The Wiz

I love this song... Makes me cry every time I hear it.  Home: from the musical film, The Wiz. One of my favorite musicals as a kid... 

The lyrics below:

Home
When I think of home
I think of a place where there's love overflowing
I wish I was home
I wish I was back there with the things I been knowing
Wind that makes the tall trees bend into leaning
Suddenly the snowflakes that fall have a meaning
Sprinklin' the scene, makes it all clean
Maybe there's a chance for me to go back
Now that I have some direction
It would sure be nice to be back home
Where there's love and affection
And just maybe I can convince time to slow up
Giving me enough time in my life to grow up
Time be my friend, let me start again
Suddenly my world has changed it's face
But I still know where I'm going
I have had my mind spun around in space
And yet I've watched it growing
If you're list'ning God
Please don't make it hard to know
If we should believe in the things that we see
Tell us, should we run away
Should we try and stay
Or would it be better just to let things be?
Living here, in this brand new world
Might be a fantasy
But it taught me to love
So it's real, real to me
And I've learned
That we must look inside our hearts
To find a world full of love
Like yours
Like mine
Like home...

Friday Modern JukeBox

On Repeat is Skylar Grey

Love the way you lie

 Coming Home

Words

Paranormal, Bastards, Sucks :) :) :)

I have two full days off work (the job that pays the bills), and two full days to work on my new YA manuscript. Thought I would share some of the books I've used. They've helped me out along the way. 

Writing The Paranormal Novel by Steven Harper

Writing The Paranormal Novel, Steven Harper

Bullies, Bastards & Bitches by Jessica Morrell

Bullies, Bastards And Bitches, Jessica Morrell

Your Screenplay Sucks! by William M Akers

Your Screenplay Sucks! William M Akers

Back to writing, backspace, and more writing...

JL

Birth Song

So, I’m turning thirty-two on the fourth of August, and it feels kind of nice.  At least I’m not crying into a pillow, falling into a mild depression, and stuffing my throat with Ben & Jerry’s like I did the week before I turned thirty. (I’m an emotional eater)  I feel as if I am exactly where I need to be--floating in a resilient sea of uncertainty and semi-loving the groundlessness of it all.

With that being said, I love my life in thirties. (Hey, that’s a cool book title) “My Life In Thirties.” I even feel more comfortable in my own body.

Disclaimer: Such comfort with body image is subject to change without notice.

Time seems to fly by faster and faster, leaving me less and less time to make this world a better place… and all that jazz. Leaving me no time, but the present to become a better version of myself.  Not that I’m a bad person. I just never stop considering ways to evolve. Be better. I have a thing about life and death, and it’s a good thing, too. How else does one learn to appreciate all the small things, without first dwelling on how little time one has to treasure them? 

Oh, about the bad person strikethrough... Not too fond of using the “B” word---Love the other “B” word thoughJ…Bronchitis people;)

So this is one of those blogs. A rare glance into how weird the inside my brain travels.   I could simply not think of these things, but what kind of lesson would that teach me?

I’ll end with this:

Last year, at the Omega Institute in Rhinebeck, NY, I was able to meet/meditate with Pema Chodron. She is amazing. One of her many quotes comes to mind right now:

“…feelings like disappointment, embarrassment, irritation, resentment, anger, jealousy, and fear, instead of being bad news, are actually very clear moments that teach us where it is that we’re holding back. They teach us to perk up and lean in when we feel we’d rather collapse and back away. They’re like messengers that show us, with terrifying clarity, exactly where we’re stuck. This very moment is the perfect teacher, and, lucky for us, it’s with us wherever we are.” ~Pema Chodron, When Things Fall Apart

#jenniferpointsfingeratherself <<< Yep, weird and random sometimes.

Jennifer

For your listening & viewing pleasure ;) Ani DiFranco, 32 Flavors

Lost Girl: SYFY

So, I am completely hooked on this new show. It is called, Lost Girl, and it airs on Syfy. It is extremely entertaining! Did I mention--Steamy!

I downloaded season one onto my notebook--via itunes. $17.99!

It's about a Succubus on a journey to discovering who she is.  If you have itunes, you can download the first episode for free!  Below, I have posted the link to the Syfy network page.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I am.  It's a pretty cool concept for a show.

http://www.syfy.com/lostgirl

The Waiting Room

The hardest thing about being a writer (so far) is...the waiting room.

Definition-Waiting room: a building, or more commonly a part of a building where people sit or stand until the event they are waiting for occurs.

My waiting room exists in my mind. It is this way for many writers, agents, and publishers. I assume. 

The good thing about the waiting is that I've discovered two things about myself: 1. I detest waiting and 2. I've found a way to deal with my personal waiting room. 

(I've typed the word "waiting" several times now...how many times can I type it...Let's test that theory right now) 

waitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaiting... Okay, I'm done. 

I've decided to spend my time creating new ideas, imagining new characters, and designing new places to write about!  

I have so many ideas for stories that the "waiting room" has become this sort of cool space to reside in. It gives me peace of mind.  It reminds me that I am more than just one story, and that there are more than enough voices in my head for several books. (That did not sound creepy at all...)

I am not saying that the waiting room isn't like kicking rocks with open-toed shoes, because it is. I am saying that now... 

I pick up the rocks after they have bruised the hell out of my ten toes and put them on display. 

J

Old Trades

 

1. I used to sell generic perfume on the street for $20 bucks a fake bottle. I know right? (SMH) I pushed between 20-30 bottles a day. (Why does the word “pushed” in the previous sentence make me sound like a drug dealer?) Just say no!  No, I’m serious! Say NO.

2. I used to sell vacuum cleaners. I offered free carpet shampoos to stamp the deal.  I guess that made me a maid Once Upon A Time. It was cool to see massive amounts of dirt go into a machine. No one ever wanted to pay 2,000 dollars for a vacuum. It didn't matter that the name of said vacuum rhymed with "Derby".

3. Video Store-Front desk: "Hey, you got to love free DVD rentals!" 

4. Hardees: (My first job) I worked there for two weeks. I was afraid of the popping hot grease, and I thought that the smell of French fries frying would make all of my hair fall out. 

#Jenniferhandsinuniform