Seven things that may or may not relay my state of mind at this particular moment in time

I've been tagged by my friend Richard and he was chosen by his friend(the writer and gradual student) Jai Clare on her blog The Cusp of Something, and I've chosen to play also.

Seven things to do before I die
1. see my grand kids get married
2 see an actual extra tererstrial
3 get an agent
4 scare the hell outta folks because I did
5 go back to Tohatchi New Mexico
6 Avoid croaking before my time
7 finsih a tenth book

Seven things I cannot do:
1. listen to too much crap from high brow morons
2 solve the worlds problems, who'd listen to me!
3.I can't stop myself from trying
4 can't stop writing humor, it useless, I tried
5 I'm with him on the airplane! no way am I getting out while its upthere.
6 I can't stand to listen to Madonna, what a yuk
7 I can't stand one more cup of tea, give me some coffee! Folgers please!

Seven things that attract me to my mate:
1 his eyes
2 His smile
3 his wonderful sense of humor, married me didn't he
4 His biker attitude
5. his wild immagination
6 his sense of well being about where we are in life
7 his positive attitude about me and my stories

Seven books I love:
1. The bible
2 Joe leaphorn stories, tony hillerman
3. dragon books Anne Mc Caffrey
4 Everything by O Henry
5 I am spock, cracked me up
6 Rondy voo, my all time favorite book
7The Henry, yes I wrote them!

Seven things I say:
1. Cool.. say it way too much
2 morning humaoids, can't help it
3 I love ya gobs,
4wanna play?
5man! that sucks!
6Sorry
7 knock it off! yeah, that means you

Seven movies I've loved

1 Batteries not included
2. Dark crystal
32001 a space oddessy
4 Galaxy Quest
5 Ben Hur
6 Zone Trooper
7 Toy Story

Seven people to tag:
okay I'll get their websites tomorrow
okay whoever I tag, its your turn!!

My typical writing morning

My Writers morning
I don’t know about the rest of you writers out there but, until I have my first cup of coffee in the morning, my words just run together. First thing I do as I make my way to the bathroom, is turn the trusty ole computer on. Then while its loading I try and make my pot of coffee. Usually about then, husband stumbles into the room always with the same question; “So what you working on today?”

I haven’t even had one cup of my marvelous brain juice mind you. I smile at him, “Yes I have to smile or I would smack him!” I don’t bother answering. Okay, he sits there sipping his cup and begins the thousand question morning.

“Did you get that story done? What happened? How many have you submitted this week? How about those edits you were working on, how they coming along?”

Now I don’t want to hear that I am alone in this. You have to reassure me that other writers have these early morning quiz shows.

Finally, three cups later I make my way to my office to open my latest piece of work that still needs editing. Standing there in the middle of my desk is my cat. Her eyes are slits and her ears are laid back against her head. Before I can edit a word I have to move into the feed the critter mode. So the kitties are happy, word processor is hot and ready to roll.

A voice echoes through the house ending at my office door.
“Sweetie? What’s for breakfast?”

Okay, back to wife mode. My story sits and stews. The kitties curl in my chair and somehow some part of that furry creature begins to hit the delete button on the keyboard. Letters and words, one by one slowly disappear into the mists of a cyber trashcan. When finally husband is fed and happy I return to two words remaining on my screen

**The End**

Frantically I search for my trusty backup disc. Move the two cats now asleep in the chair and begin to download the same story I had been working on for a week. I use to complain because I had to work full time and write. Now it’s a full time job to try and write.

Somewhere along the way, something got screwed up, maybe it was me?

Anyone else have this problem?

someone said, tell us about time.

Heres my wierd thought on time;Time is an enemy or it can be a golden point in your life.Too often it works against us, too much to do, no time. Then for one split second, something happens to make it stand still. A smile, a flower a gentle touch from a friend. A moment frozen in time, never to disappear. Time is fleeting yet stands before you like stone. A time to laugh, minutes of everyday. These times are forever. A time to cry? These moments quickly erased. A time to be born, another bit of time cherished. A time to die; These times make us remember. So that when a loved one or friend dies, we regain time. All the minutes, hours seconds with that person once again spring to the surface. We gain minutes, hours, days and years of the things we almost forgot. Time is not an enemy but a holder of memories almost lost during our everyday life. Sometimes it's time..for time.