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7 days ago
When you first hear a person’s name you tend to draw certain conclusions about that person based on their name. My best friend has a strange name… But then again, my best friend is sort of strange too. His name is Tree-With-Heart and he is a 60 foot tall Maple Tree. He got his name because towards the top of his branches, he has two branches that diverge from each other making the shape of a heart. During the Fall and Winter, when there are no leaves, the Heart isn’t actually complete but you can still tell Tree-With-Heart has a heart. We chat quite a bit as I sit on my balcony. He’s right across the street from my building where I rent the 3 rd story corner apartment. Now, of course, you think I’m strange since I chat constantly with a Maple Tree. But if you knew Tree-With-Heart like I do you would understand… We live in a very odd little neighborhood. Other than the apartment building where I live, the rest of the homes are the quaint little homes built ...
45 days ago
Is there anyone still out there? I've been gone so long from blogging that I wonder if anyone still even knows me... I miss Blogging....
319 days ago
Well, my novel idea of writing a novel on my blog was squashed when a friend of mine reminded me that there is no way to protect it copyright-wise. Since it’s going to be a best seller and all I decided against sharing it until the movie deal is firmly contracted and I close on my new mansion with a zip code of 90210. I am supposed to be working right now but I am entirely distracted. Late last night, I discovered something stuck between my back tooth and my gums. I strongly suspect it is a popcorn hull and I’m blaming Orville and his stupid buttery goodness and the fact that his popcorn is only 2 minutes away in my microwave. Whatever it is that is stuck, it is stuck good. I have flossed and brushed and picked and flossed and wiggled and flossed. Nothing. My tongue reflexively just goes to the offending foreign object and worries it and it won’t budge! And I can’t even concentrate! Here’s part of the problem. When I went to Boot Camp as a wet-behind-the-ears 18 year ...
328 days ago
Don’t read this until You have read Chapter One . “Miss Fortune” Chapter Two: “Background” Hollywood has it all mixed up. They always dramatize how cool and sexy the quarterback is. He is always the one who takes the Head Cheerleader to Prom. He is always the one who makes it big. But we had six different quarterbacks in our four years of high school. None of them knew the plays. They were all idiots and, if it wasn’t for Steve and me, we would have went o-fer all four years. Don’t get me wrong! I’m not bragging about how good we were. Look it up in the papers! It’s verifiable! Steve and I were connected at the hip! We were inseparable. And, on the field, we moved with a gracefulness that bordered on supernatural. When I meant to hit the hole to the left, he was already there with his helmet in the gut of the linebacker that wanted to rip my legs off. When I went up the middle, it was almost always over his back, after he had taken out the ...
328 days ago
I have always wanted to write a novel. And I think I have a novel way to do it (pun intended). I am going to write a chapter and post it here and then have all of you tell me where to go with the next chapter. Game? The title is “Miss Fortune” Chapter One I don’t know why I’m here. I shouldn’t be here. If there was a magic watch or a special clock where you could wind the hands backwards and reverse time, I would be rewinding as fast as I could. But here I stood. When she called me three hours ago, I sure as hell didn’t expect the two of us to end up in a seedy little pay-by-the-hour-motel-room together. Nor did I expect her to be dressed in the outfit straight off of page twelve of last month’s Victoria’s Secret catalog. She lay on the bed in a pretty sexy pose. She looked very sexy too. Except for the hole in her head. Right between her eyes… Funny enough, she still had a smile on her face. It was obvious that she wasn’t ...
