which are gourgous) and think about you and how lucky I am to have you.
Jo
sometimes known as
"Fighter Chick"
PS: If the spelling is not correct blame it on the spell check on this edit, I can't figure out how to get it to work. I pointed and clicked but nothing happened.
Monday, May 22, 2006
Friday Night in the Big Town
Writer of Fiction
Friday Night in the Big Town
I love to dance. Don't care what kind, if it's a couple's dance and he can lead, I can follow. If no-partner kind I can do that too. I love the way it feels as you glide across the floor turning this way and that as he leads to the sway of the music.
Anyway, if you are around me five minutes you will know I love to dance, Any way - Any place - Any time.
A writer-friend of mine offered the idea I might like to write occasionaly about my nights out to dance.
I do meet a lot of interesting people. As a matter of fact, I was sitting at "my table" in the club (bar) I go to. I use this time for what I call "stress management".
I love Country and Western music (of course I'm a life long Okie) so the place I go is a country dance place. It's nice and I know many of the people there and the club manager.
Do I like it? I can't wait to get there and I've been going for 25 years every Friday and Saturday night. My running(not running, running but hang out with) buddy I met there about 20 years ago and unless we are out of town we are there every weekend.
She and I, many years ago, started dressing alike. I'm sure there was a reason but I can't remember what it was now. So every Friday night the phone rings at exactly 7:30. It's my friend Nelda calling so we can work out what we are going to wear that night. Happens again Saturday night too.
Last Fri night I waded through the throng to get to the dance floor and a young girl stopped me.
"Ah, ah, like you and your friend are dressed alike. I mean ah, ah, well how come, you know.
"Sure I know." and I went to dance. Later when I was enjoying being pressed against the cowboy at the bar talking and a cowboy standing in the isle talking, she stopped me again.
"Ah, Hi, I, ah, was like trying (trying is a good word here) to ask you, how come you and your friend are dressed alike?"
"Oh, I said, It's easy, to confuse people. Bye", and off I went to dance. When I looked back, from the look on her face I think we succeeded.
I used to get there about 5:30 in the evening so I could get "my table" and before I could get my stuff set down, there was a man at my elbow wanting to dance and that went on solid until close at 2am. Often I was on the dance floor 45 minutes at a time, if I got lucky it was closer to 2 hours.
Unfortunitly it is no longer that way. I am married but my husband doesn't go with me. The club is part of a big hotel close to the airport and I depend on the regulars and hotel crowd for partners. The problem is, now the big dance craze has passed with the loss of oil money, land money and gain of DUIs people don't come out like they used to. So when I find a partner to dance with I really have a good time.
At this time I dance with a man with a heart transplant, and from that many more problems but he is as strong as any cowboy I've ever danced with. I am never scared he will drop me.
He is a widower and is not looking for a wife. He spent 4 or 5 years nursing his wife at home as she died with cancer. He has two daughters but he goes circles around them. He is also a grandfather but the young girls still come on to him.
He was from a rough part of town when he was young and loved to fight. (Men?) I know he would not hesitate if the occasion arose to jump in the middle of a fight today. Crazy, yes, but for a man to have gone through the things life has thrown at him and he still has that Macho mind set, and that is what is most attractive about him. Of course he is good looking to boot in a rugged kind of way. Oh women do love outlaws like babies love stray dogs.
I had just come off the dance floor the other night and was squeezing through the crowd to get to "my table" and he grabbed my elbow stopping me. He had a cute little blonde hanging around his neck.
"Ah, (after a while you begin to talk like they do) I want you to meet my wife. Here honey, meet this young lady."
She was in no mood to turn him loose but I squeezed (I love that) between them and took hold of her and told her "Hey, he's mine and I got the ring to prove it." With that I held up my right hand with a diamond ring on my index finger.
"Well damn, she said, I was just gettin' aquainted. Are you happy or thinkin' about splitting?"
"Real happy, but if anything happens I'll let you know."
"OK" and off she went in another search for her true love.
The entire table had a hootten, howllerin laugh. It really feels good to laugh at life with friends.
Would you believe I lost 30 lbs with my old dancing program back then Sun 6 to 11:30, Wed 6 to 11:30 (had to get up to go to work Mon and Thur at 5am so quit at 11:30), 5:30 to 2am Fri and Sat. I was strong and had no problem holding up most anyone that asked me to dance.
Oh for the good old days, now I get there at 10pm because it is the in thing to have a late night, and dance until 12:30am or so cause I don't get to dance like I used to and now I get tired. Then my sidekick and I go to a nice piano bar so she can sing and I can cool off and drink some coffee before I make the treck home (about 20 minute drive on the interstate).
Last Fri and Sat there was a horse show in town and the cowboys stay at this hotel and after the competition is over they come in to dance.
My, my there were so many good looking Wranglers in there it was a pleasure just to sit and look . . .I mean listen to the music.
As I sat and culled the too drunk ones out I felt like I was at a buffet. WOW! (head shaking in amazement at the sight)! The only time I turn any one down is if they are so drunk I can't hold them up, otherwise they are free game.
Now my Dad taught me how to dance when I was about 10 years old, but I had been wiggling since I could move. But the advantage I have is I can follow anyone. I don't know how I know what they are going to do next when they don't, but I do. So I don't care how they dance or what they do I just follow.
The next advantage is I'm married so I don't care how old or young, how good or how bad they dance, how much money they have (I drink water when I'm out so I buy my own drinks) or don't have, how good a job they have or don't caus' I'm not looking for future (unless its dance, here) or to take them home.
When you go to the same place all the time the world begins to think they are your close friend and want to share all the secrets of their life with you. And since you dress pretty, smile, and are friendly your life must be perfect so you can solve all their problems between dances.
But that story is for next time I have time to talk.
Friday Night in the Big Town
I love to dance. Don't care what kind, if it's a couple's dance and he can lead, I can follow. If no-partner kind I can do that too. I love the way it feels as you glide across the floor turning this way and that as he leads to the sway of the music.
Anyway, if you are around me five minutes you will know I love to dance, Any way - Any place - Any time.
A writer-friend of mine offered the idea I might like to write occasionaly about my nights out to dance.
I do meet a lot of interesting people. As a matter of fact, I was sitting at "my table" in the club (bar) I go to. I use this time for what I call "stress management".
I love Country and Western music (of course I'm a life long Okie) so the place I go is a country dance place. It's nice and I know many of the people there and the club manager.
Do I like it? I can't wait to get there and I've been going for 25 years every Friday and Saturday night. My running(not running, running but hang out with) buddy I met there about 20 years ago and unless we are out of town we are there every weekend.
She and I, many years ago, started dressing alike. I'm sure there was a reason but I can't remember what it was now. So every Friday night the phone rings at exactly 7:30. It's my friend Nelda calling so we can work out what we are going to wear that night. Happens again Saturday night too.
Last Fri night I waded through the throng to get to the dance floor and a young girl stopped me.
"Ah, ah, like you and your friend are dressed alike. I mean ah, ah, well how come, you know.
"Sure I know." and I went to dance. Later when I was enjoying being pressed against the cowboy at the bar talking and a cowboy standing in the isle talking, she stopped me again.
"Ah, Hi, I, ah, was like trying (trying is a good word here) to ask you, how come you and your friend are dressed alike?"
"Oh, I said, It's easy, to confuse people. Bye", and off I went to dance. When I looked back, from the look on her face I think we succeeded.
I used to get there about 5:30 in the evening so I could get "my table" and before I could get my stuff set down, there was a man at my elbow wanting to dance and that went on solid until close at 2am. Often I was on the dance floor 45 minutes at a time, if I got lucky it was closer to 2 hours.
Unfortunitly it is no longer that way. I am married but my husband doesn't go with me. The club is part of a big hotel close to the airport and I depend on the regulars and hotel crowd for partners. The problem is, now the big dance craze has passed with the loss of oil money, land money and gain of DUIs people don't come out like they used to. So when I find a partner to dance with I really have a good time.
At this time I dance with a man with a heart transplant, and from that many more problems but he is as strong as any cowboy I've ever danced with. I am never scared he will drop me.
He is a widower and is not looking for a wife. He spent 4 or 5 years nursing his wife at home as she died with cancer. He has two daughters but he goes circles around them. He is also a grandfather but the young girls still come on to him.
He was from a rough part of town when he was young and loved to fight. (Men?) I know he would not hesitate if the occasion arose to jump in the middle of a fight today. Crazy, yes, but for a man to have gone through the things life has thrown at him and he still has that Macho mind set, and that is what is most attractive about him. Of course he is good looking to boot in a rugged kind of way. Oh women do love outlaws like babies love stray dogs.
I had just come off the dance floor the other night and was squeezing through the crowd to get to "my table" and he grabbed my elbow stopping me. He had a cute little blonde hanging around his neck.
"Ah, (after a while you begin to talk like they do) I want you to meet my wife. Here honey, meet this young lady."
She was in no mood to turn him loose but I squeezed (I love that) between them and took hold of her and told her "Hey, he's mine and I got the ring to prove it." With that I held up my right hand with a diamond ring on my index finger.
"Well damn, she said, I was just gettin' aquainted. Are you happy or thinkin' about splitting?"
"Real happy, but if anything happens I'll let you know."
"OK" and off she went in another search for her true love.
The entire table had a hootten, howllerin laugh. It really feels good to laugh at life with friends.
Would you believe I lost 30 lbs with my old dancing program back then Sun 6 to 11:30, Wed 6 to 11:30 (had to get up to go to work Mon and Thur at 5am so quit at 11:30), 5:30 to 2am Fri and Sat. I was strong and had no problem holding up most anyone that asked me to dance.
Oh for the good old days, now I get there at 10pm because it is the in thing to have a late night, and dance until 12:30am or so cause I don't get to dance like I used to and now I get tired. Then my sidekick and I go to a nice piano bar so she can sing and I can cool off and drink some coffee before I make the treck home (about 20 minute drive on the interstate).
Last Fri and Sat there was a horse show in town and the cowboys stay at this hotel and after the competition is over they come in to dance.
My, my there were so many good looking Wranglers in there it was a pleasure just to sit and look . . .I mean listen to the music.
As I sat and culled the too drunk ones out I felt like I was at a buffet. WOW! (head shaking in amazement at the sight)! The only time I turn any one down is if they are so drunk I can't hold them up, otherwise they are free game.
Now my Dad taught me how to dance when I was about 10 years old, but I had been wiggling since I could move. But the advantage I have is I can follow anyone. I don't know how I know what they are going to do next when they don't, but I do. So I don't care how they dance or what they do I just follow.
The next advantage is I'm married so I don't care how old or young, how good or how bad they dance, how much money they have (I drink water when I'm out so I buy my own drinks) or don't have, how good a job they have or don't caus' I'm not looking for future (unless its dance, here) or to take them home.
When you go to the same place all the time the world begins to think they are your close friend and want to share all the secrets of their life with you. And since you dress pretty, smile, and are friendly your life must be perfect so you can solve all their problems between dances.
But that story is for next time I have time to talk.
Sunday, May 21, 2006
I hope this is Hello.
I am not sure I know what I am doing but I tried to follow the bouncing ball and ended up here. Next step is to try to find the blog. If I'm successful I will feel like I just conqured the realm.
Wish all the writers were here, I spent half of Fri and 5 hours Sat working on the patio and yard. I looks very inviting with a cool breese gently doing outside airconditioning.
Rinda might bring us some of her homemade wine for refreshments.
I'm coming along pretty good on the rewrite game. Borring!!!!!
My mind keeps jumping to the one I'm researching.
Well it's back to work in the morning so all you full time writers think of me tomorrow when you are getting to write (I hope) and I'm chasing engines.
Have a great writing week
Jo
"Fighter Chick"
