The Art of Pretentious Living

Her anger sears

Soft skin of our hearts
If skin we had to protect it
Keep the peace

Disturb her world? …
...Tell truth.
She'll swallow the ashes
Of charred hearts

Denial is real
Depression is joy
Love is conditional
Light is dark and dearth

Resentment lives here
With loneliness…nothingness
Companion, friend?
Only when we pretend.

But all life is worthy to Him
Worthless to me…just this one
Not worthless though
Something is…saved?

Waiting, Writing, and Short Stories

This waiting game is hard. Writing is hard. Having your short stories published is a small income but it is quite rewarding. So while I wait for an agent to get interested in my novel, I sit behind my computer and pound out more than 500 words a day, and edit, edit, edit. Did I mention rewriting is a bear? But I must, and so I do.

In the meantime it's nothing big but Pitwit Magazine has accepted a short story I wrote based on the death of my friend/aquantance, Sherry. It's just another Piece Of My Life, under their Drama section. The title is Of Love and Death or Skeletons. Take a look if you like and leave your comments.

Keeping Up With WA Cousins

Melissa has a new baby! Wow!! I was not informed of this. I should visit more often. Here's the link to the Golioth Family site.

Back to the Desert

Haven't we been here before? Mom and Dad planting trees in the desert. Give me a few days and I guess I'll have to dig in myself. Might I find pictures of early Australia, I will show you how similar it all seems.

Giana Reese Dado Update

So here is the update on our Dado bundle of joy. I spelled her name incorrectly. Go figure. Thanks to Aunty Cindy we now know her name is Giana Reese Dado. She was born on May 26, 2006 at 3:01pm and weighed 8 lbs 4oz. Giana is 19.5 inches long. Aunty Cindy says "You are beautiful." And so do we. Welcome to the world.

**Giana means, God is Gracious.
**Elfin name: Finduilas Ciryatan (Sorry, just had to do it)

Graduation Day (8th Grade)

It's been a challenging year! Nonetheless, Layne graduated today. The ceremonies were in San Diego, which is a 2 hour drive. A very beautiful drive and relaxing drive, I might add. Now on to high school.

Hunting Season! Dramatic Me.

It is the cold, I say, the cold that keeps me from a journey back to the land of my childhood. Though the weather here in Nowhere Land, California (where Hi-Speed Internet eludes us) is weird enough, I can't quite remember the last time our Lake actually froze over, cracked into large chunks and then blown onto the main highway.

Today is muggy, however, with a few clouds hanging over our forgotten community of Balicia Ranch, and I sit in my loft pondering about agents (Literary and AFTRA/SAG) and how the hunt has begun.

A day in the life of a writer? Oh bother. Mom and Dad still say, "When are you getting a real job?"

Cry. Sigh. And more of the same. I shall write my daily 500 word quota. A smile appears after the second or third sigh. I am alone in this mansion. A little scary at times, but mostly peaceful. The dogs made their escape in the early hours of the morning. They dug a tunnel to the neighbor's property. O, why me? Half an hour later I managed to entice them back to this side of the fence with, of all things, a couple of good ole' American hot dogs.

They are wrong, you know. Man's best friend is her computer. Or something to that effect. Why, on my computer, I have hunted for that all elusive literary agent since most publishing firms won't take unsolicited, unagented, manuscripts anymore. So an agent we must have. Hit the enter key and off goes my query to New York. Another to the other side of New York and O, look a reply from the editor of Pitwit Magazine.

No, I can't look at it. I just can't. Let's wait seven days and see what they said. It's only a $25 deal if they publish my short story. Nonetheless, I also have a little contract with The Upper Room. Glorious, indeed. Keep this up and I'll have a steady paycheck coming in. I must write, writer and write.

All is well. Yes, all is well with my soul.

Word of the Day

HONORIFICABILITUDINITY

Can anyone even say that? Or use in a sentence?

"I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word;
for thou art not so long by the head as
honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier

swallowed than a flap-dragon." W. Shakespeare.