Autumn

Yea! It's finally Autumn. The weather is cooling down, even if it's a little rainy. I was standing on my porch last night and a wind came through, rattling the leaves off the trees in the woods behind my house. Seeing those yellow popular and crimson mable leaves fly across my yard just made my heart thump.

I love Fall.

This time of the year I can ride down the road and see peoples little autumn vignettes set up in their yards featuring the hay bales, corn stalks, scarecrows, mums and pumkins. I guess I like this season because it features all my favorite colors-reds, golds, oranges, and black. I just get giddy when I pass a corn field or a pumkin sale or a greenhouse covered in mums. And the sky is the color blue that can be seen only in Autumn.

And now that it is October it's time to think Halloween, my second favorite holiday. Yes, it's only one day, but the whole month is really deciated to the human love of being scared out of our wits. In a fun way. And it all accumalates on October 31st when our kids go out in search of sweets in all their cute costumes. Then they bring it home for us to go through and hunt out the chocolate....I mean bad candy.

And yes, I am already thinking ahead to Christmas. As well as the stores. I swear I've seen christmas decorations and supplies in some stores.

Damn.

Thoughts On Traffic, People, And Issues

I had gone to town late this afternoon and on my way home I realized something. Everyone growls about having to wait in traffic, but really doesn't bother me. I was sitting in my car, heavy metal blaring from my radio, sipping on a caramel fappicino from Starbucks, my windows down with the smells drifting in from all the various restraughts along the street. And I was happy. I loved this time of day. And I people watched. A favorite past-time of mine.
All around me I could see other drivers either on their phones, frowning at the traffic lights, talking with their passangers. Most looked harried, distracted, bored, unhappy. The stress levels around there must of been very high. I was thinking, like, chill, people. No need to get all hot and bothered. Just sit back and enjoy the ride, like me. Keep the blood pressure down. You'll get home eventally.
I try not to get stressed over anything. Stress causes medical problem. Don't need anymore of that.
People who don't really know me think that I don't care. Those that do know me know that's not the case. I just refuse to let issues rule my life. (and sometimes I really DON'T care.)
Back to the traffic. As bad as it is now, wait until the holiday shopping begins. I'm planning on shopping online, but I think I will go ride up and down the main streets just to watch the dramas. Woowhoo!

New Story?

It's was dinnertime and a storm was rolling in. Ugly, dark clouds were slowly getting closer, rising over the top of the mini mall, a looming beast threatening to break. The humidity was unbearable and I didn't really think the storm would cool it off any. Proberly make the heat and humidity worse. That's a southern summer afternoon for you.
I was sitting in my car, all the windows down, hoping for a breeze, in the parking lot of the mall. I could faintly smell the honeysuckles climbing the hill behind me over the smells of gas fumes, hot asphalt, chinese food and burgers from the restraughts on the strip. The noise from the main street was a loud rumble over powering my radio which was blasting out some screaming heavy metal lyrics. Pulling my shirt away from my neck I watched a young black woman leave Krogers, buggy full of plastic bags and little children, while two more older kids pulled at her shirt. She looked harried. Poor girl. She reached a battered Nissan and, with much pulling, chasing, and yelling, finally got the bags and kids in. I glanced at the entrance as she pulled out.
Where the hell was he anyway? I was getting tired of waiting. I began to fan myself with the manila envelope that arrived in the mail that morning. The envelope with no return address.
A large drop of water landed on my windshield. Then the storm hit with all its fury.

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A Dream

The dream was in black and white and shades of gray, in a room bare of furniture with wooden floors. There was one single window, partly open, that let in pale sunlight and a breeze, smelling of flowers and earth. There were people in the room with me. I felt that I knew them, but I didn't reconize them. A little bird was trapped in the room and we were trying to catch it. It flew around and around the room until we saw from it's bright blue color that it was a parakeet. Several of us questioned why a parakeet was loose to come through the window and get trapped in this room. Finally, I held up my cupped hands and the parakeet came to land in them. I brought my hands down to my breast to gently hold the little bird. It looked so bedraggled and scared, sitting there in my hands. My last thought before I woke up was that I needed to get help for it.
I don't know if there is meaning in dreams and this was trying to tell me something. I just know that it was a beautiful dream to remember when I woke up.
I always had a fondness for parakeets. They are so much fun to watch. They have so much personalityand cheerfulness with they chriping and playing. I would like to have some, but with my mother on oxygen I can't have them in the house. And I have, like, demon cats that would torment them.
Until next blog, see you all well.

On Being A Writer (and, oh, don't we all dream of being writers)

It started when I was a teen. I wanted to be a writer. I dreamed of it, the signings, the fans breathlessly awaiting my next book, the fame and fortune. Yet here I am, still wanting to be a writer. I have the characters, titles, and quite a bit of the writing done. But still no book. I find it hard to come up with a whole 80,000-100,000 words novels. I just can't come up with that much material. And forget short stories. When I start writing, I can get pass the word limit for a story and keep going. So what's a girl to do?

I was thinking about just finishing the books as novallas, and use createspace.com to publish them on my own, then sell them on my own website, myspace, blogspot, etc. I could advertise them as quickie reads. I like quickies myself, something to read at one sitting. If I publish one every four months that'll be three a year, or four a year if I publish every three months. I'd love to use the same characters in the books to support the background of the hero/heroine of the story.

If anyone reads this post and has any ideas, thoughts, or just general comments, please feel free to post them. I would love to hear from all of you.