I didn't really fall off the face of the earth.
Where have I been? Even I can't answer that one very clearly. It seems that the last few months have passed in something of a fog. There has been the usual teaching, momma care, gearing up for Sugar's special day, some physical stuff, not much writing... The list could go on but there doesn't seem to be much point to continuing. All in all, it isn't a very satisfactory list.
A few weeks ago my son took a TV camera crew down the Ocoee. I think the segment has already aired but I wanted to share a link with y'all. Rachel Ray The video is half way down the page and as they add segments he will move farther into it. Right now his segment is the top one. It is vintage Kiddo.
I've started going to a holistic health practitioner for my shoulder and whatever else ails me. I've been for two treatments and my arm is improving. I go back Friday. It's amazing what sort of information gets stored in your subconscious and comes out to beat you up as an adult. I'm beginning to understand a little about Momma's improved health as her mind has disintegrated. If the part of her subconscious that held memories that triggered her food allergies (and other things) is no longer active it would make sense that the allergies would be gone.
Saturday I went to a bluegrass party. I didn't quite know if it was to hear a group or just a jam session so I took my violin. Turned out that a professional group was performing. After a couple glasses of wine I allowed myself to be talked into playing along. It was so much fun!
A few weeks back I went to a Cyn Mobley writing workshop. I learned so so so much (OK so I already knew it probably isn't kosher to repeat the same word three times). I've been having nothing but fits, though, with trying to access her webpage. Gahhh, she will probably read this and think "scratch that chick, she can't write." I sent her a collection of poems for the Chattanooga/Cleveland Christmas book she is putting out. I wasn't able to access the website to upload them directly so sent them by email. Keeping my fingers crossed that she actually got them and might choose one of them for the book. While at the workshop, I came up with an idea for a novel. Unfortunatly, that same evening a family member with connections to Hollywood told me that her symphony conductor just recorded the sound track for a movie that is uncomfortably close to my idea. How dare someone steal my idea before I could even think of it. *saucy grin* It's OK though. I have a head full of ideas. Who knows anything interesting about St. Francis of Assisi? I have an idea for a novel with him as one of the characters. Yeah, Marsha, I know, keep it simple. Problem is, I don't think simple stuff. On the bright side, no twins have stepped forward to be characters in this one. Also, I don't think any of the characters have serious personality disorders. A little bit of "what if" thinking has led me on an interesting chase though. This could even be a mystery. I don't know. Do I have it in me to write genera stuff?
OK, I'm betting this is a bit disjointed and if you're still with me your eyes are rolling around uncontrollably in your head. Welcome to my world. *cheeky grin* <<
A few weeks ago my son took a TV camera crew down the Ocoee. I think the segment has already aired but I wanted to share a link with y'all. Rachel Ray The video is half way down the page and as they add segments he will move farther into it. Right now his segment is the top one. It is vintage Kiddo.
I've started going to a holistic health practitioner for my shoulder and whatever else ails me. I've been for two treatments and my arm is improving. I go back Friday. It's amazing what sort of information gets stored in your subconscious and comes out to beat you up as an adult. I'm beginning to understand a little about Momma's improved health as her mind has disintegrated. If the part of her subconscious that held memories that triggered her food allergies (and other things) is no longer active it would make sense that the allergies would be gone.
Saturday I went to a bluegrass party. I didn't quite know if it was to hear a group or just a jam session so I took my violin. Turned out that a professional group was performing. After a couple glasses of wine I allowed myself to be talked into playing along. It was so much fun!
A few weeks back I went to a Cyn Mobley writing workshop. I learned so so so much (OK so I already knew it probably isn't kosher to repeat the same word three times). I've been having nothing but fits, though, with trying to access her webpage. Gahhh, she will probably read this and think "scratch that chick, she can't write." I sent her a collection of poems for the Chattanooga/Cleveland Christmas book she is putting out. I wasn't able to access the website to upload them directly so sent them by email. Keeping my fingers crossed that she actually got them and might choose one of them for the book. While at the workshop, I came up with an idea for a novel. Unfortunatly, that same evening a family member with connections to Hollywood told me that her symphony conductor just recorded the sound track for a movie that is uncomfortably close to my idea. How dare someone steal my idea before I could even think of it. *saucy grin* It's OK though. I have a head full of ideas. Who knows anything interesting about St. Francis of Assisi? I have an idea for a novel with him as one of the characters. Yeah, Marsha, I know, keep it simple. Problem is, I don't think simple stuff. On the bright side, no twins have stepped forward to be characters in this one. Also, I don't think any of the characters have serious personality disorders. A little bit of "what if" thinking has led me on an interesting chase though. This could even be a mystery. I don't know. Do I have it in me to write genera stuff?
OK, I'm betting this is a bit disjointed and if you're still with me your eyes are rolling around uncontrollably in your head. Welcome to my world. *cheeky grin* <<