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Someone once said… “Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.”

A fresh day

 

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A fresh day filled with time and possibilities. An open mind on a path to discovery. The engine running, a tank filled with gas and me. It’s amazing what can happen when everything comes together in a perfect fit. 

Sometimes I can feel it; the day is right and almost anything is possible. I think I’ve finally learned to trust my instincts and seize the moment. My window is open as the breeze gently nudges me awake- I feel so alive. It’s time to refresh and take another fork in the road. I don’t know where it will lead, but there it is, all laid out before me, tempting, promising and it feels right. It only takes a step or two, one foot in front of the other, eyes straight ahead, no reason to fear or look back. Trust yourself, trust the moment, trust the universe, and go all the way.

Do you feel it?

xo-jj

October 6, 2009 Posted by | me, photography, rants | , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

The power of love or lust- I’m not sure

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Last night I welcomed DJ to the sofa and she talked about the pain of losing her best friend. It happened in the ususal way- a fight over a guy. This is what she had to say…

“he plays his game..i fell for it..and then i tell her the truth. She screams and tells me our friendship is over with no forgiveness. I was sorry for what I did thats why I told. I regretted it.I have been crying since march because I miss my friend.”

 

 It made me wonder why this seems to happen to women over and over again. What is it that makes us forget our heads and fall into the arms of a man before we consider the consequences? Do they have some sort of unseen  power that can’t be stopped? Yeah, I think that’s it.

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The following is a little ditty that kind of illustrates that power and our weakness toward it.

 

Tally stared hard at the man in the dark corner of the bar. She felt her heart stop and then start again. Underneath that cowboy hat was a face she knew and loved. Tally ran to his side and tossed his hat to the floor. He looked up and pulled her lips to his. The long kiss with his melt in her mouth lips and a soft caress was familiar and just the way she liked it. David always knew just how to touch her; it was perfect and exactly what she needed. Tally was a different person now and had vowed to never fall in love again but that idea became buried deep the moment she saw him. The lies, the loneliness and his cheating ways all forgotten with just one kiss. They were lovers from a lifetime ago who had found each other again. Even though she’d prayed that her life would be declared a do-over, this couldn’t be happening. Her eyes were clouded by tears but sight wasn’t necessary as she breathed in the scent of this man she’d missed so much, it was heaven. As her tears subsided she cradled  her hands around his cheeks and took a long look at his face; she knew it was true because the eyes never lie. He still loved her. She could learn to forgive him because lies can be told for good reason and fairy tales sometimes do come true, don’t they? Tally was searching for a new life on her own but found instead that the past was too much a part of her. She couldn’t let go.

 

Just something I wrote a couple years ago and it seemed to fit this situation. DJ if your listening (reading) forget the guy, especially if you really don’t care about him, like you said. Give your friend some time to forgive you, don’t force it. When the time is right you can tell her how sorry you are and forge a new friendship. Good luck to you.

 

It’s getting a little steamy in here I think I’ll go take a cool shower.  On second thought maybe I’ll go find my cowboy hat 😉  Enjoy your day.

xo-jj

 

April 29, 2009 Posted by | bad boys, confessions, lovers | , , , , , , , | 7 Comments

I’m brave or maybe just crazy

Update… I made a few changes to the story. Let me know what you think.

 

Dear friends, I’m pulling out my hair, running around like a mad woman and biting the heads off small children. I desperately need your help! I’ve been struggling with the opening to the chic lit novel with strong romantic elements that I’m currently working on. I can’t seem to set the tone just right. I feel like there may be something missing. I’m 3/4 of the way through my first draft but I’m still not sure about the first few pages.  So, I’m going to throw it out there and let you give me some feedback. I’ll be brave and of course I’ll trust you…

 

 

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Please send me to the beach with a little peace of mind. I need to feel like I’m on the right track before I run off on vacation. 

This is just the first few paragraphs.

 

Updated version

 

And so the sofa diary begins like this… 

 

I was deep in the reverie and wanted to call out his name, just breathe, I told myself. All my life I’d been praying for something big to happen but now the only thing that mattered was a new life with him. I was falling for this boy and he didn’t know the half of it. His eyes made me want to beg, for what I don’t know. I’d had plenty of boyfriends before but none that got inside me and haunted my every thought. I’m not sure what made Alex different, could be his quiet confidence and drive for success. It was probably more like his killer looks that buckled my knees every time I saw him. Something in him brought out a primal need in me that I just couldn’t explain.

My heart stopped when I heard footsteps making their way up to our new loft apartment. I rushed to the door, opened it slightly and then quickly positioned myself on the worn out sofa that was in clear sight as he entered the room. My heart was beating out of control as I couldn’t wait to see his expression when he noticed what I wasn’t wearing. My deliberate demeanor quickly unveiled my intentions. I was so ready to give up unpacking and consummate this new step in our relationship. In fact I had been dreaming of this moment all day. His eyes, his touch, his smell, yes that’s what it was, his smell; it haunted me down to the core. I couldn’t get away from the need to consume every inch of this boy. Alex took one look at me and he understood completely. He tried to place the box down carefully but in his hast the damp cardboard split wide open, spilling my grandmother’s china all over the hardwood floor. He looked over at me with a worried face that anticipated the usual dramatic response from a twenty-three year old girl moving into her first place.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry Bella. Did it break? Damn, couldn’t you have picked a better day to move all this crap?”

I casually picked up the pieces. It was my grandmother’s china and should have meant something to me, but it didn’t. Besides it was the ugliest pattern I’d ever seen. It resembled brown wheat or something similar that didn’t belong on fine china. I wasn’t really the sentimental type and that’s why my dreams of making a life with Alex surprised me so much. He bent down and collected the remaining pieces off the floor. I brushed up against his determined cheek and said softly,

“It’s okay. I’m not worried about a few broken dishes? I have more important plans for you my dear boy. I’ve been waiting for this all day.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the sofa. I took my time unfastening each button and every button of his shirt. I kissed his neck and then pressed my breasts against his bare chest. This caused a shutter to take over me.  He pulled me in and I slid underneath his body. I felt his eagerness, like I was the one he’d been dreaming about. Everything I wanted was to be his one and only dream. I needed to see his eyes, frantically searching to find me. He was no stranger in my dreams. I had to wonder what part I played in his.

I whispered, “I want you” in his ear and moments later, the apartment christening was in motion. Just as he thrust his hips, sending my body hurling to a familiar place, things began to escalate as my toes formed the perfect curl, with a loud crack and then a big crash to the floor. Our half-naked bodies spilled over the hardwood planks.

“What the hell, Bella? Where did you get this piece of shit?” Alex said as he jumped to his feet.

We both laughed as I turned to him and said, “Damn, I’ve had one hell of a week. It started with my uptight mother forbidding me to shack up, then came my first parking ticket, Grandma Bea’s china is broken, and now the only piece of furniture I own is a piece of shit. He flashed me a wink with a promise of better things to come.

It starts simply enough with a twenty something girl and guy, first apartment together, steamy relationship, well you get the picture. Did you get that she’s a girl who is hopelessly head over heels for a guy who is pretty smooth but just along for the ride?

Here are the things that I’d like you to consider in your feedback. What could I do better to set the mood or convey my message? What’s missing? Is there anything that just isn’t working? Be brutal, well maybe not too brutal, but honest 😉

Thanks, I knew I could count on you.

jj

April 6, 2009 Posted by | me, rants, saga | , , , , , , , | 12 Comments