I truly enjoy watching people in my life as they pursue their passions. It is a treat to see them go for it. No holding back, just jumping in with both feet.
It was a joke, right? Someone near me jested, “You should right a blog.” Ha Ha Ha, we laughed and laughed. This was the response to yet another funny, if not slightly animated story I told.
This week I learned a great deal about self-publishing (aka Indie Publishing). I spent more time researching the overall process than I did any actual writing.
It’s Monday morning. Everyone is trying to get ready and get out of the house on time….
Today, my son broke the lamp as he was leaving the house. How? How is this even possible? See, this is why we can’t have nice things. Seriously. See, this is why I never had lamps until now. While the lamp sits near the door, it’s not like you have to walk around it to go THROUGH the door. I should mention my son does not walk in a straight line. He walks in some sort of haphazard Dennis the Menace craze rivaling any Six-Flags roller coaster with twists and loops and pirouettes comparable to the best ballet dancers. I can only imagine him opening the door, then remembering to watch for animals, relief washing over him that none got out, locking the door, doing a pirouette - his backpack hits the lamp, lamp falls over, lamp breaks. Why? Seriously? Why the pirouettes?
What is it about doors that are complicated for my children to understand?
I remember when the rich, attorneys, and doctors owned cell phones. Now, everyone has a cell phone, even kids as young as elementary school age, are attached to their devices.
city life, country life
Here the nostalgia is palpable. The old buildings meeting new housing developments. I imagine a city rich with history – not book history – but the kind of history passed down in old tales from your grandma’s grandma and your father’s grandpa.
The morning began like any other ordinary morning. Andy was up before dawn every day. It was dark and gloomy.