David

Every writer has a muse.  Some writers I know have male ones, some have females, and some have muses that aren't even human.

 

I've known my muse my whole life, but I met him when I was 34 years old.  So, that’s how old he is to me, and always will be.  Yes, I met him in person.   I walked past a stranger and we did double and triple takes; a bizarre recognition of sorts, I’d like to believe.

My muse’s name is David. I don’t know how I know this, I just know.  He has short sandy blonde hair and piercing green eyes.  He’s my champion.  If I haven’t written anything for awhile, he doesn’t hound me like some other writer’s muses do.  He’s understanding. Whenever I sit to write, he’s there offering me coffee (with sugar and milk), and supportive words.  He has a good sense of humor, and can easily laugh at himself.  He gently reminds me not to take myself, or life, too seriously.

 

David’s hobby is cars.  He collects classic cars and rebuilds them.  How do I know this?  I have no idea, I just do.  His current project has been a 1967 red Corvair convertible.  He isn’t the type of guy that takes his regular driver to the shop either.  He knows what to do and does it without complaining, although he may goof up and laugh at himself. 

My job is to write.  His job is to encourage and inspire.   

Thank you for coming into my life, David, and for being my muse.   As you reveal more of your personality to me, you make your way into every hero that I write. 

 photo of Ewan McGregor, representative :-)

Dear Mr. Sun

Last Saturday was Summer Solstice, so I decided to a write a little letter to the sun.  As you can tell, the 105 degree heat in Las Vegas was getting to me.  But, I'm sure the Sun can forgive me. 

Dear Mr. Sun,

     I wrote your brother, the Moon, a letter not so long ago.  I like him better than I like you, by the way.  You aren’t as gentle as he is. 

     We’re always told not to look at you directly.  Why so shy, Mr. Sun?  What have you to hide?  Certainly, you don’t help us hide anything.  No, you point out our faults for all to see, garish and loud.  There’s no mistaking something when you point it out, nothing is lost in the shadows.  You bring full attention to every detail, as if it were your business.  You’re nosier than your brother.  You’re a tattletale!  We can look at the moon without fear.

     You see, the problem with you, Mr. Sun, is that you think that you are the one with all the power.  Sure, you give us warmth, you help the plants grow.  But, without your brother, the one that I like better, you would be useless.  Your brother casts a lighter, gentler glow on everything.  He doesn’t burn his friends, like you do.  His light reveals the same things that your does, but he makes them beautiful whereas you just make them …lit.  He pulls the oceans, he guides us.

     So, Mr. Sun, I’m sure I’ve gotten on your bad side…which is the same as your good side, isn’t it?  I’m not afraid of you, you’ve burned me before and you will again.  You’ve blinded me too.  You’re a pompous jerk. 

Sincerely,

A Moon Fangirl.

Where have I been?

     Hello world!  I'm alive!  I've been absent from my blog a few months wading through life.  My son started kindergarten in fall and he's had a challenging year, which in turn means I've had a challenging year as well.  He will always come first in my life and my writing can sit on the backburner. 

     I have found time to work on my new story though and it's been fun.  Here's a blurb...

The Zookeeper

(Full Length - contemporary single title)

Elizabeth Tanner was raised in a Zoo.  Literally.  But now that Zoo is in danger, not only from falling ticket sales, but also from a mysterious illness afflicting the animals. 

Frank Adams, the newest Animal Care attendant, spent time behind bars himself. 

But, in this Zoo, even the strongest bars can’t hold back the truth. 

And the truth will be set free.

Challenging Yourself

     Life often presents us with choices.  Well, to be honest, every day we are presented with a myriad of choices.  What to have for breakfast, what to wear, etc.  But, I’m talking about the major, life changing choices, or so they seem to be to us at the time.  In reality, they aren’t that dramatic.  Life goes on no matter what choices we make.  The clock keeps ticking, the rooster still crows (might be a different rooster though), and the tides still rise and fall with precision.
    
     So, why are these choices so difficult?  It’s our own fault that we make them difficult.  But, in the end, no one has to live with the choices that you make except for you.  So be gentle with yourself, contemplate, allow yourself to make mistakes, even HUGE mistakes.  In the grand scheme of things, it will all even out.  In the mean time, just breathe.