Yesterday I was watching The View, yes I was watching The View. Whoopie Goldberg made a great point about bloggers out there. You know those brave souls out there that talk all kinds of crap on the internet, but don't put their picture up to show who they are. To really put a face to that nasty mouth. I am paraphrasing, but she was basically saying they had no balls! And I agree. I have always loved her in every thing she has played in. My favorite though wasn't a comedy and she was great. That was The Color Purple, to me an all time classic. I would love to meet her some day. I think she would be a trip to hang out with. Pour a few drinks and just talk about what ever. The conversation would pretty much take care of itself. She's not bad to look at either, I have always thought she had that girl next door kind of sexy going on. Maybe after my book goes platinum, they will have me on the view. Who knows, anything is possible from here on out. I'm just really glad my book is finally going to see the light of day. It should be out by the end of January. Well until next time.
Peace
Writer in Limbo
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
A little holiday poetry
It is the night before Christmas and the kids are asleep,
I sat in the corner and began to weep,
no presents for them I was broke as a joke,
like a fire their dreams going up in smoke,
I look in the cupboards, for tomorrow a feast,
only anger I find like a snarling beast,
I dropped to my knee's knowing not what to do,
is this what they deserve, no it can't be true,
as the tears ran down I looked in the air,
then shook my fist from the bottomless despair,
" How can you watch your good people rot,
some starving in the streets, while others get shot!
While the greedy get rich and take it all,
as the good and honest sink and fall!
Would they be better, without me in their life,
no father to speak of, and I was never a wife."
Just then my daughter came out from her bed,
she sat down on my lap and rested her head.
Looking up at me as she touched my face,
her smile was like gold, as it lit up the place.
" As long as we're together, we'll make it through,
togetherness is Christmas and that is true."
I sat in the corner and began to weep,
no presents for them I was broke as a joke,
like a fire their dreams going up in smoke,
I look in the cupboards, for tomorrow a feast,
only anger I find like a snarling beast,
I dropped to my knee's knowing not what to do,
is this what they deserve, no it can't be true,
as the tears ran down I looked in the air,
then shook my fist from the bottomless despair,
" How can you watch your good people rot,
some starving in the streets, while others get shot!
While the greedy get rich and take it all,
as the good and honest sink and fall!
Would they be better, without me in their life,
no father to speak of, and I was never a wife."
Just then my daughter came out from her bed,
she sat down on my lap and rested her head.
Looking up at me as she touched my face,
her smile was like gold, as it lit up the place.
" As long as we're together, we'll make it through,
togetherness is Christmas and that is true."
A little holiday poetry
It is the night before Christmas and the kids are asleep,
I sat in the corner and began to weep,
no presents for them I was broke as a joke,
like a fire their dreams going up in smoke,
I look in the cupboards, for tomorrow a feast,
only anger I find like a snarling beast,
I dropped to my knee's knowing not what to do,
is this what they deserve, no it can't be true,
as the tears ran down I looked in the air,
then shook my fist from the bottomless despair,
" How can you watch your good people rot,
some starving in the streets, while others get shot!
While the greedy get rich and take it all,
as the good and honest sink and fall!
Would they be better, without me in their life,
no father to speak of, and I was never a wife."
Just then my daughter came out from her bed,
she sat down on my lap and rested her head.
Looking up at me as she touched my face,
her smile was like gold, as it lit up the place.
" As long as we're together, we'll make it through,
togetherness is Christmas and that is true."
I sat in the corner and began to weep,
no presents for them I was broke as a joke,
like a fire their dreams going up in smoke,
I look in the cupboards, for tomorrow a feast,
only anger I find like a snarling beast,
I dropped to my knee's knowing not what to do,
is this what they deserve, no it can't be true,
as the tears ran down I looked in the air,
then shook my fist from the bottomless despair,
" How can you watch your good people rot,
some starving in the streets, while others get shot!
While the greedy get rich and take it all,
as the good and honest sink and fall!
Would they be better, without me in their life,
no father to speak of, and I was never a wife."
Just then my daughter came out from her bed,
she sat down on my lap and rested her head.
Looking up at me as she touched my face,
her smile was like gold, as it lit up the place.
" As long as we're together, we'll make it through,
togetherness is Christmas and that is true."
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
I'm Back
It has been a very trying time for me the last couple of weeks, but I am working thru things. I'm not sure what to write about at the moment, but give me a second and it will come to me. Well I finally got myself a publisher and with luck, my book will be out after Thanksgiving. They seem very interested in going forward with it, so you might be reading it before Christmas. It's a great book, and I think it would make a great stocking stuffer. It will start off slow with the sells, but before you know it, it will be on the New York best sellers list. Sometime in the near future I will be doing book signings in Omaha for sure. I will be looking to get as much buzz going on it as I can from my end and the publisher is going to do the same. I am more than excited about the possibilities and how far it will take me. This has all been 18 years in the making, and it's all going to be well worth the wait. Many times I just wanted to give up and never write again, but as you can see, I didn't so you shouldn't either. What's your dream, ask yourself that and sooner or later you may have an answer. After that, go for it, if that's what you want. Figure it out and put in the work. If you choose not to try, than don't complain about it. Your life is yours to do what you want with it. Just don't waist it! Waisted talent is the worst thing in the world. It's because you can control it. Not like world hunger or world peace, you can't change that on your own, but you can change your own destiny. The bottom line is, you want to waist your life, that's your choice, but don't hold back those around you with your negativity. Your words can hit harder than any fist. Remember that, the next time you want to dis someone talking about their dream. At least try, really try. No one can really hold you back, except you. Do what you want, but it's all on you, remember that! Well until next time.
Writer in Limbo
Writer in Limbo
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