More Brain Ramblings

I love my computer. She is such a good girl. I could hang out with her all day and be happy. I love the way the keys sound when I tap on them. I love the way they feel when I tap on them. But I hate that I get on the computer and my brian wants to go in one direction - MS Word to write and there is just not enough time. I know which book I want to work on and the characters, especially the lead character, are waving their arms in an attempt to get my attention. "Hello guys! I see you. I hear you. I'm coming!"

And by the way, loquacious does mean "talk too much!" It was funny to read your email to the question, Pamela. It looked like you were implying that I talk too much! Haha! We know how ridiculous that observation is!

Feeling a little bummed because my sales have slowed to a near halt. How do I get the word out? I know there is a period of time until the word gets out on its own but my brain is telling me that the book is not good enough for people to pass on to others. Whah, whah! Crybaby. Yea, I know. I am being pathetic. Has Johnny finished reading it? Is he still enjoying it? Several people have asked me recently how to find the book because they are interested in reading it, but nothing yet. Come on, come on...Impatient am I.

Well, the ironing board is calling me just the same as my characters. At least I don't mind ironing and I get results fairly quickly and it serves a near immediate need. Hmmm...is it worth my time to bother writing my books? Yes, yes, and yes. I know. But still there is a logical path in day-to-day affairs and writing books is still technically a "hobby" and a sanity saver - not an action that serves immediate needs. My sanity is not at stake, currently. I have plenty enough to do as we all do, so partaking in a hobby is not feasible. Hmmm...am I trying to talk myself out of it? My ego needs a jolly good stroke (my writing ego that is). I was pumped for a while that writing is my true path (or part of it) but feeling dismayed by the lack of continued sales. Get over it, LeMay. I am stuck between focusing on pushing THREE CROSSES and working on the next novel. I should do both, but really? My brain is racing with all the things I want to do and need to spend time working on. Get me off this hamster wheel!
:) Good day to all.

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I would write something witty this morning but quite frankly, my brain is on a low charge right now. So maybe later I will plug the old brain in and get something witty or at least interesting out of it.
Can I get 3 hip-hip-hoorays! for organization? I know why its hard for people to get their homes organized though. The amount of money you can easily spend for organizational tools is scary. But alas! We have bit the bullet and I must say, what a difference! Functionality has found its way into my home.
It is that time - get ready for work. Where did the weekend go? Got a lot done though. And tonight...taxes. Wow! can't wait until I am posting about my book signings. That might be more exciting then taxes, huh? Although I suppose I will still be blogging about taxes then too, 'cause they ain't going anywhere!
Have a ducky day!

Pageviews

A pageview from the UK! I'm getting around! (And no I don't mean that way, you sicko!)

would this be considered a LeMayism?

"If you don't have time to do it right, when will you have time to do it over?" - John Wooden

In theory, I like, appreciate, understand the above quote. In my backassward way, it's just an excuse to put it off. Why bother doing it at all if I don't have the time to do it right? Or let it drag on forever and ever beacuse, heck, I don't have the time to do it right, so don't bother finishing and presenting it as done. Keep on working on it because eventually it will be right. I might be 80 years old before it's right. So maybe the saying should be, "Do it right enough the first time, so you don't have to do it over again."

playing with words...

Heaven’s never seen an angel like you

A little devil with a snap of your hip

You’ve got my head spinning…spinning again

A nightmare, you slip from my lips with every minute that’s ticking.

Will you forget that I broke your heart

If I pretend you didn’t pick our fights…yeah

Let me feel you breathing down on me

Make my dreams sweet tonight.

I shake my brain to let you go

But behind my eyelids, there you hide

A million miles away, I feel your breath dig into my skin…breathing down

My lips find yours across the map, forever kissing.

Will you forget that I broke your heart

If I pretend you didn’t pick our fights…yeah

Let me feel you breathing down on me

Make my dreams sweet tonight…every night.

Lay beside me and close your eyes

Start again, begin again. This time is goin work

Forever can start tonight, listen to the winds

My lips whisper your name with every day’s passing. 

Will you forget that I broke your heart

If I pretend you didn’t pick our fights…yeah

Let me feel you breathing down on me

Make my dreams sweet tonight.

So sweet…so sweet tonight.

Clock on my blog...

Just a general FYI: the posted times on my blog posts are way off. The one that I just posted says it is @ 11:18 am when it is actually 2:20 pm. Guess I need to figure out how to reset the blog clock. Hmmm? Something else to do.

Dejavu on lunchbreak

Have you ever considered that dejavu is not a product of psychological or psychic experiences but rather a genetic experience? What if our memories (and our ancestors' memories) are encoded or partially encoded onto/into our DNA and that DNA is then passed along the hereditary line? Scotland pulls at my heart and always has. Why? I've never been there and yet I have such a strong sense that I have been there. Maybe these Scotland dejavus that I expereince when I hear or see or smell certain things are because they are etched into my DNA. Maybe my great-great-great grandchildren will have the sensation that they were a writer in a past life. Maybe it wasn't their pastlife but rather a memory I passed along my DNA.

Oh I could continue this line of thought for a while because I have other thoughts along the same path, but alas my lunch break is close to ending.

Ciao for now