Posts Tagged ‘murder’

I have to tell you about a secret love of mine, balloon twisting.  I love balloons.  I can’t think of any single thing that can bring an immediate smile to the face of a stranger than seeing balloons.  They are instant happiness.  I love balloons.

Cee and I recently attended a Red Hat Society Mad Hatter’s Tea Party. (Cee has more pictures on her blog.)  They had prizes for different types of hats (smallest, largest, most creative, etc.), but my hat took first prize.


I will admit it right now, I’m a little late to the party on this one.  I finally picked up a copy of Julia Cameron’s “The Right to Write: An Invitation and Initiation into the Writing Life” that was published in 1999.  Like I said, a little late to the party.  I’ve known about Julia Cameron for many years (decades!), ever since she wrote “The Artist’s Way” in 1992.  She is a Renaissance woman, an expert on bringing out your own native creativity, and a  writer who can make you feel as if you’re sipping lattes with her at the corner coffee shop.  Is there higher praise for a writer?


Like many in America, I watched the 200th episode of NCIS last night.  As a writer, part of my job is to read constantly, and to watch good television and movies as examples of plot and character development.  NCIS is one of my favorite shows.  It has it all, great writing and directing, a fabulous ensemble cast, and just the right amount of humor in between the pathos caused by the human stories behind murder.  For those of you who don’t know the show, NCIS stands for Naval Criminal Investigative Service.   The NCIS agents investigate crimes against US Navy personnel or Marines.  **** Spoiler Alert ***** If you haven’t yet watched the show, you’d better fire up your Tivo instead of reading this blog.  Go now.  Have fun watching. (more…)

This week’s WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge is Hope.  Normally the weekly photo challenges aren’t much of a challenge, if you discount trying to figure out where in your computer you put the picture that popped up in your head.  But hope, that’s a hard one.  I don’t see hope as a visual.  I feel it.  I hear it.  I think I can even smell it.  I can write paragraphs about it, but I can’t picture it.


I think it would be great fun to take photographs of what can be seen through open windows.  Let’s ignore the fact that it’s probably illegal and definitely an invasion of privacy.  Pretend we’re looking into doll houses.  What would we see?  (more…)