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The minty boldess
That wakens my mouth
The stretchy sweet confection
That lets me have fun
How many miles have we run
How long the years together
How many dollars spent
On our one-sided friendship
Farewell, my old friend
The caring, sharing sliver
Of polar ice or bubble yum
The freshener of long days
My dentist tells me, "no more gum." It's a sad, sad day. I didn't realize how close we'd become over the years, and now (sniffle)...it seems so sudden.
As I mentioned to Olga on her blog, I don't make resolutions on New Year's Day. Tossing tradition aside, I make my resolutions on my birthday. I don't tell anyone about them until the year's over (unless someone else plays an integral part in making them come true, and it's hardly fair to include another's good will in your dream), and it's usually one big thing that I can work on for most of the year. It might be financial, or career related, or it might be to go back to school for something. It might be personal--or personal-ish--something outside my mainstream career.
It's worked out pretty well, and with my birthday coming right up, I've been contemplating my navel. Which is pretty cute. And my future as well. What do I want to accomplish in the next year? In the past, my goals have included finishing my history credential so I could teach, buying and house, and publishing.
If it were YOU, what would your Big Goal be?
First..the breaking news...The Knot is now available on Amazon! You can search for me along with my brother and that "other" famous Jerry Kindall who played baseball or something. We don't know him.
Second...my edits are complete for my holiday short story, coming soon to The Wild Rose Press! Nice to work with a new editor and get something tucked away.
Third...had my annual review at The Day Job today and got me a raise! Well, cost o' living, which means I can now buy gasoline without losing my shirt. I'm running out of shirts, you know?
Last...I just ordered a pizza for dinner. Papa John's is right around the corner, and yes. I gave in to temptation. I always get pep and mush. I *can* have other toppings, but this is the best combo. So tell me. What do you like on your pizza?
And considering I just filled up my car, I ought to put on a shirt before the delivery guy gets here...details, details!
"One day soon, we'll discuss my growing love of anything connected with Rob Zombie. Soon. I promise, as soon as I have some reasonable explanation."
I'm an '80's gal. Hair bands, etc. You'd expect that. Even Aerosmith can't be too big a surprise. After all, they're ageless, polished, bluesy. That doesn't at all explain my fascination with groups like Dio, Dokken, and for the past few years, Rob Zombie in any form, white or otherwise. I could say it's the driving bass lines, the heavy-handed guitars, or even the freakishness of biting off a bat's head. But that's just circus (even though I like it).
I have a fascination with good and evil. Possible explanations include a rigid religious upbringing and a minor in Bible. Beyond that, I have this urge when I write to make something stereotypically "bad" into something "good." And vice versa. Even in such a straightforward story as The Knot, my first workable idea for the hero was not that he be an anti-hero, but that he'd be an outcast for a very good reason--he'd killed somebody.
I've been studying the origins of good and evil as research for my paranormals. Angels, demons, God, the devil--all incarnations in any religion. I'm gearing up for a rewrite, and I want to do things I've never done before.
In my stories. *Of course*. Does that sound reasonable?