Showing posts with label Boston. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boston. Show all posts

Saturday, April 20, 2013

A Writer's Block Kind of Week

Absolutely no writing this week and I'm feeling really bad about that fact. When I step away from a story too long I feel a bit of a disconnect somewhere in my ...well, not my brain really...more like my soul, that inner emotional connection that helps me to live and breathe the characters.

Last Sunday my credit card got hacked and I guess I went a little nutzo. I think it was such a shock since I always guard my card super uber carefully. I double check every time I put it in my purse, never use it on shady sites or places. I think it was the guy in that little liquor store I stopped in on Saturday night but the bank is investigating. Kudos to my bank for catching this so fast. They were great. They asked if we catch who did this would I prosecute? HELL YES!

Last Saturday the groomer found a lump on Gracie's (my Shih Tzu) paw. Vet visit on Monday.  She went for surgery on Friday. She's home now and limping but should get better. We're just waiting on the biopsy.

Then we see the horrible things that happened in Boston. I have friends who are avid runners, luckily, after a few calls we find out everyone is safe. But the images of this tragedy have a way of staying with us.
My daughter used to live in Watertown, its a beautiful little community and we spent the week sending prayers up to the people there.

We're still reeling from Boston and that big explosion happens in Texas. Something that didn't get enough press this week. So many dead and injured. I still haven't heard how it happened. Our healing thoughts and prayers go out to them too.

Too much on my mind to write. Every time I'd steal a few minutes to write I just couldn't concentrate. My mind was going in a million different directions. I'd turn the T.V. off, sit and wonder what was going on in the world. Get nothing done. Turn T.V. back on. Get nothing done.

Discipline!

Read through the pages. Try to write.Try to get my head back into the story.

Get nothing done. Give up. Go cuddle dog.

Let's hope the planets align, the world calms and peace and healing descends on our little planet. Let's have a good week peeps.


Tuesday, April 16, 2013

You're Not Jesse James


        
No one’s going to remember you. They won’t think you were cool or something special. History might to say you were mentally ill or just something to be pitied and punished. You bombed the Boston Marathon but you’re not what we’ll remember. You’re already yesterday’s news.
We’ll remember the survivors for their fortitude and courage. We’ll remember the heroes who responded with compassion and guts to run into the chaos and save lives.
           You bombed the Boston Marathon and now the world thinks you’re a jerk. Something found smushed and smelly on the bottom of a shoe. They won’t remember you as an outlaw or an amazing human that you could do such a thing. They’ll think you’re just a bad person, someone no one wants to know or deal with in life. They’ll want you flushed down a toilet because that’s what your actions showed you are, just a living turd.
           What we will remember is those who ran toward the blast to help. We’ll remember the police, the FBI, and paramedics and doctors who ran to the rescue. These people became heroes that day and will forever go down in history as loving, good human beings who went the extra mile to save lives. They showed courage beyond imagination. From the brave people in the media who stayed to help and share the story, to Google who was one of the first to set up a link to find loved ones, to the city officials in Boston who jumped into action, these people are all heroes. These are the ones with stories to tell and to whom we’ll give our hearts, praise and thanks.
           You’re not Jesse James or any other kind of famous outlaw. Soon we will forget your name and your life and know you only as the asshole who tried to hurt people. Whatever your reason for doing this, we don’t care. We only save caring for those who deserve it. You’ll be caught and soon. You’re trial will be a joke because there’s not a jury in America that won’t throw the book at you. 
         The only question left; Does Massachusetts have the death penalty? 

Last Day of NANOWRIMO --- Oh No!

 Where did the month go?  Certainly not on the page. I have an outline, some character sketches but mostly I have a lot of research notes.  ...