
Day Dreams (TBT)

Author


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Don’t blink
Just like that you’re six years old and you take a nap and you
Wake up and you’re twenty-five and your high school sweetheart becomes your wife
Don’t blink
You just might miss your babies growing like mine did
Turning into moms and dads next thing you know your “better half”
Of fifty years is there in bed
And you’re praying God takes you instead
Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster than you think
So don’t blink
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Full lyrics can be seen at: YouTube
Songwriters: Chris Allen Wallin / Casey Michael Beathard
Singer: Kenney Chesney

“That checkbook is depressing.”

“I’ll just tidy up a bit.”

“Bring on the masseuse.”
A Look Back at 2018
I wasn’t very productive as far as writing [or marketing] goes but I made a few memories and I ain’t mad about that. 😀
Some of the books got a new cover, you can see them here if you’re so inclined, or you can look at a few of my pictures from 2018.






























Man that flew by. Oh well…
Hasta la vista 2018, I’ll be back & here’s wishing all of YOU a HaPpY 2019!!


How about that frame? Isn’t it cute?
Of course it is. Maybe a little lame… a lame frame ( 😀 I crack me up) but cute nonetheless. Facebook turned me on to the idea.
So what am I mad about now?
I’m mad in a good way about the sheer funness (yeah, funness is a word – look it up) in creating frames but I’m kind of pissed annoyed that Facebook would not let me use the actual book cover for Smoke Free because of the cigar. Yeah, it sends a bad message and encourages smoking. WTF?!
And I love this book cover…
The hubby designed it and that cigar was his special touch.
Anyone that has read Smoke Free knows smoking is the least of Erwin Smutter’s problems. LOL. But hey, I ain’t judgin’ and I do not want to be the cause of someone picking up a stogie.
I would rather you pick up a copy of Smoke Free instead. For 99¢ or less it might cure you. 😉
And Heeyy, don’t I look mad as a hatter and bat-shit cRaZy in this frame? Well I am supposed to, it tis the season. HaPpY HaLloWeEn Y’all!


As if your shoulder brushing
against my breast in a crowded room
meant anything to me…
As if your smile would thaw my frosty heart…
As if your constant assurance could overcome my cynicism…
As if the invisible boulevard would never rise up and beckon.
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The street lamp glows in the bleached mist only three floors below us.
I blow streams of smoke into the black night and hum to the drone of the unseen road.
Be steel my bleating heart!
Be quiet! Be silent, hard steel.
As if wearing your tee shirt made us lovers.

Some famous person once said, “Write drunk. Edit sober.”
Who am I to argue with such wisdom when I have so much writing to do.