Mood:  sad

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When things are going smoothly, it’s easy to be friends. It is even easy to be there when tragedy strikes one of them. But when words get twisted or even if one thinks they are twisted, communication breaks down. It is at these times when the lines of communication must be open the widest! That is when a friend is needed most.

When one friend is emotional and the other totally logical unable to deal with emotions, it is very hard to communicate. Emotions are such a driving force that it can be hard to keep them in check. For those non-emotional people, it is not possible to understand this.

It is easy to say you know someone. But to truly know and understand them requires years, especially if one of them is driven by emotions. These are the romantics. They talk from their heart.

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Mood:  sad

The private post is now public. Maybe others can see themselves in it.

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Updated: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 11:04 AM EDT

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Is this someone you know? It was for me. It causes more pain than one can imagine.

You see in your minds eye, your physiological and emotional ills. Because of that you have convinced yourself that you cannot be loved. With that mindset you put a lock on your heart, on that emotion defined as love so that true love cannot enter or leave. When someone comes along that truly and deeply loves you, you automatically know that is impossible but with your psychology training, you do know that it is obsessive love.

When someone like me comes along that knows about your physiological and emotional issues but does not care because the love that is offered comes from deep within the soul you have no way of accepting me. But your heart is locked so tight because you know you cannot be loved so you will not open your heart to accept the deep, devotional true love since it can, to your perception, only cause pain and sorrow. You have experienced the romantic seeds of physical love, but you have not opened yourself up to explore the fruits of true love.

Posted by here-it-is at 10:09 AM EDT

Updated: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 11:06 AM EDT

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True love

Have you ever experienced a love where your first concern is how the other person feels? A love where you know what they will say before they say it? A love so strong that just being with them lights up a room? A feeling that when the other person is happy you are happy but when they are sad, or hurt it affects you twice as bad?

Have you ever felt a love so strong that you want to tell the world about it? But yet you don’t because you want that person solely for your self?

I have, twice

Have you ever felt a love so strong that the pain of the other is your pain also? A love so deep that it transcends all of nature? A love that depends not on distance? Have you ever experienced a feeling that cannot be expressed in words? Have the feelings of the other person been so important that to make a mistake affects the very soul?

Have you ever experienced a love so strong that the loss of the other makes you want to tear your heart out?

I have, once

Have you? Comments welcome

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Mood:  down

Words I Pen

I write the words, yet they are read wrong. I cannot say them any plainer. I know not the simple way of speaking. I have tried to be direct yet it is taken wrong. Do I write such drivel as to be thought mad? Or is the pen I use more poisonous than I would ever conceive?

I speak from the heart yet I appear to be throwing knives. From the depths of my soul do I feel the heat yet it comes out as ice. Fear not for I am but the holder of the feelings. I share them willingly but they are thrown back at me in anger.

Lest I be thought the spirit of evil, nay, lest my heart be stilled, I cannot belay the heart and soul of the love that dwells within. It is the fire of a thousand suns but is taken as the ice shelf of the universe. Can not I say what I mean and have it taken as I mean it?

For what lies in the heart of one man is not felt in the heart of the woman. The feelings cannot overtake the logic of the mind. I dwell alone in this sea of pain and sorrow. Hear me not for my words are but ink upon paper. What they have in meaning is but for my heart to explore.

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Love is

I find it amazing how few people understand what true love is. It is all too often confused with obsession or lust. Is it possible to really define it? A biblical quote does do it justice.

The above is true, but can an analytical mind understand it’s true meaning?

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Mood:  happy

With a Song

There were no lyrics. The gentle pressing of the keys eased the pain in his heart. The snow, piled deep, could not chill the heat, the passion, this man felt. Even the roiling clouds, the horrendous wind, could not blur his vision. His ears, indeed all his senses were acutely aware of the moonlight. The serenade painted a vivid picture of him and the girl he lost. His heartbeat was rapid, the pains increased. Why, he asked himself constantly, must I go on? Why must I endure this agony?

The strings of summer sang like velvet. Vivaldi could bring the seasons to life. Why then could not the strings of his violin infuse life back into this man? Does not the warm thoughts of a sultry August night ease the hurt of lost love? Let the strings resonate yet they are unmoving. Love has done its damage. Will he recover?

Words, does he hear them? Does this hotel really exist? He’s walking the streets of loneliness. There is a room for him. He does not want to be there but it is where his heart dwells. What baggage will he carry in? How much more will he carry out? Does he really want to survive this?

He prays. Yes, there is peace in the valley. His life, his personal plague on this earth is beyond his comprehension. He begs God to call him home. Why, he asks, must he go on? He knows his mansion, his home in heaven is only available when he receives the call. It is not his decision to make. He understands the valley of peace.

Tissues dab his eyes. They have become misty. Resting now, his feelings sharpen. Thoughts of love lost pulls out his tears. A heart broken, a soul in torment yet his love remains true. A mellow voice and a quiet tune weakens him. Must he live to suffer?

A timepiece to measure that which has no boundaries. Never is indeed a long time. His love extends well beyond those limits. His love will last, til the twelfth of never.

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Mood:  happy

VBT Dotty’s Topsy Tale

1. Dotty’s Topsy Tale deals with discrimination. What was your primary inspiration?

In Topsy Turvy Land, I came up with a whole menagerie of animals, like green monkeys, singing snakes, and hot pink hippos. Kevin (the illustrator) suggested that I write stories about several of the animals. One day while brainstorming with my daughter for ideas, she asked, "Isn't Dotty pink? What if she wanted to play with purple hippos? Would that be a problem?" I decided, yes, it would, but not for Dotty - only those around her, and more specifically, the grownups.

1. You deal with how to handle being different. That almost begs the question of how do you define normal?

When my children were little and would complain about someone being weird or different, I always reminded them that we are all weird in our own way. Growing up with five brothers and sisters, I was the only left-handed child. My dad tried his best to make me use my right hand because he wanted me to be normal. Not until I entered school did I realize there were other people who functioned quite nicely being left-handed. And besides, aren't the so-called different people the ones who make life so interesting? If we all conformed to the same standard, we'd have a very boring, beige world.  

1. Kevin Scott Collier is the illustrator. How is he to work with?

Kevin has been a delight. He gets my sense of humor, and adds so much with his whimsical style. We have never met in person, but we both feel like we operate on a similar wavelength when we're working on a project.

1. You get your points across with green monkeys and singing snakes. I can understand the green monkeys, but how did you come up with singing snakes?

As a singer myself, it is only natural that I include a character that sings. I have written another book featuring the snake. His story was so much fun to write. I can't wait to see it in print one day!

1. Living Waters is the publisher. How are they to work with?

My experience has been good. Kevin and I subbed directly to the person who owned the company at the time after she posted a request for submissions on a Yahoo group, so I'm not familiar with their current submission guidelines. As a new company, they did offer several types of contracts, but with mine being a traditional contract, I have no experience with any other type. Since the Dotty's Topsy Tale has a lot to do with color, I was hoping the colors would be vibrant in the finished product, and are they ever! It turned out beautifully.

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This award was presented to my by Joyce A. Anthony. There are many nice people in this world. But there is no one, anywhere like her. She is a brilliant writer, and a more wonderful person. Please visit her blog, and the ones below for more great writers.

 http://danisworldontheweb.tripod.com/danisblogontheweb/

Daniel Calhoun is a writer of poetry. Many of her poems deal with veterans and friends of veterans. Some of her poems are sad, but there are many that are very uplifting. 

http://joycescarbrough.blogspot.com/ 

Joyce is a brilliant author. Her two books, True Blue Forever, and Different Roads are true winners. Her insight and visions of the high school years and beyond are unequaled. 

http://bosalittlebitcountry.blogspot.com/ 

Elizabeth Bo Drury writes from the heart of Texas. Visit her and read some wonderful stories.  

http://www.warpeacetolerance.blogspot.com/

This is only one of many sites for The Frugal Book Promoter. If you write, you’ll want this book. She is always open for questions and is willing to help all writers. 

http://catsnovelchallenge.blogspot.com/  

Cathy Brownfield is a writer’s writer. She has, on her blog, writing prompts. So if you ever get stuck, stop by to see what she has to offer. 

The rules for the above recipients are as follow:Rules for next recipients of the Brillante Weblog Premio are as follows:

1. The award may be displayed on a winner's blog.

2. Add a link to the person you received the award from.

3. Nominate up to seven other blogs.

4. Add their links to your blog.

5. Add a message to each person that you have passed the award on in the comments section of their blog. 

Posted by here-it-is at 12:28 PM EDT

Updated: Tuesday, 26 August 2008 9:51 AM EDT

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Mood:  happy

 Coming Tuesday! An interview with Donna Shephard.

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