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How long’s it been? This is the question I ask in between several hi’s and hugs I’ve gotten today at the coffee shop. Yup, I came here to write, but instead, I’ve spent time hugging friends, blowing air kisses, watching the clock and, singing along to the radio station. So, how long’s it been? I have sat here for more than three hours, can you imagine? The plan was to, oh I don’t know write a book today, get it published tomorrow, rake in dollars by what, next week. Yeah, right! No, the truth is I have been sat here for three hours waiting, praying, hoping for inspiration to hit, but nothing’s come. I know they say writers write even without a reason to write, but if I am to be completely honest, I write for the sake of getting better.

So maybe I’m not a writer. This isn’t the first time I’ve thought it, probably won’t be the last. Maybe I just happen to be someone who can write. Lots of people can do things. That doesn’t mean they do do them or even should. I admire creatives, writers, painters, actors, directors, the mom who paints Easter eggs for the hunt each year. I admire anyone who feels so compelled to say something that they are led to create. If you create you’ve got a not so secret fan in me.

Meanwhile, here I am sitting in a cafe. I’ve been here for three hours and, nothing. I never seem to have a story to tell. Composition class in elementary school was always the worst for me because I just couldn’t come up with a story of my own, I always needed a prompt. And, for those of you who’ve read my blog from A to Zed which, isn’t hard – I post so infrequently, you see a common narrative, don’t you? I whine a bit about having no inspiration and somehow that turns into a post.

If you’ve seen the film “The Family Stone”, there is a rather poignant scene where the Claire Danes character shares the story of a man somewhere in Alaska who told the people in his town that he felt like he had a hole in his heart. His neighbours, upon hearing this, pooled their resources and bought him a 12-foot log. It took him a year but, he carved a totem pole. They understood he had something to say, something that words couldn’t and it left him with a hole in his heart. Out of that sadness came something truly beautiful.

Meanwhile, here I am sitting in a cafe. I’ve been here for three hours and, I need inspiration dammit! Nothing is coming. How am I supposed to come up with something to write. By the way, WordPress keeps gently reminding me I haven’t posted anything in several months. Apparently, my followers miss me. I feel like that man with a hole in his heart

P. G. Wodehouse happens to be one of my favourite writers, he would get up every morning at half seven and by nine, having breakfasted and walked his dogs, would be at his typewriter plonking away. In his earlier years, he’d average 2500 words per day. In his eighties, Wodehouse not only maintained the routine but, he still averaged 1000 words daily. Me on the other hand, I’ll be lucky if I can finish this blog.

Meanwhile, it’s been three hours and all I’ve managed to do is sing along to the @iHeartRadio  broadcast because, well yeah, it’s quite upbeat and poppy, just like I like it. But hey, I learnt a new word on Sunday – Sehnsucht which is German and it means a yearning; wistful longing. Hahaha, yup, that’s the universe telling me to put the laptop down and try again tomorrow.

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Posted by on 25/04/2017 in UNCATEGORIZED

 

Watch “Avicii – Waiting For Love (Lyric Video)” on YouTube

 
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Posted by on 26/06/2015 in UNCATEGORIZED

 

I need you

Some mornings you wake up humming a tune, carrying notes you never could in real life, but in your head it sounds multi-platinum worthy. This morning was one such and my song was “I need you”. So rather than screech it for you, I’ll let the pros handle it.

“I Need You”
(feat. Faith Hill)

I wanna drink that shot of whiskey
I wanna smoke that cigarette
I wanna smell that sweet addiction on my breath
I wanna ride across West Virginia in the backseat of a Cadillac
You know some cowboys like me go out like that so I need you[Chorus:]
Like a needle needs a vein
Like my Uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs a rain
I need you like a lighthouse on the coast
Like the father and the son meet the holy ghost
I need you

I wanna get lost in some corner booth
Cantina Mexico
I wanna dance to the static of an a.m. radio
I wanna wrap the moon around us and lay beside you skin on skin
Make love ’til the sun comes up and the sun goes down again cause i need you

[Chorus]

I wanna drink that shot of whiskey
I wanna smoke that cigarette
You know some cowboys like me go out like that
So I need you, oh, I need you
I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you

Oh, I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you
I need you, I need you, I need you, too

 
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Posted by on 05/04/2015 in UNCATEGORIZED

 

My Jamaica – Perseverance or Futility?

By now, most of you are as familiar with this young woman’s writing as you are with my own. I do confess that laziness is perhaps at least a contributing factor, on my part, for why I reblogg and retweet her so often. Yet far beyond that, it is her ability to communicate. This mother/woman/child is able to articulate what so many feel effortlesly. At least it sure does read that way, and I for one can’t get enough. Last night’s post is one such example. So here goes:

My Jamaica – Perseveranc or Futility?.

 

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The Immortal Jukebox A9 : Tom T Hall – It Sure Gets Cold In Des Moines

As a country girl both in spirit and music it always warms my heart to hear others wax poetic about a genre I adore. It is an even better treat to see someone write about the troubadour spirit of Tom T Hall. Tom is forever observer, rarely if ever, critic. His stories haunt us, as the trope goes, “great country is just three chords and the truth”. Tom T is about as good as anyone gets. He is a storyteller.

The Immortal Jukebox

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‘ I was much too far out all my life – And not waving but drowning’
(Stevie Smith)

‘Looking at the moon all col and wite and oansome. Lorna said to me, ‘You know Riddley there’s something in us it don’t have no name …. It’s looking out thru our eye hoals .. It’s all 1 girt thing bigger nor the worl and loan and oansome, Tremmering it is and feart.’ (Russell Hoban – ‘Riddley Walker’).

‘Life is just like that sometimes’. (Tom T Hall)

Armoured and fast in our self-absorption it is remarkably easy to walk through our lives in this world not seeing, not hearing, not feeling almost everything that’s happening all around us. We all have our own particular set of philosophical, cultural and emotional blinkers that help keep out or shield us from those elements of life we would rather not have to confront.

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Posted by on 09/01/2015 in UNCATEGORIZED

 

Watch “Posh – with lyrics (chitty chitty bang bang)” on YouTube

Where will I find myself this year, I wonder?
Posh – with lyrics (chitty chitty bang bang): http://youtu.be/AzEWodlTFq0

 
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Posted by on 05/01/2015 in UNCATEGORIZED

 

2014 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 470 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 8 trips to carry that many people.

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Posted by on 29/12/2014 in UNCATEGORIZED