Reading “How to be a Parisian wherever you are.” At this pondering moment I am in the page titled In love with love.
Yes, I guess I am and have always been. The Parisienne is in love with the idea of being in love. Well, I am originally from the Dominican Republic and have always been intrigued by this feeling that makes you smile for no reason when you think about that particular person. I am doing that right now. He is certainly handsome. Well, a tad beyond, he has charisma, sex appeal and this je ne sais quoi that is totally unexplainable.
Love has no boundaries, no age limits and no explanation. It just is and it’s such a life altering force.
A beautiful and splendorous life altering force.
Love is in the air and it’s magic.
Go find someone to be in love with.
Well, I am not an everyday user of my website. So with the many changes just to type a posting, feels like hiking the Himalayas. Even though I respect and appreciate each one of you, most of my time goes to aerobics, Zumba, painting, doing laundry and peeling and chopping fruits and vegetables. It’s high maintenance when you get to be at this stage in life.
Forgot, writing my murder mystery novel. Yes, siestas too are part of keeping up of my being so smart. I skipped the modesty share in my DNA. No one is perfect. It would be too boring.
Doing laundry by hand is also part of my discipline. Watching lots of videos on YouTube about discipline. I am totally unsupervised, so sometimes I get out of control.
Minis are making a comeback in my closet. Also hemming ones that are not, to make them shorter. It’s getting really steamy here in the Florida Peninsula.
My forever faithful readers, have a lovely Easter weekend and may we continue to be strong, resilient and so ever beautiful.
Reading a book titled “You are a Writer” so start acting like one. How do writers act? Je ne sais pas. Do you have any idea? Send me a picture if you do, so I can figure this thing out and become a serious writer.
One of the things it suggests is to be on social media. Oopsie, I deleted my accounts from those control freak communists. They started censoring me with threats. What am I? Chopped liver? I already lived under a dictatorship, and if I am still correct, this is a free country. First Amendment of our Constitution.
I am going to be an old fashioned writer such as Jane Austen or Hemingway. No freaking communist social media then, no freaking communist social media for me now.
Life is so good when you have a rebellious free spirit and in my seventies, if I cannot say what I want, when then?
So happily I go to write about the sound of the raindrops on my sunroom roof.
It’s another magnificent cloudy day in Paradise. Florida.
So excited for this wonderful time of the year! We made it to one more holiday, one more Christmas! My best wishes for a day filled with joy, laughter, most delicious food and the company of your loved ones around you. From my heart to yours. Abrazos. Hugs.
One hour. Getting familiar with a new format on WordPress. Have not posted since last February, so now I am paying the price for not keeping up with changes.
Well, the real issue here is my new found realization that writing a novel is not for people like me that think that anything is doable and fast. No, no!
I just found out that characters are real people with real issues. It’s not just saying she was gorgeous and he was so handsome. No…I have to give all these people some issues in their lives. You know, such as traumas, fears, complexes, it’s like being a shrink to determine what issues I am going to allocate to whom.
What the heck! I was not looking for problems when I decided to write a novel. I was thinking this was going to be a nice little romance story with a dead body somewhere tucked into a paragraph. Not so fast, the muses and the experts tell me.
I don’t know. The problem is that when I tell myself I am going to do something, I just need to do it to have some self-respect. I am re-thinking this self-respect issue now.
At least I have a title and 4 or so characters. Romance running wild in my imagination, so there’s no problem. Problems. For the characters. This is wearing me out.
Wanna bet? I am going to find problems galore for all these people running wild in my mind. Publication date? Only God knows. I can only take so many problems. Personal and now for the characters too.
God have mercy on me and my writing issues.
So it was today, September 16, 2020. Oh yes, 2020. A year to be remembered.
Yes, believe it or not I still got it! Whatever “it” is. I know it makes you feel walking on the clouds and keeps a smile on your face every time you think about it.
Allow to explain…yesterday during my Sunday walk, I always go by some tennis courts and there are lot of players doing their thing. When I was passing by this particular court, there were (I am laughing right now just thinking about it), four guys playing and the turn for one of the 40-something guys came up for him to serve. But he just kept looking at me while I was passing by until the other players shouted “hey, we are here waiting for you.”
What a heavenly moment! I could be his mother or if I push it, maybe his grandmother. I shifted my walk. Straighten out my posture, and felt on top of planet Earth. Man, I still got it, I thought. Those are the moments when all the planets and universes align to bring you to that place of indescribable contentment, joyful, and fun moment.
Maybe it was the tight black t-shirt with the white shorts, baseball cap and Ray Ban sunglasses. A moment to remember me by.
I truly hope each one of you have this kind of moment in your lives soon. It makes you feel un je ne sais quoi. Comprende vous?
Feeling fantabulous! Ahhh, life is super!