Charles remembered being terrified of witches as a child, afraid of being stolen from his bed in the night, which made it particularly challenging to understand how he was now married to one.
Written for the Trifextra Week 26 Challenge - a 33 word opening line to your book.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Sunday, July 22, 2012
The Leap
It wasn't intended to be an ultimatum. I just told him I was moving to Seattle. He learned to drive and left everything he'd known for 40 years. We made the leap together.
This post is in response to this weekend's Trifextra Challenge:
Forty-three years ago today, Neil Armstrong became the first person to ever walk on the moon. In celebration of Moon Day we want you to write 33 words about someone who took a giant leap. It can mean whatever you'd like, just make sure you write exactly 33 words.
This post is in response to this weekend's Trifextra Challenge:
Forty-three years ago today, Neil Armstrong became the first person to ever walk on the moon. In celebration of Moon Day we want you to write 33 words about someone who took a giant leap. It can mean whatever you'd like, just make sure you write exactly 33 words.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Life would be perfect if....
When I was in grade school, I weighed 130 pounds. I thought if I could just weigh under 100 pounds, life would be perfect.
When I was in high school, I weighed 180 pounds. I thought if I could just get back under 150 pounds by graduation, life would be perfect.
When I got engaged, I weighed 220 pounds. I thought if I could just get back under 200 pounds before the wedding, life would be perfect.
When I turned 40, I weighed 240 pounds. I thought if I could just get back under 225 pounds in a year, life would be perfect.
When I woke up this morning, I did not step on the scale. I knew it would be over 250. And life is not perfect. But I would never trade it for anything else. I have a husband who loves me, and I am thankful every day that he has loved me for 23 years, no matter what the scale said. I have my health, and while there have been injuries and minor illnesses over the past few years, I have seen so many others struggle desperately with debilitating sickness and disability, and I am thankful every day to be as healthy as I am. I have a wonderful relationship with my mom, and while I miss my dad, I see others with only one parent, or with parents who are indifferent or abusive, and I am thankful every day to have had two parents who were always supportive and loving. I have a beautiful house that I love, and while we have struggled with repairs for the past few years, I see so many without a place to live, and I am thankful every day to have a home that is safe, secure and comfortable. I have a job that pays well, and while I would rather be working for myself, I see so many others with no jobs at all and I am thankful every day to be able to pay my bills.
Do I want to lose weight? Yes. But I will not allow my image of myself to be defined by numbers anymore. I will not dwell on the life I think I could have and miss the beautiful life I have right now.
I will move.
I will dance.
I will love.
Life is perfect. RIGHT NOW.
When I was in high school, I weighed 180 pounds. I thought if I could just get back under 150 pounds by graduation, life would be perfect.
When I got engaged, I weighed 220 pounds. I thought if I could just get back under 200 pounds before the wedding, life would be perfect.
When I turned 40, I weighed 240 pounds. I thought if I could just get back under 225 pounds in a year, life would be perfect.
When I woke up this morning, I did not step on the scale. I knew it would be over 250. And life is not perfect. But I would never trade it for anything else. I have a husband who loves me, and I am thankful every day that he has loved me for 23 years, no matter what the scale said. I have my health, and while there have been injuries and minor illnesses over the past few years, I have seen so many others struggle desperately with debilitating sickness and disability, and I am thankful every day to be as healthy as I am. I have a wonderful relationship with my mom, and while I miss my dad, I see others with only one parent, or with parents who are indifferent or abusive, and I am thankful every day to have had two parents who were always supportive and loving. I have a beautiful house that I love, and while we have struggled with repairs for the past few years, I see so many without a place to live, and I am thankful every day to have a home that is safe, secure and comfortable. I have a job that pays well, and while I would rather be working for myself, I see so many others with no jobs at all and I am thankful every day to be able to pay my bills.
Do I want to lose weight? Yes. But I will not allow my image of myself to be defined by numbers anymore. I will not dwell on the life I think I could have and miss the beautiful life I have right now.
I will move.
I will dance.
I will love.
Life is perfect. RIGHT NOW.
Friday, July 13, 2012
My Voice
Have you heard my voice? You may recognize it more easily than you think.
My voice is the shrill klaxon of alarm sirens signalling that you are an 8 hour workday away from drowning in mundane mediocrity.
It's the expectant hush that falls over the concert hall as the soprano inhales just before hitting a note of such astonishing height and clarity that listener perceptions are forever shifted.
It's the giggles of a corkscrew curled princess as she creates crayon dragons to guard her kingdom while clad in a floor length acetate gown and sparkly flip flops.
It's a profanity laden stream of consciousness spouted by an aspiring comedian as he stands before his very first audience on a beer soaked, dimly lit 'Open Mic' night.
It's the soft scraping of pastels on paper as the artist frantically sketches in scarlets and golds to capture his perfect sunset.
It's the propane hiss of a blowtorch waiting for the sculptors spark to bring it to task, reshaping realities in a fusion of hot metal and plexiglass.
It's the electronic plugged in pop of an electric guitar as a teenager prepares to strum his first notes of a garage-bound maelstrom of music.
It's the steady click-click-click of the keyboard as the writer rushes to get concepts committed to the hard drive before the imagery fades.
My voice is a red hot poker to the psyche saying "Get off your ass! Go MAKE something! WRITE something! SING something! SAY something!"
My voice can be a real pain in the ass sometimes.
My voice is the shrill klaxon of alarm sirens signalling that you are an 8 hour workday away from drowning in mundane mediocrity.
It's the expectant hush that falls over the concert hall as the soprano inhales just before hitting a note of such astonishing height and clarity that listener perceptions are forever shifted.
It's the giggles of a corkscrew curled princess as she creates crayon dragons to guard her kingdom while clad in a floor length acetate gown and sparkly flip flops.
It's a profanity laden stream of consciousness spouted by an aspiring comedian as he stands before his very first audience on a beer soaked, dimly lit 'Open Mic' night.
It's the soft scraping of pastels on paper as the artist frantically sketches in scarlets and golds to capture his perfect sunset.
It's the propane hiss of a blowtorch waiting for the sculptors spark to bring it to task, reshaping realities in a fusion of hot metal and plexiglass.
It's the electronic plugged in pop of an electric guitar as a teenager prepares to strum his first notes of a garage-bound maelstrom of music.
It's the steady click-click-click of the keyboard as the writer rushes to get concepts committed to the hard drive before the imagery fades.
My voice is a red hot poker to the psyche saying "Get off your ass! Go MAKE something! WRITE something! SING something! SAY something!"
My voice can be a real pain in the ass sometimes.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Welcome to The Lush Project!
Drinking and writing. This is the place.
Here is where I shall cultivate my alter ego, who relaxes on her lanai each day, gazing out over the water with a glass of Merlot in one hand and MacBook at her side. Writing, writing, always writing. Keep that glamorous image
No subject is taboo. No language is forbidden. I shall strive to avoid unnecessary expletives, but sometimes you've just got to say 'what the fuck?' and no other word will do.
There may be ranting. There may be raving. There may be personal stories of love and laughter and my life in general. There may be lies. I make no guarantees as to what topics may or may not appear, but I will do my utmost to make it entertaining at the very least, if not insightful and uplifting.
Pull up a chair. Pour yourself a drink. Participate, or simply peruse. Let the lush life begin......
Here is where I shall cultivate my alter ego, who relaxes on her lanai each day, gazing out over the water with a glass of Merlot in one hand and MacBook at her side. Writing, writing, always writing. Keep that glamorous image
No subject is taboo. No language is forbidden. I shall strive to avoid unnecessary expletives, but sometimes you've just got to say 'what the fuck?' and no other word will do.
There may be ranting. There may be raving. There may be personal stories of love and laughter and my life in general. There may be lies. I make no guarantees as to what topics may or may not appear, but I will do my utmost to make it entertaining at the very least, if not insightful and uplifting.
Pull up a chair. Pour yourself a drink. Participate, or simply peruse. Let the lush life begin......
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