All little humor [especially for you NaNoWrimo-ers]
You all have probably heard the phrase, “Write drunk, edit sober.” Well now is the time to be drunk my friends. Write with abandon.
There will be plenty of time for editing when you sober up.
Inspiration
Don’t Forget to Set the Table (Writing Prompt)
What are your characters eating? Drinking?
Set the table and invite us into your story with tempting descriptions.
Is the food/drink new to the character or is it the usual?
What is the usual?
Is it wine? Is it red wine or white wine? Do they prefer Merlot or champagne?
Maybe one of them prefers liquor? Water? Soda?
Is it smooth, bitter, dry or sweet?
Add your own beef, chicken or lamb – heck serve it to a vegetarian. How did they respond?
Light a candle [or not] and cook up something imaginative from the elements in the photo.
Groovy huh? Write on!
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Wedding thoughts: All I know about love
I recently came across a poem [yes poem] by Neil Gaiman. Not only was I pleasantly surprised, I was deeply touched.
The piece struck a chord with me because (sniff. snort. sigh.) our baby boy is getting married this year. Yes, the one I reminisced about a few years ago… pondering,
Where did the years go… Why won’t he let me rock him to sleep any more…or comb his hair… or at least find him a wife so he doesn’t have to live alone…
As a mother there are so many things I want to tell him… to prepare him… and then I realize I cannot. In Wedding thoughts: All I know about love Neil says it so well I just had to share it with y’all.
May your smiles forever sparkle in the prisms of your stone.
Wedding thoughts: All I know about love
This is everything I have to tell you about love: nothing.
This is everything I’ve learned about marriage: nothing.
Only that the world out there is complicated,
and there are beasts in the night, and delight and pain,
and the only thing that makes it okay, sometimes,
is to reach out a hand in the darkness and find another hand to squeeze,
and not to be alone.
It’s not the kisses, or never just the kisses: it’s what they mean.
Somebody’s got your back.
Somebody knows your worst self and somehow doesn’t want to rescue you
or send for the army to rescue them.
It’s not two broken halves becoming one.
It’s the light from a distant lighthouse bringing you both safely home
because home is wherever you are both together.
So this is everything I have to tell you about love and marriage: nothing,
like a book without pages or a forest without trees.
Because there are things you cannot know before you experience them.
Because no study can prepare you for the joys or the trials.
Because nobody else’s love, nobody else’s marriage, is like yours,
and it’s a road you can only learn by walking it,
a dance you cannot be taught,
a song that did not exist before you began, together, to sing.
And because in the darkness you will reach out a hand,
not knowing for certain if someone else is even there.
And your hands will meet,
and then neither of you will ever need to be alone again.
And that’s all I know about love.
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Celebrating More than His Music
As you all know Tom Petty died Monday.
I was going through my playlist and realized his music was more than just music for me. (Hang on while I get a tissue)
Snort. Honk. Sigh.
I sat up late last night burning through my hard-drive and YouTube videos– singing along and remembering…
So many memories were made with Tom Petty doing his thing in the background.
The song that strums my heart strings even this morning and makes me have to blow my nose [again] is Built to Last. It is not in the top ranks of his repertoire but… sniff, sniff..
I can’t tell you how many times the husband and I have drank to it, danced [our own dance] by the water and watched the sun go down to the beat of that tune.
Each time the song subtly reminded me that I … that we are in this for the long run… that we are built to last.
So here’s to you honey: 
You don’t have to say anything — I know you’re there.
Here’s to us: 
and to sunsets and Tom Petty – all things I love more than I knew.
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Mad Monday. (I’m rooting for you, go Monday go!)
We Six Remained (from Getting Me Back)
If I should die before I wake…
Run little hamster,
I pray the Lord my soul to take
run as fast as you can.
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Sister, did you see the man,
the one with the bloody stone?
Brother did you feel the pain,
when the bullet hit the bone?
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Cousin did you smell the smoke,
did you lie so still and quiet?
Uncle did you hear him choke
as the flames rolled over Zion?
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Father could you hear their screams,
do they haunt you late at night?
Mother did you see their dreams
before the dreadful plight?
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A precious linctus to make me feel
Another to help me sleep
And if God can hear a dead man’s prayers,
I pray my soul to keep.
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Now I lay me down to rest
among the torn and drained
where millions died beneath the crest
yet, we six remained.
The Real Janna Hill in 