Thursdays at Eight

A Debbie Macomber novel.  It was very very delightful.  Four strangers meet at a journal writing class and unexpectedly continue to meet after the class ends.  They of course become entwined in each others lives and are the best of friends by the end.  They are all four different ages and from different places in their lives.  It was a good distraction for the last couple of days.

On to finishing the Lincoln Lawyer.  Apparently this is a new movie out on video soon.  I didn’t even know it existed, but I saw the preview on a movie I recently rented at the Red Box.  I saw it was a book first and it looks intense enough to be a great read, so I downloaded it onto my E-Reader. 

Of course I will watch the movie, because the very yummy Mathew Mchonahey (sp) is the star.  I love to watch him do anything!

That Darn Economy!

As she splashed her tear streaked face with cold water from the bathroom tap Sheila thought back to the last time she saw her Grandmother.

It had been at Thanksgiving a year ago.  She couldn’t believe it had been that long.  It was a good holiday.  Everyone had been there.  Maybe that was a sign she thought.

Her brother Kyle had brought his new girlfriend and she was an instant hit with the family.  Sheila remembered the twinkle in her Grandmothers eye.  As she thought about that day she wondered now if it was a tear that had caught her eye.

20 Wishes

What does that mean to you?  When I saw the book title I thought, that sounds like a cute and quick read.  The book is one by Debbie Macomber who is quickly becoming one of my all time favorite authors.  She captures women’s hearts like no one else.  Except maybe Barbara Delinsky, but I still think Debbie is better!

So I start to read the book and it starts out much the same as her others.  All of the books involve women, thier families and their friends.  But the particular series that has me wowed is called the Blossom Street series.  The women periodically change from book to book, but they all have something to do with the stores and restaurants on Blossom Street.  There are many instances where previous characters creep into the current book and I love that! 

Anyway, back to the twenty wishes.  These women got together and decided to compile a list of twent wishes they had always had.  These were not to be resolutions or goals, simply somthing they had always longed to do.  As you can guess many things happen to these women through out the course of the book and their lives become more entertwined as the pages turn.  They share a deep bond and I think only women can relate to that kind of bond.  I won’t go into detail about the wishes, because I think you should read the book and find out for yourself, but I will say that the list becomes contagious and each person that hears about it wants to start their own.  And one of those people is me!

I am going to compile a list of twenty wishes and blog about them.  With the impending birth of my son I may get side tracked once in awhile, but I am hoping to blog everyday.  That is a goal not a wish!

I hope you will enjoy the ride with me as I discover what it is that I have always wanted to do!  Visit my Twenty Wishes page frequently to find out how it’s going.

Lizzie and Harry Scene

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The next morning came to quickly for Lizzie.  Exhaustion filled her head with fog.  In spite of that she smiled to herself remembering her night of fun.  She rose slowly and began to get ready for her day with Harry. 

Suddenly butterflies began to dance around her insides.

She waved her hand and huffed away the silly little girl emotion as she walked to her dresser.

She was a child the last time she could remember butterflies tickling her stomach.  She got excited about things like leaving the island to go to town way back then.

Now there was a handsome man causing them to awaken.

She browsed through her closet grabbing one shirt at a time and pulling it out to have a better look. 
She decided on the blue and white stripped sweater over her white tank top and tennis skirt. 
She opted on her bathing suit underneath, because the weather man said it was going to be very warm in the afternoon.

“Oh I better grab some sunscreen too”, she said to herself as she checked off another item on her mental list.
 
As she stood in front of the mirror she smiled at the image starring back at her.

Her face was glowing.  Not since she found out her first children’s book submission had been picked for an award had she been this happy. 

That award was the first stepping stone that led to her agent who eventually catapulted(sp?) her into a full fledged writing career. 

Could it be that Janelle’s wonderful party last night could have been the first stepping stone to her finding love? 

 ”Oh”, she huffed again and waved her hand at the mirror.  “Why am I being so silly?  It’s been one night for crying out loud!  I hardly know anything about the man.”

She fiddled with her ash blond pony tail one more time before grabbing the picnic basket and her bag to leave.

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Today

I can’t even believe my lack of ambition today!  I have the day off from my real life job, so I thought I would give a go at my fantasy life job of writing.  Well as usual my morning burst of creativity washed out my afternoon burst!  I can’t even seem to stay focused on one topic. 

Now I find out they are taking submissions for the Regional Ramblings news letter and the deadline is May 20th.  I have always wanted to put something in there, but have never known how to go about it.  Well today at the library there was a little flyer all bright green and reaching straight out at me.  Then I go to lunch with my mom and in the news and views what did I find?  A little add with the same advertisement.  I think it means I need to get my butt in gear and finish this story that I have been working on!

Here’s another little taste:

The next morning came to quickly for Lizzie.  Exhaustion filled her head with with fog.  Inspite of that she smiled to herself remembering her night of fun.  She rose slowly and began to get ready for her day with Harry. 

Suddenly butterflies began to dance around her insides.

She waved her hand and huffed away the silly little girl emotion as she walked to her dresser.

She was a child the last time she had butterflies.  She got excited about things like leaving the island to go to town way back then.

Now there was a handsome man causing them to awaken.

She decided on the blue and white stripped sweater over her white tank top and tennis skirt. 
She opted on her bathing suit underneath, because the weather man said it was going to be very warm in the afternoon.

“Oh I better grab some sunscreen too”, she said to herself as she checked off another item on her mental list.
 
As she stood in front of the mirror she smiled at the image starring back at her.

Her face was glowing.  Not since she found out her first children’s book submission had been picked for an award had she been this happy. 

That award led to her agent who eventually led her to a full fledged writing career. 

Could it be that Janelle’s wonderful party last night could have been the first stepping stone to her finding love? 

“Oh”, she huffed again and waved her hand at the mirror.  “Why am I being so silly?  It’s been one night for crying out loud!  I hardly know any thing about the man.”

She fiddled with her ash blond pony tail one more time before grabbing the picnic basket and her bag to leave.