tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post7472273818830276878..comments2024-03-28T04:56:59.786-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: No Theme TodayMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-58674477800092140282008-12-08T15:52:00.000-05:002008-12-08T15:52:00.000-05:00It seems that we are getting a bolder change of co...It seems that we are getting a bolder change of color this year than usual? Is it the colder weather or is it always like this and I am just terribly unobservant?<BR/><BR/>My mom used to have this dream that her teeth were made of Sweettarts and if she got them wet at all they would dissolve. At least you haven't had that one, yet anyway. What a nightmare that would be!<BR/><BR/>I think that you should absolutely send your book into as many publishing houses as you can. If not for yourself, then do it for your readers! We want to know Rose too!Lady Lemonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07630074794568739448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-85630995006694651482008-12-07T14:41:00.000-05:002008-12-07T14:41:00.000-05:00Quiet Girl- others have read my book but for the m...Quiet Girl- others have read my book but for the most part they have been loving friends who probably couldn't bring themselves to say anything negative about it.<BR/>Interestingly, one of the most ardent supporters of the novel in its early days was an eighty-something year old former English professor. Male. I think he just fell in love with my main character.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-69071616801026563202008-12-07T13:50:00.000-05:002008-12-07T13:50:00.000-05:00I was surprised to see the bright colors of your l...I was surprised to see the bright colors of your leaves. Ours peaked weeks ago and have since turned brown, mostly blown to the ground and are currently lightly frosted with a tiny bit of snow. And of course where I lived in Florida, we had very little leave change at all. Very little in the way of seasons, and going up to the panhandle for the holidays always meant the excitement of a bit of actual cold. But besides that it makes me think I should send you one of my Autumn cards, if I could ever get around to doing it. There are still multiple babies without new baby cards, so odds are rather weak shall we say. But those brilliant and varied colors in your photo are exactly what I was trying to capture, and still trying.<BR/><BR/>Have you gotten feedback from other readers. Not that I have the time to do so-tho I wish I did- but our academic drafts are always ideally passed around to get feedback on what was confusing, too long, too short, should be expanded on, could be cut- all of that stuff. This stuff makes are drafts stronger by the time we send them in to be officially evaluated. I'm sure the same process could apply to your work... I think we know the book is meant to be. Now it just needs the polish and persistence to get it to the point that the publishers recognize that too. Don't you think? I wouldn't put it too much in their hands I guess is what I'm saying.<BR/><BR/>Have a lovely day Ms. Moon. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-10457931572152303102008-12-06T20:03:00.000-05:002008-12-06T20:03:00.000-05:00Brian- are you saying this post sucks?Brian- are you saying this post sucks?Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-86623574265036822052008-12-06T16:30:00.000-05:002008-12-06T16:30:00.000-05:00Days without themes are like books without words, ...Days without themes are like books without words, or plays without actors and songs without melodies. They only exist when you find and fill them. Until then they hide furtively in the damp, dark places of reality where nothing moves, and no one goes.Balboahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12126736954651099994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-53946602972920828792008-12-05T23:27:00.000-05:002008-12-05T23:27:00.000-05:00MOB- yes, we have trees that color up and we have ...MOB- yes, we have trees that color up and we have trees that drop their leaves but many of them do it in a slow process which lasts all winter long and doesn't entirely end until the new ones push the old ones out of their way. Raking is an exercise in futility.<BR/>You know, I think if I were in your position with touch, I would be one of those volunteers who goes into hospital nurseries to hold the new babies who need holding. Crack babies? I don't know. Whatever. I would hold them and rock them. I've thought about that a lot. We all need to be touched and to touch. <BR/>Or, yes, find Richard Gere. I imagine he touches quite nicely...<BR/><BR/>Blue Butterfly- I think you're right but I think some people are wired in such a way to be able to not only intellectually BELIEVE in that philosophy but also to follow it. And some of us are chemically inclined to have to fight our way there. But you are perfectly correct. <BR/><BR/>Sally- I imagine you are the kind of friend who always makes others feel better. I wish we lived closer so that I could know that for sure.Ms. M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02101910299177910634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-32675290495661774212008-12-05T22:22:00.000-05:002008-12-05T22:22:00.000-05:00I had a busy week. It was also a happy week. Our t...I had a busy week. It was also a happy week. Our trees are bare of leaves and it hasn't ( knock knock) snowed enough to even stick on the ground. Jake touches me all the time, holds my hand as we drive to work and helps me up when I have been sitting for a while and the joints don't want to unhinge. <BR/>I did get a great hug from our neighbor K. We bought a log splitter. I got a holiday card from my son--inside was a photo of Matty, it was wonderful. I been kissing it all evening. I read a report today that said to be happy you must have happy friends. I am trying. I think basically I am a happy friend, too.M.s Donahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10229775608956971086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-6269471613496970992008-12-05T18:17:00.000-05:002008-12-05T18:17:00.000-05:00The search for happiness is internal and impossibl...The search for happiness is internal and impossible to obtain. Therefore, it is up to us to create our own happiness. It's up to us to create a life filled with joy rather than sorrow.<BR/>I think we just have to accept that we deserve to be happy. Being happy today means being comfortable where you are in the present, not where you would like to be in the future. It's about being in awe for the opportunity to learn something new each day.<BR/>We don't know what our life will bring tomorrow, so we might as well enjoy where we are today.Odette Bautista Mikolaihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00331932607007676763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-31619228110879459122008-12-05T16:45:00.000-05:002008-12-05T16:45:00.000-05:00I didn't know that the trees even lost their leave...I didn't know that the trees even lost their leaves in Florida, let alone turned beautiful colors.<BR/>I realized this week that I have to pay people to touch me. Occasionally, I'll meet someone new and we'll shake hands, or one of my grandchildren will hug me. But, I pretty much have to pay people to touch me.<BR/>Where is Richard Gere from American Gigolo when I need him?My Other Bloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03259985544840529549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-73344322228351995732008-12-05T16:11:00.000-05:002008-12-05T16:11:00.000-05:00Nannygoat- yes, it is rare that I can say honestly...Nannygoat- yes, it is rare that I can say honestly that I'm happy. Which means, when I can, I really appreciate it more.<BR/><BR/>Magnum- I KNEW someone was going to go there and it had to be you. <BR/>Bless you.<BR/><BR/>Marsha- I think our trees have more color this year than I can remember seeing. It's sort of amazing.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-71723691058897919032008-12-05T14:32:00.000-05:002008-12-05T14:32:00.000-05:00It looks beautiful in spit of the camera and rain....It looks beautiful in spit of the camera and rain. I say this as in my area most of the trees are now completely bare. We had only a week or so snippet of color this year.Mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06819838818540100015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-44209837151421841212008-12-05T14:12:00.000-05:002008-12-05T14:12:00.000-05:00Leaves have all fallen from the invasive trees and...Leaves have all fallen from the invasive trees and the Live Oak is doing it's annual part of filling my yard with acorns.<BR/><BR/>I can't afford a massage, so I just touch myself; it's free and easy. Ba dump, tink.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-57338707689071476272008-12-05T12:13:00.000-05:002008-12-05T12:13:00.000-05:00Having just written on my own blog about the trans...Having just written on my own blog about the transient nature of being happy, I'm really happy to hear that you are happy. I guess I think of it as a fickle friend -- one I can't really count on -- but it's good to know that it's real to somebody.<BR/><BR/>And here in West "By God" Virginia, it is sunny and cold, and the trees are all bare, allowing me to see things I haven't seen for all the months of green. <BR/><BR/>While you are having your massage guilt, I'm having birdseed guilt, because I haven't yet filled my feeders, and I know those birds are hungry and disappointed in me.<BR/><BR/>Enjoy your lazy day. And definitely send your manuscript to more than one place. You could create conditions for a bidding war and become filthy rich.Nannygoathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13405773491615300489noreply@blogger.com