One Lap Around the Sun

All I Would have Missed

2009-03-02T10:44:00.000-08:00

I still drive by the street where the cop protected our life on that Saturday. While everyone else will remember it as the day my father died, I have considered every time I drive by Beech Street how things would have been so different had we been killed that day.

Since this will be the last official post for this blog, it seemed appropriate to finish with the highlights of the last year. I have often wondered why I was still here, and instead, I look back on all I would have missed:

My daughter's 18th birthday.
Another year with my husband

Great books from my Cali cousin,

Reconnecting with my cousin Karen
Co-writing a play Elyce Times One, that placed in the 100 of Writer's Digest Wrting Contest
The reading of that play with the best local actors of our city

My husband's laptop gift
Writing book reviews /getting books and meeting delightful people
New On Line friends: Roberto, Kathy, Greg
Starting a writer's group
My daughter in her senior year, as a full time student

getting her temps,

and getting accepted to culinary school

My husband winning the football pool, even though he doesn't watch football
The new friendships formed among writers I respect and enjoy

Friends who have seen, heard read me when I was being a jerk, but love me anyway.
The softer side of my husbands strength
Seeing all my siblings in one spot five years after the 1st time in 17 years
Meeting my first born daughter's adoptive mom
The memory box of military memorabilia Mary Lou is putting together,

and all the lunches we had together as a result of it.

The first, second and third glossy magazine publishings
My sister's book being published and coming in 2nd place
Winning first place in one category of a writing contest

The long awaited return of my sainted brother
The love of family and friends

One of the most beautiful flower arrangements for Valentines day of 09 (above)

The Jesus blanket sent to me from the church

The finishing of my second screenplay
One of the most speacial Christmas seasons in a long time with many friends,

and some different but very cool family

Theese aren't in the order of their occurence and there are more things. Just because they aren't in the forefront of my mind doesn't mean they aren't important. Things jump out all the time and make me smile. You are one of them, trust me.

I am glad to still be here.
I hope this year is even better than last, but it has been real, hasn't it?
I'll still be posting on The Radical Write. Have a wonderful life.

It's Coming to a Town Near You

2009-03-01T06:44:00.000-08:00

Who's In?

http://www.scriptfrenzy.org/

Johnny Pot with Moog

2009-02-28T02:40:00.000-08:00

You'd have to know my dad to appreciate this weird little tune. Yes there's a story involved, it does involve pot and it was a very long time ago.

But I didn't forget it.

See You

2009-02-27T18:59:00.000-08:00

Nowhere

2009-02-26T07:24:00.000-08:00

There are songs that would make great soundtracks to various parts of ones life. Bruce Springsteen's Radio Nowhere could have been the lead song for the Will Smith movie, I Am Legend.

But there are other times, like, when the black canopy sprinkled with heavenly glitter is the only thing awake while you're sliding down highway 40 going due west.
Your radio probably lost that last station 100 miles out of Albuquerque and for all you know, there is no one else alive...
Check it out...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XmLt6kcZ72Q

Can You Inspire?

2009-02-25T07:08:00.000-08:00

Can you express a way to make this world a better place? Have you survived something that others might need help getting through?
If you think you have a story, want to help, want to inspire and love to write, draw or create check out this site and see how you can contribute.
http://www.helpinspireothers.com/

Mortimer Adler

2009-02-24T05:05:00.000-08:00

"In the case of good books,

the point is not how many of them you can get through,

but rather how many can get through to you."

Mortimer Adler

2009-02-23T05:14:00.000-08:00

"A house without books is like
a room without windows."
Horace Mann

Dreams

2009-02-22T07:45:00.000-08:00

To the degree we're not living our dreams;
our comfort zone has more control of us

than we have of ourselves.

Peter McWilliams

2009-02-21T04:53:00.000-08:00

"A library is thought in cold storage."

Herbert Samuel

YA Fiction Author Rises From Down Under

2009-02-20T08:33:00.000-08:00

Gregory Victor Babic

has just broken into young adult fiction with The Profile.

Tenth grader, Danni MacCormack just received a Medallion for Journalism award, and is about to take on the most enterprising endeavor of her young life. Her single mother Ellen, and grandmother Mabel, are bursting with pride.

The story begins in Middlewood, Australia a sort of ghost town waiting for a divine intervention. A town whose heart otherwise seems to be beating its last. The town is a twitter when the surprise guest speaker of the Annual Speech Night, Mr. Dean Lawrence Polking, arrives. He's a homegrown boy turned magnate that has returned to invest in Middlewood High School, and his old stomping grounds, with the grandest architectural retail structure the world has ever seen.

Curious, Danni decides to interview him, but there's a catch: Dean Lawrence Polking has never granted a personal interview ever. The story really gets going when Danni and her friend Kitra make a bet that neither wants Danni to lose.

After studying all the information gleaned from several sources spanning decades, Danni discovers a possible inroad. A personal interview will be granted to the individual who discovers the meaning behind the initials of Mr. Polking's company, HRL. What takes place after that is a fascinating toller coaster ride that rendered the book unputdownable. The charming and quirky characters were so believable, that as I read, I watched the whole thing unfold as if watching a movie.

The book is a bit rocky at the beginning, but by the time Danni makes her bet, it becomes a fast-paced read. Find out how this tenacious girl keeps moving forward in the face of daunting circumstances, and what she discovers along the way.

I enjoyed this book immensely! As most of you know I am not a big reader of fiction, but this read almost like a movie. Bravo, Mr. Babic, I look forward to you next work!

How Much?

2009-02-18T04:31:00.000-08:00

My daughter wants a puppy for graduation.

This isn't a big surprise, she loved critters.

We just got over cats and I need a break.

Although she's talking small dog.

I wish I could say yes, but she's going to get a job,

be driving, going to school... so here's my answer,

HERE! This one never makes a mess, shivers, eats

or whines. What more could I want?

This one is free!

A Day in Outer Cyburbia

2009-02-17T09:34:00.000-08:00

We were gliding along on techno perfection while the antivirus days went into a single digit countdown. With three days remaining, we paid and began the download that would cover three computers for another year.

But six hours later, (ain't dial up grand?) there were still tweaks and restarts and two hours of it...only to discover that the download failed.
In the meantime, another company contacted, another payment and another download. There were insurmountable software conflicts rendering the new download unsuccessful. Stress escalated while we burned up cell minutes and time trying to locate the process by which one recoups financial refunds.

Many unsavory words later, the XM radio sputters like frying electric bacon and falls silent.
Not a good week. (My always Indian Tech Support people are not sure what to do with a dead radio, and have to call me back...)

The AV countdown zeros out and our computers are as unprotected as naked babies at a hungry wolves convention after a 40 day fast. We go to a physical location and purchase AV software with a real disc and paper instructions. It works on the old XP desktop and we think, what the heck. It'll be easy. It's self maintaining. No worries.

The downloads, at a local coffee shop goes off with out a hitch. Three little laptops in 40 minutes, bing bing bing! All three current and completely up to date. There are glad tidings galore.
Until a tool bar turns up missing. The protection continues, but it keeps squirreling away the toolbar download into quarantine, treating it like a virus.

At home, glad tidings disintegrate, when we realize the software is self-preserving, or more aptly, self absorbed. It will get online, but not allow ANY pages to load. This is unacceptable. We are mostly home PC users with (ho hum) dial up.

I call tech support after five hours of agonizing and they instruct me to do two things: change the Vista firewall, (I do, no change) or take out the software.

Then we discover there is a no return policy on opened software.
Instead of slamming the phone down, I try talking in a calm voice not my own, what's plan "B"? After moments of uncomfortable silences, "Mr. C" writes notes to the desk and gives me a customer number, and his name to show the return desk. Stating, "I can't fix it, and they really should give your money back... I can't promise they will..."

The next morning, I decide to do the unusual. I am alone in the house and say, "The Lord's favor is upon me. And such and so Computer software Company is going to return my money. I say, Jesus, go before me and prepare the way. I thank you that they returned my money. Thank you Lord."

Sure, I put on make up wore nice clothes and even, I never do this normally, wore that fragrance no man can resist--(Or so they said on Sunday morning) Vanilla. My only objective is to restore peace to our house and our budget. Get the money.
the deck is stacked against me. They already have the money, and their longstanding policy is NO RETURNS on software unless defective. It wasn't. The soft ware works great in the wireless places. I walk in minutes after they open and I am first in line. I explain the story.
I am remembering one thing--God plus one is a majority.
"We don't take returns on software," he says.
"I know," I say. "Here's the name of the tech, and the number of the problem we were having. "

This customer service guy is not a people person. He is dark haired young pleasant and skittish as a cat dancing in a frying pan. He keeps looking at me without so much as moving one facial muscle.

"Well, let me go talk to..." He gets side tracked.
"Do you need the card to credit the account?"
"Yeah," he says and he does the transaction anyway, even though they NEVER... "the reason we don't is because you have to give an email address to get the code."
"Yeah, I know."
He credited the account. It was almost as if God Almighty had control of him, despite his complaints, he proceeded. I'm thinking there is something to this talking out loud, like, Thank you Lord for selling my screenplay for 70G's! Thank you Lord for funding Sam's college education! Thank you Lord that XM called me back today and offered a free replacement radio! Thank you that all my friends are wildly successful financially, personally, spiritually and in their work!

From now on, you may see me talking to myself out loud a lot more.

I left there and went straight home.
And you want to know what was totally crazy?
Every light for 24 miles was green.

Revelation Song

2009-02-16T01:50:00.000-08:00

This is one of those songs that I just can't get enough of, and I listen to it at least once or five times a month... I put it here so I can easily access it myself, and now you can too. Wink wink.

If I crank it up with my headphones, it almost feels like a song that could be sung in heaven... I hope it blesses you.

Memorable

2009-02-15T03:24:00.000-08:00

We have a coffee house we frequent, my husband and I. We drink bottomless cups of coffee and the wireless is almost always working. The last few tims we've been there, we've run into the same patron. What's unusual is that I barely remember seeing strangers in public places unless they've done something memorable, like, be rude, say something rude, you know. Polite people, unfortunately, are easily forgotten, unless they are servers in restaurants. Any way.

She sat next to me in another chair for hours, I presumed, listening intently on a blue tooth device to the tirades of someone on the other end who needed to bend an ear.
The woman looked distraught at times, smiled at other times, and even spoke to her client in gentle comforting tones. On one occasion, she sounded like she was scolding the person on the other end.
What makes this particular woman unforgettable, isn't her calm Mona Lisa smile, or even her long curly raven hair. It isn't even that she doesn't shave her legs, she doesn't, and even though that is something slightly memorable. Even strangely admirable because it's so anti-conformist.

I listened to Revelation Song, Mazzy Star's Fade Into You for the third dozenth time. I found several other songs to listen to so I wasn't eaves dropping on private counseling sessions. Truth be told, I did listen. I put the headphones on never enabling them, and listened as best I could anyway, without looking at her, so she never knew I could barely make out her whispering voice, softer than a mother to her new born.

My husband looked at me kind of strange when he would be on the other side of her. But I thought he was just being funny.
After I saw her the last time, I thought her a kind soul to listen to the breaking hearts of others on her own time. I wondered why the people on the other end never complained about the loud coffee house grinding of beans the squealing of steamed milk, or even the blender whining to crush ice.
She steepled her fingers and listened as if searching the grainy wood floor for answers, at at times, she even appeared to be praying. At other times, her brows furrowed and she seemed to be bleeding for the person she listened to, she looked as close to someone on the verge of tears as anyone I'd ever seen. She often shook her head or raised her eyebrows knowingly.

I thought her to be infinitely patient. I wondered where she worked the rest of the time and how she billed for such odd office calls.
One night, I noticed she had three different drinks all at different levels of abandon. Clearly she'd been at this for hours. I wondered who the troubled soul was on the other end of that phone.

Then I discovered, there was no phone. She didn't have a blue tooth on either ear. No phone in her folded hands.

But I asked her name the next time I saw her and introduced myself. I wonder what it is about people in their own little world that gets to me. They don't all freely engage with the exterior one as Lindey does when I ask to plug in next to her chair, or if I can take the seat next to her.
She is always pleasant and sincere.
And memorable.

Happy Valentine's Day

2009-02-14T02:06:00.000-08:00

" Love, love, love..."

think Beatles, think hopeful things/

Believe that all you need is love

Consider the source of that love

and tap into it.

I hope you are having a wonderful Valentine's Day

and that no matter what your life circumstances are

there is someone who loves you even more than me.

Gotta love God.

Cartoons

2009-02-13T04:07:00.000-08:00

I sometimes stumble accross hilarious sites while looking for photos.

Here's one that had me laughing most of the morning...
Toothpaste for Dinner

Slaying the Query Demon

2009-02-12T05:21:00.000-08:00

I've always heard it's easier to ask forgiveness than permission. Usually, I don't ascribe to such things--heck, yes I do. I just can't be a blind rule follower. I read the information regarding publishers, their requirements double spaced, typed, snail-mailed Time New Roman (boring) with clips and a query. It's a little daunting at times.

I want to move into a new vein of writing, and the one thing that prevents me is having the right clips. Lo and behold, I discovered a publication that would at least commit to reviewing the work. They'll even make suggestions. Even though it's already completed in my own perspective, they want to see it. Can you believe it? Opening door?

I actually have one such article completed. It's ready to travel. But there's the matter of the letter of introduction. I know I'm not the only one who wrestles words onto paper, in fact, another writer friend recently agonized over similar trouble.

Having read truly atrocious magazine queries I think I'mon relatively safe ground. There's even a website that offers query letter helps. Between the two of those, I'm stamping envelopes this week. Then I start thinking, "Why do I feel so light headed? Why is my heart racing?"

I realize that every time I think about this I start holding my breath. So if that's you too just breathe... let it go. I'm leaning on this one verse, not a request, but a command:

"Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find;

knock and the door will be opened to you."

Matthew 7:7

How can I travel all this way, stand in front of the door and then wait, doing nothing? Because I'm afraid? Of what? It seems silly when I write it out. And I have to say, the next part of the verse should be incentive enough to follow through...

"For everyone who asks receives;

he who seeks finds;

and to him who knocks, the door will be opened."

Matthew 7:8

Judge Roy Moore

2009-02-11T02:47:00.000-08:00

"Behold, I am coming soon! Blessed is he who keeps the words of the prophecy in this book."

Revelation 22:7

~~~~~~~

America the beautiful,

or so you used to be.

Land of the Pilgrims' pride;

I'm glad they'll never see.

Babies piled in dumpsters,

Abortion on demand,

Oh, sweet land of liberty;

your house is on the sand.

Our children wander aimlessly

poisoned by cocaine

choosing to indulge their lusts,

when God has said abstain.

From sea to shining sea,

our Nation turns away
From the teaching of God's love

and a need to always pray.

We've kept God in our temples,

how callous we have grown.

When earth is but His footstool,

and Heaven is His throne.

We've voted in a government

that's rotting at the core,
Appointing Godless Judges;
who throw reason out the door,

Too soft to place a killer

in a well deserved tomb,
But brave enough to kill a baby

before he leaves the womb.

You think that God's not angry,

that our land's a moral slum?

How much longer will He wait

before His judgment comes?

How are we to face our God,

from Whom we cannot hide?

What then is left for us to do,

but stem this evil tide?

If we who are His children,

will humbly turn and pray;

Seek His holy face

and mend our evil way:

God will hear from Heaven;

and forgive us of our sins,

He'll heal our sickly land

and those who live within.

But, America the Beautiful,

If you don't - then you will see,

A sad but Holy God

withdraw His hand from Thee.

~~Judge Roy Moore~~

Gregory Victor Babic

2009-02-10T05:32:00.000-08:00

A Grand resource

It has been a joy to discover Australian author, Gregory Babic’s book, Words to Inspire Writers. As a huge collector of quotes and verses, a 300 author 1,100 quote tome was one just I couldn’t pass up. I've been reading through the gi-normous book of quotes amassed here. My heavens! What a vast body of work! It truly is impressive.

As a book of days with three quotes per day, Babic has designed the passages to carry writers through three stages of a daily writing process: the preparation and planning stage, the creation stage, and “…the Post-Writing or Celebration Stage of Publishing and Marketing.”

I like being surprised daily by the vast number of brilliant authors, spanning thousands of years, from whom Babic has gleaned priceless gems of wisdom. The index in the book’s finale is worth double its weight in gold, and truly simplifies finding favorite authors and quotes. It seems impossible to peruse such a fine volume and not come away inspired and enriched. I’m happy to reference Words to Inspire Writers and recommend it to friends and writers.

It takes two to speak the truth—one to speak, and another to hear.
Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

Electric For Bob

2009-02-09T19:52:00.000-08:00

This is for my friend who is going to get wireless service this week. I hope you love listening to this tune.

John Clark

2009-02-08T02:19:00.000-08:00

I just love this guy's style of work, and I like where he starts.

JOHN CLARK

Baptism by Fire

2009-02-07T03:47:00.000-08:00

This is my all time favorite living artist, Cornelis Monsma.

I think his work can heal you if you look at it because there is so much Holy Spirit in it. Whether or not that is true depends.

He's a prolific painter and I visit this site over and over

just to see what he's up to.

Would you like to see what else he's done?

Click here: Cornelis Monsma

The Light

2009-02-06T01:27:00.000-08:00

Forgiven by Stacey Lee Christian

I found some really beautiful work on this site so I wanted to pass it along to you. I remember once wondering what kind of work would I produce as a Christian, and dreaded the thought of being limited to one book to draw from. They clearly think outside the box.

What do you feel looking at this one?

Want to see more?

The Lord's Art

Ain't Grandma's Religious

2009-02-05T02:13:00.000-08:00

This extensive body of work showed at one of the Christian galleries in Philadelphia and now He has a web site. I love the bright colors. I'd proudly hang one of these in my funky house.

Check it out at this link: He Qi