. . . do you get it, too?
My birthday was actually pretty fine. We didn’t end up going to Karaoke (partly because the bar was SO smoky, and partly because no one would go with me–they have a hangup because I’m ugly and have the squeaky voice of a four-year-old elf, but that’s THEIR hangup), but we did drive to a park and picnic there to watch the DART train dart past every fifteen minutes or so just beyond where a group of kids were splashing in a pond/fountain. We had gone out to eat the day before, so we didn’t go crazy. Couldn’t have a cake* and the fam wouldn’t sing That Song. But I did get the cool video camera! Many embarrassing shots of them ensued. (Ha.)
* [The “diabetic-friendly” ones still have maltitol, which will make you, um, “go” A LOT. And can cause cramping. We decided they just weren’t worth the suffering afterward.]
And so MANY nice messages and comments arrived all day long from my friends here at LJ, on Facebook, and from all the e-mail mailing lists I’m on. There were almost too many to count (though I’ll be replying to them later tonight when I get to the comments section!) I even got a bunch of postal mail artworks, RAKs (Random Acts of Kindness) from the three rubber stamp arts mailing lists I’m on, which means I’d better get to stamping some thank-you notes. Y’all better bet I appreciate you. Thanks for hanging around to discuss all these disparate topics and offer support during the periods of whining.
But still, I have that post-birthday blues. I was planning to blow some of it off on the karaoke stage by introducing myself with “This is what [agebleep] looks like, unfortunately, so get used to it!!” and then going into GOD BLESS TEXAS. It’s best to start with something they can sing along with (for the refrain) so you get the listeners on your side. Maybe I’ll dig up someone to do it with on Saturday night. Unless the urge has passed!
Meantime, it wouldn’t hurt to practice piano for a while. You never know when you’ll run across a nice piano that’s unattended.
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Author: shalanna
Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na."
Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian.
I've been writing since I could hold a crayon.
I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving.
So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them.
I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet?
Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it?
To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist?
Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen
C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books)
J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy
Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it)
George Orwell, 1984
Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle
Donna Tartt, The Secret History
Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
James Allen, As A Man Thinketh
Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard
James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times
The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum
Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne
Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie
The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)
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