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Happy Boithday handsome. I see it's your 29th (again). :p May your coming year be filled with love and poetry. :rose::rose::rose:
 
Happy Boithday handsome. I see it's your 29th (again). :p May your coming year be filled with love and poetry. :rose::rose::rose:

Yep. 29.
Too bad we don't have tapes that we could rewind to various places where we went down the wrong road or said something we wished we hadn't... "wanna do that scene again please"

but then it wouldn't be life would it?

Wow that was cheery. :rolleyes:

Love & Poetry - they go with anything.
 
HAPPY BIRTHDAY - a day late but just as sincere - which lucky gurl got to give you the traditional Lit spanking and can you sit down today? :)
 
Yep. 29.
Too bad we don't have tapes that we could rewind to various places where we went down the wrong road or said something we wished we hadn't... "wanna do that scene again please"

but then it wouldn't be life would it?

Wow that was cheery. :rolleyes:

Love & Poetry - they go with anything.

I wouldn't mind reruns of a few of the really good days, too. :)
 
HAPPY BIRTHDAY - a day late but just as sincere - which lucky gurl got to give you the traditional Lit spanking and can you sit down today? :)

Uh... well... there's the fiction and there's the nonfiction (so far). Which might be just the thing to get the fiction/poetic muscles back to work.
 
There's some poetry there, I bet...... hello S, how's things down south?

Hello yourself, C. Nice to see you.

We love love love our new city. The mountains are gorgeous, the weather has been wonderful, the air is fresh, the people are friendly. We live quite near tungtied2u in fact, and get together with him every few weeks. He is as much a sweetheart as you might imagine. :)

T's sister (the one in CA) visited last week, and we had a blast with her here. She tells me eyez was quite the little hellion lol, which does not surprise me. Mercifully, he has mellowed.

We're only a few hours from T's youngest, close enough for him to visit for long weekends. He loves it here, everyone does. What's not to love? And my babies (my big grownup babies) will be here for a visit soon. Even my therapist/good buddy is coming here to visit (from Maine!) in about a week. That's one hell of a housecall, huh?

Don't I sound happy? I am. It took us a long time to make this happen, but we did it, and now we're just enjoying it. And I'm trying to write a novel, which is fun in a tormenting kind of way.

Only difficult thing has been finding a primary care physician to accept new patients, which imo is about on a level with getting into Harvard, but we finally managed to tie that down, too. Good thing for that, especially for T as you know.

He sends his love and so, of course, do I.

:heart:
 
You don't know how happy I am to here you are so settled now after all you went through :rose: What are the winters like in this new home? I remember you had so much snow at your old place
 
You don't know how happy I am to here you are so settled now after all you went through :rose: What are the winters like in this new home? I remember you had so much snow at your old place

Thank you dear Annie. It was one hell of an experience, that move. I think it took both of us about two months to recover from it. :eek:

This is a four seasons kind of place, which is important to both of us. We didn't want to live anywhere where we couldn't enjoy autumn. And I love snow cause it's beautiful. I just don't like it when it stays around for over four months! (And the subfreezing weather is no picnic, either.) Here we'll have winter but it'll be a lot milder than where we were. I hope lol. They had quite a bit of snow here last winter, but that was an anomoly. So everyone tells us. I'll let you know in a few months.

I've missed you poets. :kiss:
 
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These last few months were a bit topsy-turvy for us too. Had to find a new place to live back in June (because the guy who owned the house we were renting, was working/living up in Alaska and decided to come back about a year or so before we were expecting); in something of a panic, we were shown this place, and at first glance it had strong seductive powers; but the landlady's not as easy going as the former, and it's just never felt like 'home' and it's a bit more expensive.

So there hasn't really been a comfortable climate for submergence into the art of wordsmithery. We just decided to try and settle in for the winter, see what spring brings. So the season for wordsmithery submergence may be nigh.
 
These last few months were a bit topsy-turvy for us too. Had to find a new place to live back in June (because the guy who owned the house we were renting, was working/living up in Alaska and decided to come back about a year or so before we were expecting); in something of a panic, we were shown this place, and at first glance it had strong seductive powers; but the landlady's not as easy going as the former, and it's just never felt like 'home' and it's a bit more expensive.

So there hasn't really been a comfortable climate for submergence into the art of wordsmithery. We just decided to try and settle in for the winter, see what spring brings. So the season for wordsmithery submergence may be nigh.

I'll be looking forward to the results of your wordsmithery submergence. Maybe I'll indulge my inner poet some, too. This novel planning is making me yearn for poetry lol. I've always been a good writer, but I'm learning that what I need to be now is a good storyteller. That's way harder for me.
 
I'll be looking forward to the results of your wordsmithery submergence. Maybe I'll indulge my inner poet some, too. This novel planning is making me yearn for poetry lol. I've always been a good writer, but I'm learning that what I need to be now is a good storyteller. That's way harder for me.

Well I do understand you. Seems like for me, the clearer the idea is in my head the harder it is to put it down in clear words. As opposed to meandering and rambling and finding potential stories along the way (which tend to remain undeveloped in correspondence to the clarity they gain in the mind).

Like I still recall clear as anything, a couple years ago - the briefest moment - of a deer in the yard - and deer in yards are pretty common around here - but this particular moment - late night, maybe in moonlight - and that brief, momentary visual remains oh so clear - but to set down in words what my eyes actually saw? Just couldn't do it. Still can't do it. Yet I can still see it. If I was making up a story and decided to include the same kind of scene, I think it would be much easier, because I could mix the reality of what I remember with something I might make up. Why it is this way remains a puzzle. So I can understand why it might be difficult to write a story that might already be clear in your mind, as opposed to wordsmithing for the sheer pleasure of wordsmithing, and discovering lovely little stories along the way.
 
Well I do understand you. Seems like for me, the clearer the idea is in my head the harder it is to put it down in clear words. As opposed to meandering and rambling and finding potential stories along the way (which tend to remain undeveloped in correspondence to the clarity they gain in the mind).

Like I still recall clear as anything, a couple years ago - the briefest moment - of a deer in the yard - and deer in yards are pretty common around here - but this particular moment - late night, maybe in moonlight - and that brief, momentary visual remains oh so clear - but to set down in words what my eyes actually saw? Just couldn't do it. Still can't do it. Yet I can still see it. If I was making up a story and decided to include the same kind of scene, I think it would be much easier, because I could mix the reality of what I remember with something I might make up. Why it is this way remains a puzzle. So I can understand why it might be difficult to write a story that might already be clear in your mind, as opposed to wordsmithing for the sheer pleasure of wordsmithing, and discovering lovely little stories along the way.

Interesting. I can write what I experience: really that's all my poetry is. It can get metaphorical as hell but it's always something I've experienced. And I think the trick with fictional prose is that you merge your experience with your imagination. Well duh poetry, too, I suppose but fiction has to have more plausibility, more than a poem where you can let an image or metaphor do the heavy lifting. I'm exploring that now. And it becomes to me like a chess game because I have to see a whole bunch of moves ahead, like if this happens to character x there needs to be a reason somewhere before or after the action. Plus it needs to convey theme and (for me) have some poetry to the language. At least the way I write it does. eagleyez just sits down and writes and it all works for him. I cannot do it that way. I just keep writing about my characters because the more I write, the more real they become to me. But fitting all the puzzle pieces together, man that is hard. I can see why it takes writers years to produce a novel. Of course I'm telling myself everything is a draft and I can go back and change and add and fix things. But it's hard. I'm not used to being this kind of storyteller.

I sound like an idiot! Can you tell I've been thinking about this a lot?

Lol, ok beddy bye time for me. Have I mentioned how much I always enjoy talking with you about writing? :rose:
 
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