I love poetry (if you know me in real life, this is nothing new to you). What I love most is how in a few words the author can evoke an image that us painters of prose take pages to express. I also love how, like songs, they compliment a memory or story within your head. This poem in particular made me think so strongly of Kiki and James. Thanks, Beth!
Ha! Yeah I went there.
Anyhoo, I have decided whoever invented Pinterest is made out of pure EVIL. Eviiiiiiil. As if I need any more timesuckers in my life! As. IF!
I find myself endlessly window shopping thinking about what would make good background shots for cover art or if I could just find a guy who is the perfect Tommy Gates. I mean that one I posted the other day is really very much how I picture James Hoffman (only of course James would have slightly darker skin tone).
Oh Hell, let’s just look at it again shall we?
Mmmmmn…
But anyway, in addition to the lovely pictures of shoes, and dresses, and food, and architecture, you get little gems like this:
Lord…
I suppose there’s things for straight males to look at as well… perhaps tools or … something.
Is that a Honduran cigar? Cuz I got a guy … No really… I do.
😉
/Random Over
And that’s a good thing. I think. Or so a small but loyal group of people tell me. 😉 I’ve also read two books in the last week, been to a couple community events, survived family drama, and balanced my checkbook (immensely easy as 0-0 always = 0).
And now, I rather think, I’d like some feedback.
Would you like another excerpt from Second of All or more character background facts? A little of both?
Yes, I’ll keep writing either way.
Oh, and also, plus, too, in addition, I’m thinking of dusting off an almost completed short story I abandoned about Thanksgiving. Might just put that up for free if I can make the time. How about them baked apples?
As always, remember my motto:
Never settle for less than the best in booze, shoes, and men!
Genevieve Dewey 