Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Eruption looming...

Well, that sounds rather personal. How should I explain myself(because I'm not talking about pimples, boils, diarrhea, or volcanoes)? Have you ever felt there is so much more inside you than anyone knows (I'm also not talking about wierd psychopathic homicidal tendencies)? The edge between normal and look-at-me-world-here-I-am. That's where I've been living my life for the past three years. Not so deep within me is the song (metaphorically speaking) waiting to explode. I'm trying to be patient, trying to keep my feet on the ground, doing the day job, etc., but all the while thinking IT has to happen soon. I keep waiting for the next step in my writing career, the one that will elevate me to the next level.

I'm ready.

On second thought this idea reads rather scary, but don't worry, I'm fine. (My mother recognized this force in me, but never understood it either.)
--Gabi

Books I'm reading:
Hidden Secrets by Cait London (No offense, Cait, but aren't secrets supposed to be hidden, 'cause if they're not, they're no longer secrets? P.S. The title is no reflection on the quality of the book. They had to name it something, right?)
Parallel Attraction by Deidre Knight- what fun!
Ransom by Julie Garwood-a book I thoroughly enjoyed. I miss these kinds of books. What happened to these kinds of romance that don't feature vampires, werewolves, too much sex and have a plot instead of "exploring your feelings."

Saturday, May 06, 2006

Mood Shifts

Have you ever had a day where just the sunshine alone can make you happy? The kind of day you want to bottle and save for when things seem to go wrong? The kind of day when the sky is so blue it's almost painful? A rare day. Today was such a day. Just lovely. The kind of day you can only appreciate because you have bad days to compare it to. I keep telling my children this. That one can't be happy if one is never sad because then happiness means nothing. It becomes the everyday, the mundane, the boring. We need to have good AND bad, happy AND sad, and all those other opposites.

Don't ask me why I've waxed philosophical, except that it's just that kind of day. Hope yours was good, too.
--Gabi

Books I'm reading:
I, Robot, by Isaac Asimov (got to keep teaching those eighth graders something)
Codename: Blondie, by Christina Skye (with whom I had a lovely conversation when she was in town for her book signing. Thanks for listening, Christina. I truly enjoyed talking to you.)
Green Mansions, by WH Hudson (for a book club, but it's just too dense for me.)