There is this book I've become enthralled with. (hmm, then again, maybe not...)  Anyway, I've been wanting this particular book ever since I can remember!  Whenever I would go to the library growing up, ore lets face it, even as an adult, I would just be fascinated by it!  The thing is HUGE... 1,560 pages to be exact!

Every time I turn around it's back in my hands... to Tyson's demise I'm sure.  To be honest, I'll probably never read the WHOLE thing, but I don't care... I just HAD to have it!

What book is this?!  Merriam Webster's Collegiate Dictionary!!  So many words... all those beautiful letters, syllables, and definitions... looking up words that are so 'obvious', I mean everyone knows what they mean, just to find out that they aren't exactly what I thought it meant... What?!

So here is a  fascinating discovery from yesterday.  Take the word "radical" (since it's being thrown around a lot these days...)  Talk about a word with an identity crisis!.  It's like Jekyll and Hyde; a paradox on steroids!  On one hand, it means basic, on the other hand, it means extreme... Um, how exactly is a word supposed to mean the opposite of itself?  I'm sure I'll spend plenty of time trying to figure it out.

If anyone is interested in helping solve such mysteries, I got my copy at Half.com , (hard-back) for about $6 total. ($2 + S&H).  Half.com... my favorite bookstore.

Much Love & Hugs~

I am very engrossed in reading lately.  There just aren't enough hours to read what I want to get read.  I'm also feeling that very intense need to write, but not just any old thing.  I long to write stories and summaries; the stories for my creative outlet, and the summaries to make sense of all the awesome things I'm reading about so they can "gel" so I can have an intelligent conversation with someone without tripping over my words and figuring out how to "say" what I really want to say... without saying too much.  (My husband would offer you his deepest sympathies at this point.)

So, I've come up with a solution to my "problem": I just need a "pause button".  Unfortunately it isn't realistic in any way, shape, or form.  Only the people in movies can have a "pause" button, but wouldn't it be nice? 

I could pause life and get all the nasty "work" done, and even get a head start on my reading or writing.  Then, I could push play again and spend my "real" time with family and friends and in reading and writing.  Then, if I found I was running out of time to get my writing finished up, I could just push "pause" again and tie up those last few loose ends before going to bed.

So while dear hubby is away on business, and since I don't have a pause button, I don't get the nasty work done, but I do spend a little time with family and friends, (far less than what is needed), and I stay up far too late and do as much reading or writing as I can, but a lot of my writing gets a bit neglected (okay, a lot neglected) because as soon as I get on the computer I get distracted and while I'm distracted someone decides to play a mean trick on me and press the "fast forward" button, the one that logically can not exist, but is oh, so very real.

Love and Hugs~

Okay, so it wasn't long ago... it was last night... *technically it was early this morning, but that is debatable* and it wasn't in a land far away, it was in my front room sitting at the computer.

But, the point is that "Long ago" and "In a land far away" mean happy things, and that is what I had last night as I worked on a chapter in one of my books. (I currently have 4 in the works... 5 if you count one containing fewer than 4 paragraphs, but it's more of a blurb right now.)

I forget how energizing writing is for me. It is one of the elements that breathes life into an otherwise unmotivated and frustrated body and mind. After pouring over some posts from a writer friend of mine, I realized just how important it is for me to get some reading and writing time in every day. *If you would have told me as a child that those words would come out of my mouth as an adult, I'd have laughed you to scorn.* I'm confident it will transform me from a mean old lazy villainous family participant into a much more productive, happier and nicer, mommy/wife heroine.

And who doesn't want that? Oh, yeah... the dishwasher, the laundry basket, the bathroom toilets...

Love and Hugs~