Monday, June 14, 2010
9:35 AM | Posted by Lola Sharp | | Edit Post
Maybe I do my best writing in bed.
Maybe I read too much 'serious' literature when I should be writing.
Maybe I read too many mysteries, urban fantasies, and thrillers when I should be reading more serious literature.
Maybe I love the smell of puppy breath and crayola crayons and fresh rain on hot pavement.
Maybe I love punk rock AND classical. And pop. And blues. And...
Maybe I'm a literary and musical omnivore.
Maybe I never iron my clothes. Maybe I never will.
Maybe I think it's weird that some people iron their jeans. (Why??)
Maybe I hate socks.
Maybe I am high heels or flip flops or barefoot and rarely anything in between.
(these are the shoes from my avatar, on top of the books)
Maybe I wish I was prettier, skinnier, smarter, nicer, more patient.
Maybe I don't shave my legs or blow-out my hair and do my make-up every single day.
Maybe I love briny ocean air and sand.
Maybe I eat Cocoa Puffs for breakfast every morning.
Maybe coffee with an obscene amount of sugar and half & half makes me happy and functioning. Maybe I love SB's carmel frappes.
Maybe I love big cities and country farms.
Maybe I'm girlie and love Jane Austen, poetry, period/romantic movies, babies, the color pink, sparkly things, animals.
Maybe I can be moved to tears by a commercial. (SPCA/Sarah McLachlan anyone?)
Maybe I'm girlie and love violent action movies, crass, raunchy humor, NFL, science fiction, driving fast cars, fast boats, playing sports, fishing, killing zombies, and other badass things I wont mention here.
Maybe I like to sing What Do Tigers Dream Of in the shower.
Maybe I can shuck an oyster and suck it down faster than any man I've ever met.
Maybe I love spicy food and margaritas.
Maybe I know every line to every Gilmore Girls episode.
Maybe a Movie By Kirk is genius.
Maybe I've been legally on my own since I was 15.
Maybe I come from a background of Broken People.
Maybe I am secretly proud to know they couldn't Break me.
Maybe I know I am strong and decent and loving in spite of my childhood.
Maybe I turned out successful and have a loving, healthy marriage.
Maybe I am shallow enough to love spending money on pretty things.
Maybe I spend a LOT of money on books...and shoes...and music...and flowers...and traveling.
Maybe I only stay in nice hotels and like pool boys to bring me $15 dollar drinks.
Maybe I donate a lot of money.
Maybe I love digging in the soil and playing with plants and flowers; watching things grow.
Maybe afterwards I get manicures.
Maybe I'm super social and will talk to anyone, and maybe I'm also comfortable being by myself.
Maybe I am beyond blessed and so very grateful that I know what real love is.
Maybe I am beyond blessed that my daughter is healthy, happy, gorgeous and smart.
Maybe watching my daughter dance en pointe gives me goosebumps.
Maybe my husband is the funniest, smartest, hottest man I've ever known.
Maybe, just maybe, somehow I'll learn how to be worthy of my blessings.
Maybe I'm shocked to have checked in here this morning and found I have gone past 300 followers/wolves in our wolf pack!
Maybe I feel like celebrating.
Maybe I'll have to have another CONTEST.
How was your weekend frolicking, my fellow wolves?
Labels: random crap
- Lola Sharp
- My name is Lola. (I'm not a showgirl) Yes, L-O-L-A Lola. It's the least of my worries. Let's move on, shall we? This blog is mostly about my misadventures on the journey to publication and beyond. My passion for lush prose, quirky characters, art, music, literature, performing arts and anything creative will be a major theme here. This journey of mine will not always be pretty. Much like rubbernecking a train wreck, I know sometimes you just can't help but look at the carnage that is often my life. So strap on your neck brace, helmet and 5-point harness and come along for the ride! Licentia poetica.
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