It's a brand new day

I have found the inspiration I needed to get back to my writing. It’s not easy when the path is a solitary one. Everything I read tells me it can’t be done, but I will not accept that. Stay tuned.

I made several decisions as far as my future in writing. First, I have to finish what I've  started. And that is in reference to my short stories. I am going to edit and revise my anthology and put it up on Amazon. This will be done before the 24th of this month. I will then concentrate on my novel which is tentatively Called "Government of the Doomed" but that will probably change. I'm on a wave and I will need to stay there with positive thoughts and feedback.

and then.....the scene advances to another angle. I love writing and just got temporarily stopped by doubt.  I had made up my mind I was done. For unexplained reasons, or maybe not, I  decided I  am not done. I have a renewed sense of purpose and plan to use this blog as my journal of the trip. I have a plan, so look out world, here I come.

When a person is looking for a life partner one of the things that will come up is whether one of the potential partners is Type A or Type B.  A type A person would be someone who insists on having the toilet seat cover closed at all times when not in use and the Type B person doesn't care. This of course is just an example. Most of the time the differences are minor and often overlooked during courtship.  If more emphasis were placed on these minor details during the infancy of a relationship, more relationships would find it difficult to continue.  It's probably a good thing that they aren't. It is only through a period of living together and time that these differences become acute.  I am married to an engineer who spent time in the Army.  I on the other hand am an artist.  So to follow are some of the subjects I had to adjust  to over the years, and I must say it has not always been easy. Close the Door and Drawers: Throw back from the Army: Everything must be dr

.....don't  find out until you are in your sixties. My sister is two years older than me and while growing up we fought all the time. It wasn't a happy household. My father never wanted children. I learned  as an adult that he picked on her and she picked on me. We were total opposite personalities she the introvert got married right out of school to get out of the house. I moved out and started a life of my own. I moved to another state and we each had and raised a family, then one day I  thought it would be nice if we could finally get close. Without any warning or explanation she told me to stay out of her life.  It wasn't until then that I realized she had always resented me and we were NEVER sisterly. I got over it but it took a long time.

"Transient Global Amnesia is a sudden, temporary episode of memory loss that can't be attributed to a more common neurological condition, such as epilepsy or stroke." The Mayo Clinic It was a normal morning for the two of us. Both retired, one of our biggest enjoyments, it having our coffee and reading or playing on our computers and not rushing until we have been up for a couple hours. Then we have breakfast and plan our day. My partner/spouse of then twenty-three years and I, ages 73 and 68 respectively are both in good health. I still have all my pieces parts and only take statins for prescription medication. We both love to challenge our minds with mind games and both love to read. April 1st (yes April fool's Day) 2014. I walked out to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. What is to transpire next is an account from my spouse and the The following is a blog/journal that I kept, partially to convince myself that I still had some sanity left. Except for

I am sure by now, the book by George Orwell has been read by all over the age of reason. Yesterday, our government decided that we have no right to privacy on the internet. Just another example of rights that are systematically being taken away from us, and there is nothing we can do about it. It's like it was predestined. If you look at History, it does appear to repeat itself. Yes, we  have those who cry fowl, but in reality, the government is controlled by one group of men, who are using and abusing their power for their own gain. We will never be able to reverse the damage they are doing to our freedoms, our country and our planet. With that being said, I am glad that I only have a life expectancy of approximately another twenty years. I do feel bad for the generations coming up, however, beyond that, there is so much out of my control. I leave behind a son and three grandchildren. It is for them that I weep. For me, I wish to spend my remaining  I plan to remove any mean