HIP TO BE THERE

As a writer…

I’m observant…

Or as some have scolded me,

“You’re staring at people again. Stop it.”

But  when I go to Tulum…

I can’t help it…

It’s an observable city…

The ruins, the Maya people, (who live like ordinary folk)…

The local shops and great eateries...

The nature preserves, and of course the beaches.

But mostly I stare...er I mean 'observe'…

The hippies. Every genre of them.

And trust me, I know hippies…

I’ve been to love-ins at Griffith Park way back when…

When the first hippies gathered in droves...

And whirled barefoot and high to music I couldn’t hear.

In Tulum you can actually see a few of those original hippies…

Evidenced by the length of their dreads…

The grunge around their toenails…

And rail thin leathery bodies with old tattoos.

Then there are the newbie hippies…

With their short dreads, clean faces…

Fat on their bones, and new tattoos.

There’s also the backpacker hippies…

Disheveled young foreigners roaming the streets…

In search of a hostel and a doobie.

And finally there are the tourist hippies…

Those bandana and hippie bangle wearing wannabes...

Trying to have an experience while on vacation.

So?

Ever been, dressed like, or wanted to be a hippie? 
Or...
Have you ever been scolded for 'observing' too long?

Always, Em-Musing

GOT MILK? THEN PLEASE DON'T!

What is it about lactating white women…

When they come to a paradise like Akumal…

They turn into "Earth" mothers?

Don’t get me wrong…

I’m not opposed to breast feeding in public…

(Or white women. Obviously, I’m one)

But a little modesty please.

The local Mexican and Maya women...

Cover themselves.

Yeah, we all know what’s going on under the covering…

But there are no dripping nipples in anyone’s face…

Except for the toddler’s that is…

That’s right, toddler. Like the one I saw yesterday…

Sitting upright...
With his legs wrapped around his mother's waist...
Tapping the overflowing mommy fountain.

And if exposed nipples weren't annoying enough...

These women strut with smug looks on their faces…

As if they're saying, "Look at meeeeeee!"

What do you women want?

An atta girl for showing your breasties?

And husbands…

Buck up and tell your women to cover up…

There’s a whole restaurant full of people…

Who can’t stop staring long enough…

To finish their meal till the toddler finishes his meal.

And now I wish I'd ordered scrambled eggs...
Instead of sunny side up! 
Plus, I've got better things to do...
Than see grown men drool in their frijoles.

"La cuenta, por favor. Por FAVOR!"

So?

What's your take on this topic?

C’mon, give it a squeeze.

Always, Em-Musing
 

MY TIME IN PRISON

So there I was…

Back home in the States visiting…

Without the comfort of my big laptop…

When I get a request from an agent.

After tapping into the cloud power of Dropbox…

Where my manuscript, synopsis, and author bio were…

I needed ‘writer eyes’ to give them the once over.

Who? Where? When?

Ah HAH! Of course! My writer buds of MVRWA!

And I knew where to find a few that Saturday morning…

Prison!

I had to break in.

“Um, hi guys I need your mojo.”

Just then the warden’s finger shook in my face.

“Ya know we come to Panera to write, not socialize.”

(Panera is a coffee/bakery shop)

It was Shay, the author of erotica, wagging her finger.

Yikes! What next? Her whip?

“Give her a break,” Connie said. She needs our help.”

And so with the discerning eyes...

Of my fellow MVRWA writers…

All my requested materials were given the thrice over.

And then with hugs, kisses, and wishes of good luck…

They bid me adieu.

“Thanks you guys, I really appreciate it.”

“Next time you’re in town and come to Panera Prison…

We expect you to write! For at least two hours.”

I nodded. Boy, is the warden tough or what?

And what can I say about Panera Prison?

It works!

Since they started it six months ago…

All prisoners have signed with publishers or agents.

So?

Got any prison stories of your own?

Always, Em-Musing

OUT OF THIN AIR

Phew!

I’ve been flying here and there so much lately…

I could take up squatter’s rights in the air.

And speaking of air…

Just last week while in the States…

I turned on...

Tuned in…

And dropped out…

Of thin air.

And all because I was high...

But not from drugs...

From an agent.

Ya see, while I was gone…

My query letter garnered a request from an agent...

But my manuscript, synopsis and bio…

Were back in Mexico on my main laptop.

And then—ah HAH! I remembered...

Dropbox!

So I turned on and tuned into the clouds.

Yes! They were there!

But wait...

Although I’ve tweaked all three for eons…

I needed the discerning eyes of another writer…

For one last critique.

And that’s when I dropped into prison...

To visit a few writer buds.

Tomorrow I’ll explain the who, what, and why of...

Prison.

Always, Em-Musing

THE WHEN AND WHY OF IT

When is a vacation not a vacation?

When you have dozens of people to see…

A thousand things to do…

And too many places to be.

When is a blogger not a blogger?

When she’s on vacation.

Sorry I’ve been absent from the blogosphere…

I’ve been on vacation in the States.

I’ll catch up with y'all on the flipside next week.

Always, Em-Musing

DELIVERED D LETTERS

26 letters…

26 posts…

Ah yes…the A-Z Challenge.

What can I say?

Well of course thanks…

To all my new followers…

And all those that commented…

And definitely the hosts…

But my thoughts? My feelings?

Well…

It was different than I thought.

Although I prewrote most of the posts…

Anticipating that I didn’t want to feel frantic…

There was no way to anticipate…

The amount of time in reciprocation.

I felt a bit overwhelmed…

Actually, a lot overwhelmed…

So many writers…

So many blogs…

Am I glad I participated?

You betcha!

Because the best part…

Is being part of a community…

A community that shares the same wants and desires…

Fears and insecurities…

And the love of writing.

Always, Em-Musing

CHEW ON THIS

As I walked in my jungle yesterday...

Watching a Mayan crew...

Clear some of the vegetation...

I marveled at all the trees…

Specifically the many chicle trees…

That have large “X” marks scarring their trunks…

Evidence of how they were harvested in the late 1800’s

For their sap which was used to make gum…

Hence the brand Chiclets.

(although the Mayans were chewing the sap for centuries)

There were also many other tree species I’ve yet to learn...

Plus many downed trees…

Which sparked my memory for this saying…

“If a tree falls in the forest/jungle…

And no one is there, does it make a noise?”

But a more probing question .

As I doused myself with Off…

If there are no  humans for mosquitoes to suck on

Whose blood do they suck?

Well…

I’m off for a few days…

Heading for the States again.

I’ll be back on the 7^th…

With my commentary of the A-Z Challenge.

Always, 

Em-Musing

Z END

The alphabet is a journey of 26 letters...
Each letter begins a new story.

(sing along to the tune of Frank Sinatra's "My Way")

And now…

The end is here…

And we face the final curtain…

My blogger friends, I’ll say it clear…

I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain.

I partook in the A-Z Challenge...

I’ve written each and every letter…

But more, much more than this…

I did it my way.

It was fun meeting new bloggers….

I loved challenging my brain for 26 days….

And now I have nothing more to say…

Except…

I wish you the…

Zsa Zsa Zoo!

What’s that? What’s the Zsa Zsa Zoo?

According to Carrie Bradshaw…

In an episode of Sex in the City…

It’s that excited feeling in your stomach..

When you meet someone. (when she met Berger)…

For me?

The Zsa Zsa Zoo is...
That excited feeling you get…

In life…

In love…

In your writing.

And so A-Z Challengers…

I say adiew…

And I wish for you...
In all that you do….

You find…

The Zsa Zsa Zoo!

Always, Em-Musing

YEAH BABY!

 
The alphabet is a journey of 26 letters...
Each letter begins a new story.

Yesterday’s post was a tease…

A “words provoking a visual” tease.

No sooner had I posted though...

I had to leave for the rest of the day...

So this morning is the first time…

I could open my blog to see comments…

And if I got any new followers and…

YOWSA!

I DO have a new follower…

From Chennai Escorts.

Really!

An excort service in India.

(of course I looked it up)

And there was a comment left.

(check out yesterday’s post)

Hmm?

Someone at this escort service…

Likes my blog and can’t wait for more?

Really?

Now that’s a tease...

For me!

Am I bad? Naughty?

Sorry!

But my curiosity is turned on…

How did she stumble upon my blog?

Was it between ‘services’?

Is she a writer under covers?

What word (s) in my post…

Titillated an escort…

From across the globe?

And I have a confession…

I've never heard of one of the escort's services...

A milk fetish. (?)

It gives a new meaning to: Got Milk?

So?

Who is the strangest new follower you got...

During this A - Z Challenge?

Always, Em-Musing

X'd OUT

The alphabet is a journey of 26 letters...
Each letter begins a story.

Harder!

Oh, yeah baby…

Work it!

Come on…

You can do it…

What’s that?

You need to be whipped…

Into submission?

Oh, I can do that…

I’ll give you all I got…

That’s right…

I can do it for hours, baby!

NOT how I like it!

I prefer a more gentle touch when I...
Work on my…

W.I.P.

What?

Where did your imagination go?

What scenarios did your mind create...

That I didn’t write?

And that’s the part of writing…

That fascinates me…

How an author writes scenes...

Not just with words…

But without words.

OK, what I wrote is an ambiguous tease…

But let me ask you...

When it comes to sex or romance in stories…

Do you prefer it x-plicit “in your face”?
Or do you like your imagination...
To be seduced?

Always, Em-Musing