Thursday, September 27, 2012

FOREVER YOUNG, re-writing, oh no

Unfortunately I  had a great blog to enter, but I accidently deleted it..   and since my sense of humor evaporated, I will just share this little epic of my day.

My day started out as a day of procrastination, meaning I didn't really do anything constructive... but then as the day progressed, I decided to reach into my pile of short stories... bad mistake...

And when I began reading some of them, I knew why, I didn't want to face this dilemma....

So starting tomorrow, I will definitely be doing a lot of editing and  re-writing or just throwing away., some of my stories and start all over again.......

And once I' m finished, not all mine you, but maybe one or two, I'll put it aside for a few days, weeks or maybe a month, them re-read, re-edit if I have to, then let it go, just like I did with my children, who are now all grown up.. and on their own..

So I will say goodbye, until later.. for this day will always be or not be


Thursday, September 20, 2012

FOREVER YOUNG/my birthday

It really stinks when your birthday is during the week.. this means you have to wait until the weekend to celebrate your special day, only that won't be the day that is special.

This happens to many, I'm sure..

And let me just say this.. Birthdays should always be the one day out of 365 days, that you get to have for yourself..

Well that's  not exactly true, because if you're a twin like I am, then you're always celebrating the same day.. even though you might  not celebrate it together...

And when you're a twin, who calls first...or should you alternate each year, or just not call at all.....

some day I will share with you some stories about being a twin, and being the mother of identical twin boys who are all grown up now..

but until then, because I'm really tired, and it's only 7:30pm, so I must be getting old.. that year really makes a



Monday, September 17, 2012

FOREVER YOUNG/after all it is Monday

Well Monday came and it's almost disappearing... I really don't like Mondays, because if anything could happen it happens then or on a Friday, take your pick.. But today was not a bad day.. So that's pretty good for me.

I finished a poem, and working on another to send out... this is a beginning.. because the next project will be my script and will send that out in the next week or two... better then sitting in a drawer somewhere.

And after that, we shall see.. and when I'm ninety-nine, maybe I'll get to walk down the red

Well look at grandma moses...... she became a painter at the age of ?  do you remember...

so this is a short blog, because I really don't have much to say today, after all it is Monday.


Wednesday, September 12, 2012

FOREVER YOUNG/words and art, are ageless

Good morning my fellow blog followers, and for first timers, please check out my other entries on my blog. Let me know what you think. or if you want to write something, go ahead, enjoy. Would love to read what you have to say.

Well my projects have begun.  I've started to work on a poem, yes it's been a while, but I wanted to go back to my roots, from the day I discovered that I wanted to write. And writing poetry was my first introduction to this world, and it took me on a journey. First to college where I  took classes, and was able to learn the craft of creative writing, and had a great professor, who believed what you write comes from your  heart, and feelings, therefore can not be graded, because after all how can you grade someone's feelings.

And from there, I had to audition for a performing poetry group, where they took their original poetry and performed at schools, fairs, churches, etc. And I was accepted, and became a performing poet.  From there I went on to write some newspaper articles for our local paper, the first one was about twins, which I knew something of, since I was blessed with identical twin boys.

Frankly  I never planned on being well-known, and it wasn't on the top of my list to make money from what I did, it was because I have a love and passion to do something, without feeling pressured about the latter.

Even now, I feel the same way.. and yes I'm human, and would like to get recognition for my work, and of course reap the monetary reward, but that should never be the priority.. because true artists, from centuries ago, were not rich.. they struggled for survival everyday, and yet they became famous not while they were alive, but when they died... I've often wonder why is this so... but this just proves they wrote for the love of writing.. and for those artists who painted as well.

Love for something you do, doesn't always have to be about what you receive,  but what you give to others.

So for me, I will continue my journey of writing, because it's timeless, and ageless... I believe it's the one area of art, that the number of years you are,  has nothing to do with what you feel inside.. and all ages  from the very young, to the very old have something wonderful and beautiful to say with words, or in a picture...and for that we should all be grateful.......

Therefore, for me what you do with words/art, will always be FOREVER YOUNG

Friday, September 7, 2012

FOREVER YOUNG.. meeting with my writing groups

Met with my writing groups this week, and hoping this will be a promising year, and  that my members will publish some of their stories, or enjoy the journey of just writing, for the love of the written word.

We are not a literary writing group, but cater to the mainstream, which entails many genres....for ex.
fantasy, sci-fi, poetry, non-fiction and screenwriting..  maybe a memoir or two..

So with that, I just wanted to let you know.. and if you ever get a chance, please visit our website,  and enjoy.... while your there, you can also check my bio..

thank you.

And please stay FOREVER YOUNG

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

FOREVER YOUNG- a funny story from the internet

The other day I read on the internet, that this Asian woman was on a trip, I believe to Iceland.  She decided to leave the bus and change her clothes, just to freshen up a bit... but never told anyone she was leaving the group  So when the bus was ready to leave, they realized she was missing, and  the bus driver called the authorities to help search for her... 

Therefore, the search begins....

Now while everyone was given a description of this woman,  the woman in question comes out of the ladies room, and joins in the search, but after awhile, she realizes the person they were searching for, was her. No one knew she had changed clothes, and she never realized, that they were describing her other clothes,,,,,, did I laugh.... how funny is this..  

So now this woman had to tell the authorities,  it was her they were looking for. she was the missing person...  how embarrassing was that...... 

Just thought this was a funny story to share, hope you enjoyed it.


Monday, September 3, 2012

FOREVER YOUNG/the summer ends

Well it's Labor Day and it ends with rain, pouring rain.  I hope it clears out soon, because we've had enough water to last us until the end of winter.  I wonder if this is an indication, that we will have a lot  of snow this year. Oh I hope not.... I've seen and been in enough snow, to last lifetime.

Oh well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

So for those who have the blues because summer is ending, cheer up, the winter will fly by, and before you know it, the beach days will be here once again..

I will be starting my writers group this week, and it  will be my last one with the teen group.

 Like my other teens before, who have now finished their first year of college,  oh my.. The teen group I have now will be seniors this year.   I just can't believe that.  And after six years, it's time to let go....

But my adult group, which  looks pretty promising this year,  will continue on.  And I'm hoping to do a lot of author related seminars this year, as well as having guest author's come and do a workshop with them.

Pretty big plans, so I hope it all works out. But if it doesn't, I'm sure something will happen..

Well I guess that's it for now... stay tune,  because you'll never know what I'll write about next.