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Past, Present, Future

Have you thought about what life would be like if you knew each of the next steps. Say you just had a glimpse into the next three months. Not the entire year. What if each of the events to come was set in stone. Since you can’t change the future, would you want to know or would you prefer the ignorance is bliss route? It would certainly be handy if we knew and we could change the future. I could make a movie reference, but I won’t. I was thinking about a short story that would be kind of interesting about fates set in stone. Bad news Friday: “Morning kids, guess what? Lay offs are here. Let’s do rock-paper-scissors and see who’s the big losers are.” I came within a hairsbreadth of being one of those unlucky people. All right, it didn’t really play out that way. I’m joking, but the hairsbreadth part, that’s true. Options at this juncture? I’m nervously chewing my fingernails or I would if that was one of my bad habits. Needless to say, that didn’t leave much room for relaxing during t…

A Woman's Prerogative

So I’ve made up my mind. Again. Sort of. After long internal battles and lots of procrastination and that stupid fortune cookie that said something about maintaining goals and keeping courses…yadda yadda, I decided to take it’s advice. Who knows it might be right, right? I’m going to…send the first three chapters to Mills and Boon. Without rewriting the beginning. I am, however going to rewrite the end, but that’s inconsequential at the moment. By February 1st, 2010 I will, hand to God, send it. Results be damned, it’s going. If the moon plummets to the earth as a result, well, I’m sorry in advance. If angry birds and King Kong try to assimilate and kill all other life forms, well, sorry again. I told my husband and he said, good, it’s about time you stopped whining about it. Gee, thanks honey. And I have a 1,000 what-if’s running through my mind. Know what? I did when I submitted “For Everything A Time” to the Missouri Literary Festival, too. Got second, didn’t it? Reckon a man coul…

I'd Rather Be...

So, first blog of the new year. And it’s late. Lovely. I usually do it on Monday or Tuesday. Sometimes I get so excited about blogging I do on Sunday. Wow, Thursday already, eh? I couldn’t think of anything to write about. You don’t really want to me whine about how much I hate snow and trudging around my driveway each day because it’s too slick for my sorry little car to make up up and down the hill. I’m miserable. Sometimes my mind wanders off for a while and I’m a thousand (or better) miles from my home knee-deep in blue water feeling the sand being sucked from under my bare feet. I tried to convince my husband to run away with me to Mexico this morning. Tomorrow’s high in Cancun is somewhere around 80 degrees Fahrenheit. I told him I would herd goats or even kill chickens if we could leave today. A co-worker suggested I might be better off working at a resort, but you can see how desperate I am. By the way, in George Town, Grand Cayman the high all week is the 70-80′s with a slig…