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The Eyes Have It is Song Lyric Thursday


Actual time and effort was devoted to the discovery of which body part is mentioned most often in song and the winner was (drum roll) the eyes.

There is no small irony in the fact that only song I can think of and really like about eyes is the Jeff Healey Band’s Angel Eyes which I think is from that awful Patrick Swazye movie Road House*.

Ironic, you ask?

Yes, ironic given the fact that Jeff Healey lost his eyes to cancer. 

But here is the song anyway because I really have always liked it. It was one of those songs from my youth that desperately wished I could find someone worthy enough to dance with whenever it played.**

 

 

Girl, you’re looking, fine tonight,
and every guy has got you in his sights.
What you’re doing, with a clown like me,
is surely one of life’s little, mysteries

So tonight I’ll ask the stars above,
“How did I ever win your love?”
What did I do?
What did I say,
to turn your angel eyes my way?

Well, I’m the guy who never learned to dance,
never even got one second glance
Across a crowded room was close enough,
I could look but I could never touch

So tonight I’ll ask, the stars above,
“How did I ever win your love?”
What did I do?
What did I say,
to turn your angel eyes my way?

Don’t anyone wake me,
if it’s just a dream
‘Cause she’s the best thing,
ever happened to me

All you fellows, you can look all you like,
but this girl you see, she’s leavin’ here with me tonight

There’s just one more thing that I need to know,
if this is love why does it scare me so?
It must be somethin only you can see,
’cause girl I feel it when you look at me

So tonight I’ll ask the stars above,
“How did I ever win your love?”
What did I do?
What did I say,
to turn your angel eyes my way? 
hey, hey, hey, yeah, awww

*The best scene in that movie is when Swazye’s character does his love interest against the wall and then seemingly dances her across the room without slipping out. An impressive cinematic decision on the part of the filmmaker.

**Rob thinks this is a really dumb song, but the opportunity for dancing to it hasn’t ever come up and it doesn’t suit him, or us, lyrically in my opinion anyway.

Best Laid Plans


Over the summer I got the bright idea to use one of those white-board calendars to plot my writing course over a three month span of time. I think I made it to week six before illness and deck construction ran me off the rails. But I haven’t abandoned the idea because it helped me complete a revision of a novella I first wrote about 12 years ago and is now sitting, waiting again for a final polish before being shipped off to the wide world of publishing.

I have so much to do despite the fact that in the last week plus I have written two pieces for 50 Something Moms, finished/submitted my flash fic election horror piece for the Apex contest, and created two Facebook groups for my writing groups while helping plan the joint anthology for next spring. 

I am not at all certain why I thought the anthology was such a great project to take on. It’s not like I don’t have a memoir to write for NaNoWriMo in November or another website to administer since I also let myself be talked into serving on the Strathcona writing groups board as the website manager.

I don’t think I was this busy when I had a job.

So, I need my calendar thingy again. Today one of my “to do’s” is the calendar. Another task on deck is getting my blogging obligations outlined and hopefully drafting a few. 

I am up to three blogs that I actively contribute to in addition to this site and not counting the website managing gig or the blog I need to create to go along with that. One would think there should be money in this somewhere, but still I toil in relative obscurity. I guess that is where everyone starts, who isn’t the child or spouse of someone famous.

Sixteen days until I disappear into memoir writing. I am kind of looking forward to writing it. Mostly looking forward to being done with it. Another widow – a 9/11 casualty – whose novel I will be reading and reviewing in December, wrote on her blog yesterday that she was uncertain how to follow the book up. Talk about her search for “happy ever after” or her journey from New York to the West Coast. It got me thinking about the focus of my memoir. I had thought to concentrate mostly on the after. After Will was diagnosed. After he went into the nursing home. After hospice. After death. After the first months of widowhood. There are so many things now that I simply can’t recall with a high degree of accuracy or that are just not share-able. Is that a word? But I am guessing most people know what I mean. Even a die-hard blogger like me doesn’t share everything. Some events are mine or mine and my late husband’s or mine and Rob. I don’t write about those.

Which brings me to the reason I need to organize the memoir’s direction beforehand. I don’t want to spend too much time wandering in the desert. I have only 30 days and hopefully I will surpass the 50,000 words. It needs to really be twice that length which means writing about 3,000 plus words a day. Not out of the realm of possibility. I can easily crank about 2,000 a day if I am focused and have an idea of where I am going.

NaNoWriMo means getting my blogging house in order. I need two pieces a month for both my other blogging obligations, and I have ideas so the thing is to draft/revise before the end of this month and get them slotted. I also need to get a bit of blogging ahead done here. I am woefully neglecting my dear readers and readers, however dear, are fickle and go where there is reading to be done.

I have what feels like a ton of urban fantasy to finish (I discovered during the month I spent at the workshopping site that I am not writing pure sci-fi but in a genre called urban fantasy – who knew?). I am pushing it back to December. One of the things they recommend doing after a NaNoWriMo is putting your manuscript aside for a month and then coming back with fresh eyes to read and revise in January. And that is what I am going to do, therefore December will be urban fantasy month for me.

In between all of this I have writing group business including: monthly meetings, board meetings, anthology preparation, and a publishing workshop. And also the daily life stuff of husband, children, house, dying father, grieving mother, yoga class, and reading.

Man, do I have reading to do. My Bloglines is so backed up it is groaning. I do apologize if I am not commenting much. I just have so much to read that I don’t often get to it all in one sitting and sometimes my mind is too empty to find words. Would a “hi, I was here” be acceptable? Somehow that seems very trite.

A few things before I leave off for today:

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And so I am off to organize the writing machine which is me.

I Am A Tweener Again


It’s like being not quite thirteen again. When I was still wearing a training bra and waiting (not too anxiously to be truthful) for my period to come calling for the first time and feeling decidedly benched in the whole womanhood game.

I have spent a great deal of my life being behind the curve or out of sync at least it seems. I wasn’t dating or marrying when everyone else was. I didn’t lose my virginity in a timely fashion. At my five year high school reunion when the engagement rings were being ooh’d and aah’d over and the baby pictures cooed at, I was sitting at the future spinsters table. Read Full Article