OF CORPSE!

HALLOWEEN…

A time for…

Necrophilia!

At least for me…

Because…

1)  I’m reading Tess Gerritsen’s The Apprentice...

That has a necrophiliac serial killer, and…

2)  My granddaughter…

Whose Halloween costume this year is…

The bride from Tim Burton’s Corpse Bride.

Of course my curiosity about necrophilia led me to…

Sites about real cases of necrophiliacs in…

Fiction, movies, TV, and songs.

And all I can say is…

EEUUWWWW!

And while learning is always fascinating…

I don’t always like to have grisly details…

Floating in my head.

And while my granddaughter looks darling in her costume…

I must say I didn’t think too deep..

When the Corpse Bride movie came out...

That the real subject was necrophilia.

Did you?

Anyway…

Happy Halloween…

And which way do your Halloween costumes go?

Cute? Silly? Sexy?

Or…

Grisly? Gory? Scary?

Me?

I just give out the candy.

Always, Em-Musing 

I'M OUTTA HERE!

Just a few notes...
First...
THANKS to all my new followers...
If I haven't visited your sites yet...
I will as soon as I can.
Second...
Hurricane Rinna is heading this way...
And I'm evacuating further inland to...
Safer grounds in Valladolid.
While they offer Internet service...
Who knows with the hurricane...
If I'll be able to get on.
Till later...
Via con Dios

OH, O!

It was inevitable…

Bound to happen…

That I’d say something ridiculous one day…

In Spanish…

I'm trying to learn the language on my own...

And I find it interesting...

That “o” or “a” at the end of a word…

Changes the meaning, for example…

Hermano is brother

Hermana is sister.

Also interesting...

Is that many Spanish words look like English words…

Except with an “o” at the end. …

Like concrete. In Spanish it is concreto.

So I figure if I just add “o” at the end of an English word…

I might be able to bluff my way...

Till I really learn the language.

Well, yesterday, I’d been writing for a few hours…

And thought it’d be nice to go out and get some coffee.

I drove to the local coffee shop…

Sidled up to the counter…

And feeling confident I could at least order some coffee…

I said, “Mitrias café mocho por favor?”

The young woman looked at me and smiled.

“Si,” I said smiling back, “mocho con creama y asucar.”

Now the woman is really laughing and two others have joined in.

What in the hell did I say that was so funny?

An American standing behind me—also laughing—piped in…

“You just order boogers with cream and sugar.”

“I did?”

“Moch-A is a blend of coffee,” the woman explained…

“Moch-O means boogers. And it’s spelled differently.’”

Thankfully, I still know how to have a sense of humor…

And this loca gringa  laughed along with them.

So?

Ever say something totally ridiculous in a foreign language?

Or do you have a funny story about you and a moko?

Always, Em-Musing

UNPLUGGED

Finally!  I’m back!

I’ve been without the Internet…

For daaays now…

And when I can’t connect…

To the rest of this world…

It feels like I’m on another planet….

Well… not that bad…

But the storms that came through…

Here in Akumal...
Were that bad…

Knocking down lines...

And then it took some time…

To get them back up.

Anyway…

It’s been impossible to do and keep up with…

Posting on my blog and social networking…

But I’ll do my best to catch up.

While I was waiting for the Internet to reappear…

I went through lots of emotions…

Anger…

Frustration…

The old, 'woe is me’ syndrome…

To finally surrendering.

And then like a bolt from above...

Inspiration!

Instead of plugging into the Internet...

I plugged into me...

And I wrote, and wrote, and wrote, and wrote!

So?

Have you ever unexpectedly not had the Internet?

How did you feel when you couldn't connect?

Always, Em-Musing

STUCKY NOTE

As I sit here in beautiful, tropical Akumal, Mexico…

I realize…

I'm exactly where I've always wanted to be...

Though I haven't always known where “where” was…

I just knew there'd be palm trees and a jungle..

But I hadn’t actually heard of Akumal…

Till last year…

And now it seems as if this destination…

Is asking me, “What took you so long?”

Ah, good question.

Many years ago my parents yanked me from New York…

And stuck me in the Midwest…

And I remained there because of…

Obligation.

Though it was a sweet obligation...

Raising my two daughters.

Then about ten years ago…

I went on a Caribbean cruise…

I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

Especially my sinuses…

They opened up, and I took in volumes oxygen…

I felt giddy!  I felt alive! I--

Didn’t want to leave.

And my eyes begged to continue to see the beauty…

For the rest of their/my life.

And now, at this time of my life…

My eyes, my sinuses, but mostly my spirit…

Are asking me this question…

What is keeping me...

From living my dream in paradise now?

Fear?

Guilt?

And really, my writing career…

Such as it is… is portable…

I’m portable.

Before I leave this planet…

I must be true to myself—to my spirit…

Though it won’t be quite a cinch…

There are those who can’t understand…

My need to find happiness on my terms…

And they wield guilt…

Like a vampire slayer plunging a stake in my heart.

So?

To you my fellow writers…

Or anyone reading this blog...

I ask you…

Are you where you want to be?

Or are you stuck? And if so, by what?

And how long will you wait…

To be where you really want to be?

Always, Em-Musing

SIZE DOES MATTER

Sorry, size does matter…

At least to me…

But only when it comes to stroking…

Keystroking  that is…

On my computer’s and Droid’s keyboard.

I am in Akumal, Mexico now…

On my working vacation…

And have with me my handy dandy Acer laptop…

But just as my body has to acclimate to travelling…

My fingers have to acclimate to the size of my keyboard.

At home, I have a normal sized keyboard…

Where my fingers can fly across the keyboard with the greatest of ease.

On my mini laptop, however…

I have to remember to squeeze my fingers closer together…

And only use the tippy tips...

Because often, I’ll be keystroking away…

Only to look up and—huh?

What in the hell did I just write?

Seems to me that if you purchase a downsized laptop…

There ought to be a way to downsize your fingers.

And when it comes to my Droid…

Or any cell phone with texting capabilities…

I have to resort to using the tips of my fingernails.

Because once again I’ll be texing away and—huh?

What in the hell did I just write?

But the gobbledegook in this case is Droid’s fault…

Always second guessing what I want to say.

I hate that!

So?

Does size matter to you…

When it comes to keyboards?

Or are you a pro?

And know how to handle any size?

Always, Em-Musing

QUEEN OF THE UNIVERSE

It’s another—tah tah tah…

“If I were Queen of the universe” post!

So...If I were Queen of the universe I would…

Declare today and forever more…

That there be a no more guilt for bloggers…

About why you haven’t posted for a while.

Every week on someone’ s blog I read…

Where they apologize for not blogging.

Hey! Life happens…

There will be days and weeks…

That blogging is just not—cannot be the priority.

So I say, It’s OK that you miss posting…

You don’t have to apologize…

We other blogers understand.

OK, I say this BUT…if I haven’t posted in a month…

You might want to get the cadaver dogs sniffing my place…

To make sure I’m OK.

But really all you, me and us writers…

NO GUILT…

If you don’t post when you said you were gonna…

It’s OK. OK?

Blogging has to be fun, right?

As if writing, editing, marketing isn’t stressful enough…

We don’t need to add more to our plate…

Unless we have time, and find it satisfying.

And seriously,

I don’t know how most of ya’ll bloggers do it anyways…

On your blogs you have contests, guest authors…

Book reviews, query critiques blogfests, and graphics to boot!

I applaud you. I’m in awe of you…

But I’m not like you.

Because as you can see…

I just blather what’s up in my head…

And hope it entertains.

Because first and foremost…I am a storyteller…

Everyday I hiccup a story. That’s all I do.

So, I’ll Ieave the more sophisticated blogs…

To the rest of you creative folks.…

Who do a waaaaay better job than I ever could.

And I say all this because I’m off on another working vacation...

And my blog posts may be sporadic—doh! Se? I’m doing it too.

Hey, see you soon...

And I will be checking your blog posts. 

Always, Em-Musing

JUMPING PENMANSHIP

 I long for simpler electronic days…

Like when I was a kid…

Home electronics consisted of a TV with 3 channels …

With rabbit ears that wiggled to get a clear picture…

Or transistor radios you turned in your hand for reception.

Who would ever dream that everyday…

I’d sit in front of an electronic machine…

That has software running without me doing anything…

With things like Alerts, Messages, and Updates

Popping up all the time wanting me to do something.

I don’t want to think about all of that…

I just want to write.

I guess I could resort to pen and tablet…

But unfortunately I’ve lost the ability to write…

Legibly that is.

I now can type my thoughts faster…

Than my poor hand can keep up with.

Guess I’ve gone from cursive to Qwerty.

And I seems schools are doing the same.

Forty-one states aren’t teaching kids cursive anymore.

What are you thoughts on that?

Is your child learning cursive?

I can hear my grandkids telling their kids one day…

“In the olden days, we used to have to write with something called a pen.”

Hmm? Wonder what else due to technology…

Will get lost along the way?

Always, Em-Musing