Here’s to 2013 a Thank You from me to you

This year was filled with so many kind people, I know I could not have made it through without you!

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Most of the year I was here

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Toothaches, kidneys and near death oh my!

From the local elementary school I caught a cold I thought was the flu

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Until the flu invaded and taught me the error of my assumption.

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You were always there for me though.

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Through the silence of my madness you were the perma-lift supporting my recovery!

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I felt the beauty of your support and thank you all!

The highs and lows of my writing were celebrated and sympathized by all, I thank you for showing me

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There were letters ending in Thank you, Best of luck, Best regards and my favorite Warm regards (not being sarcastic). I completely felt warmly regarded

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and sallied forth with my writing career, eventually pulling a rabbit out of my hat.

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I was ecstatic to add playwright to my resume

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Okay, it wasn’t quite Shakespeare but I felt the love nonetheless!

Thank you DYSPLA,

DYSPLA Festival

Decoding Dyslexia and many others

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for ending the year with a bang!

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There were parties I went to and new people I met.

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There were great e-mails and new friendships made

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You will find us on life’s pier saluting the naysayers Braveheart style

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With the year at an end, I have plenty to look forward to.

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There are several projects on my table, some may cost me my life

Others may only leave me hungry.

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All in all, I am looking forward to 2014 and all mayhem these projects will bring.

Hope to see you there,

 

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Our Hero

We have seen the perfect image but cannot place a face.

Stubborn yet vulnerable.

Handsome yet unaffected.

Strong but flawed.

Loving yet encouraging.

Self-assured yet always evolving into exactly what we need.

Somehow blurred to perfection he embodies what should have been and those that might still be. But sadly he has wrecked us for all men. His measure is based on the limits of man. He rides the sub-conscience devouring foolish missteps of men. His ruthless creation is our deepest desire.

We fall in love repeatedly, never the same way or reason. Often times he reminds how to continue loving. Igniting that spark that’s not even possible in reality. Sometimes it is enough to just remember what once was or might still be. A sweet breath for the drowning. A younger woman’s dreams. An older woman’s memories.

Other male faces were real but how we preferred to see them was not. We pushed, molded and wished but they could never be him, he was born from them.

A wish after every argument.

A feature after every shortcoming.

A word after every silence.

A caress after every unfulfilled desire.

Protector, leader, friend and equal they wrote him down but we drew him into our mind’s eye long before. Even if described to oppose our taste we always find our faceless perfection waiting just ahead to walk through any given journey. Or was he carrying, persuading, challenging or seducing us last time?

It does not matter, he never fails. He is everything we want and everything we never knew was desired. Funny how a blurry man can unearth such clarity.

He is what draws every reader to the next novel. As soon as we turn the last page on him we scramble to find another novel, another glimpse.

The writer brings about the adventure. Does the reader even know it is the million tiny nuances in their life’s story that gives breath to him? Do they know they can write him perfectly if they try? After all, he could not be if they had not already invented him. It is perfection. We fall in love, repentance is not required. Hope is our consequence.

He is a Band-Aid.

He is closure.

He is new beginnings.

He is forgiveness and second chances.

The greatest romance to ever take place is when someone finally wrote the first scene unlocking the fiction women dream to be reality.

He is a fictional character.

He is the hero and we the protagonist of his world.