And...

I had my writers' group Saturday afternoon. We had a potential new member visit. Our group needs some new blood. I admit I've not written more than 2000 words--that's fiction--in months. I write papers for school and stuff for work, yet not any 'fun' stuff. I hoped the new person would ignite some fires.

All in all it was good to have somebody new there. To get a new slant on things was long over due. The potential new person has run her own speciality shop here in Dallas for 23 years and has written children books. I wish I could say I came home, plopped in the front of the PC and zipped off 10, 000 words.

No. 'fraid not. I did come home and try to print on a napkin--just one more time.

When the napkin, anchored to a piece of cardstock, jammed my printer and I had to rip it to pieces to get it out of there-Well, before I saw the "press here to eject paper' message on the printer's window--I realized my one more time. was indeed my final time.

At least the potential new person said they would return for our next writers' group meeting. We didn't scare her off---too bad. :)

Write Time

Jaunt to my writers' group today. We call our group: Honor the Words, which came from the fiction workshop at a community college we all attended at the same time. Not knowing each other. Our instructor informed us when all is said and done, all we have left are words, so we must honor them.

Once the the class ended, a few of us wanted to stay in contact and continue writing. So our Honor the Words group was born! Our success has been minimal, yet we have experienced some. No JK Rowling or Dan Brown success among us---yet. However, one of the member's work is in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Twins. We're all very proud of her. Alas, for whatever reason, excuse, we're not writing as we should. We are not following Habakkuk 2:2 as we should. In that sense, a cloud of frustration drapes us.

Although, there is always a ray of sunshine in everything. In our case, it is our senior member who is a year or two from 80 years young. Feisty woman who holds a PhD and has done just about everything except jump from a plane. Devout Catholic who switched from the Republican Party to Democrat. In fact she's the one who gave me the Elect Obama signs for my yard! Our member has been hooked in an adventure with with Stage 4 breast cancer since early this year. When you watch and remain in her presence, you realize how you wanna be when you grow up.

So yea, I'm not happy about my writing endeavors of late. However, I am happy of the endeavor God has put into me for Honor the Words.

I am blessed.

Rain Part II

Another storm brews, yet I'm about to leave my bungalow to help a chum set up for her writers' conference tomorrow. And to think I have two co-workers who still do NOT have power from Wednesday's storm! Might get it back by Sunday or sometime next week! And of course, it's suppose to maybe be in the triple digits this weekend. Say a prayer for them!

As for me, I gotta get out of the house to help my chum. However, before I do-with this rain, I think of folks who have tried to--well, rain all over me. Act as if they support me, even encourage-yet really they don't. Try to lower me to their not as confident state. That hurts because, my feelings for them are genuine. Yet they choose, and so must I.

Yet, their hating only strengthens my trust as I look unto the hills for where my help really comes from.

So to get on with this Friday, we are set to cue up Barbra Striesand! WHAT? Yep, doing a little Broadway, as Babs tells us to not rain on her parade!

I second that emotion.

Enjoy!

VOTE

Have you early VOTED?

I did so after my monthly HTW Writers' Group today. The HTW stands for 'Honor the Words.-When all is said and done-all we have are words.

On November 5th, 2008, Words: spoken and written will describe why your candidate did or not reign victorious.

Honor the words on your ballot. Early vote through Oct 31. If not, then make sure you're at your precinct on November.

VOTE. It's an Honor. It's your Right.

Come Saturday Morning Part II

Made it thru racquetball with Movie Man. Oh my. Didn't need 911. Outstanding!

Movie Man is determined to have me around the court--while he just kinda stays put. Said I did good, especially since I've haven't played in months. Didn't need oxygen. I do need better technique. This is where our 18 yr age difference comes into play. I may feel in my 30's, but sometimes the body is like "We need to rest a minute." All in all it was good. Glad we went. Great workout. Proud of some of my shots.

Yea...need to work on my short shots--heck, I just need to figure out the stuff I do WELL, and realize the stuff I do bad so they won't continue in my game. Movie Man has taught me well--even there are times I just want the ball to....

Ahem.

OK--now, I'm showered, shine and off to my Writers' Group. Let's just see if my runnin' the court catches up and I'm comatose by the end of my group.