Novel out the door.

Today I gained the courage to send my novel, HAIL MARY! THE AVE MARIA DIARIES, to Ms. Ellen Levine.

What an interesting day too.
On this day, Tennessee Williams was born along with many other Literary greats, my favorite poet, Robert Frost and it is the day set aside to honor the Arch Angel Gabriel, who was the guardian of Mary, Mother of God, while she lived on earth! How amazing that I would choose this as the day to send off the novel. I took the name Alabama of course after Tennessee and the novel is in fact based on Mary and her powers and of course the fictional part is all about seeking redemption which was the basis for many of Tennessee's plays.

So..............with a wing and a prayer I send my novel to be judged and I pray Ms. Levine likes it enough to find a publisher.

Today the sun can not decide what to do, yet again, clouds reign.

Thanks, friends for stopping by.

Being Liberal, what it means

If you give a damn for the child in the house with no food, no electricity and no parents, pull out your pockets and pay up, then you are most likely a Democrat and Liberal.

Why, does this simple test pass the test of time over and over and over again.

Ask your friends, when was the last time you went to a slum and lent a hand.

Our country is in trouble, people not because of these threats, we are in trouble because of the PEOPLE doing these stupid acts. These people are REPUBLICANS, yes, face up you people who also believe abortion is murder. I can't even think right now, to write, I am so angry, so upset at the ignorance of this breed we call the human race. Some people are at the same level as rats and pond scum.

I wish Michael Moore would answer my phone and help him plan a REVOLUTION, a billion man/woman march to take back our country, it isn't too late, in another month it very well may be.

Good Save Obama.
Sarah Palin, stay at home with your children where you belong.
And both sides, stop fanning these flames of ignorance.

We have lost too many. Lincoln, JFK, RFK, MartinLK, too many good ones are gone
by ignorance.

We are killing the peacekeepers.

Today

Silence. Stillness. Silliness.

There is something there in those words as they dance today in my head.

I need silence to write rand stillness to quiet my spirit and soul, and silliness to remind me
what is important in life.

Many people ask me how I write.
Well, it always comes with an image. My screen play came from an article I read in Vogue about a woman in Manhatten who had a maid who was Amish and she swept the front porch each day in her Amish attire, that image stuck in my head for along time until I realized it was a seed for Rienhart's Bend, my screenplay.

Then for THE AVE MARIA DIARIES, I had the thought about redemption and how to receive it back. After years of mis-guided choices, I thought of our blessed Mother, Ave Maria and wanted to talk to her, so I came up with the diary notion, then all these characters broke free in my head and it came to life. Of course, there was much food from growing up at Northport Baptist where the great scandal of Stanley took place, so I embelished, as I am prone to do even in everyday conversation and started this whole murder of a sorry ass preacher, they do exist. It was fun, and revealed to me what was important in life. Listening to God whisper, in a quiet way, not the hail and brimstone of growing up Baptist where each Sunday I felt I needed to walk the walk and be rebaptized over and over and over again. I know now that feeling stems from emotional preaching they learn at a Seminary.

So for today, Silence, Stillness, Silliness. I got to figure out how to be silly, any suggestions?
I could roll a yard, harmless, except for being an eyesore, or maybe just buy a bottle of bubbles and go in the sun and blow bubbles until the jar is empty and then that would make me feel
a connection to rememberances past.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever----------J. Keats, dead at 25, never knew how great he was,
I pray he does in Heaven.

Thank you my friends.
Love.
P. aka, Alabama Brown

Random Musings

Tonight I am really down, low, sad, blue, melancholy. It is real, and familiar.
The pines stand tall against the ancient river outside my window.
A barge passes and doesn't know I am standing at my kitchen window wanting to go there too.
Where? I don't care, as long as it is somewhere other than here,
Where pine trees compete with me for the river view.

I love Spring.
I love Autumn.
I love Summer.
I detest Winter.

I love birds, and thoughts of angels, and fairies who come at midnight and kiss my eyes.

I love bowls of oranges in my kitchen and orchids blooming against my windows.

I love the way I feel after I have cleaned the oven. Why?

I love the way my pillow feels after I iron my pillow case with lavender water.

I love life most of the time and the rest of the time, I try to sleep.

I believe in goodness.

I remember going to the Dairy King and standing at the "white's only window" and watching my black friends wait in line at the "colored window".

I remember Martin Luther King when he was living, and knowing he was right.

I remember going to see George Corley Wallace after his famous stand in the schoolhouse door and being frightened.

I remember Mississippi burnings.

I remember too much in my head.

I am a writer.

Because I choose to remember and write it all down for the generations to come so we won't ever forget.

I remember Gale and I dancing to David Bowie when Patti Hearst was held in prison, and causing a riot in Birmingham with our chant, "Free Patti Hearst", what night that was.

I have loved poets, painters and photographers. I married the engineer.

Spread love.

Seek God and He will draw closer to you.

Hail Mary The Ave Maria Diaries, Alabama Brown

What can I say, what is left to say. After 3 years the novel is finished, why am I so afraid to print, box it up, and send it off?

It is like my child, apart of me that is vulnerable and fragile.

I do not want someone to rip it apart and make it into a Danielle Steel novel.

Everyone thinks they have written the best novel ever. I have never made that claim, I do believe; however, that this novel, HAIL MARY! THE AVE MARIA DIAIRES, is inspiring and perhaps will help someone who is dealing with a traumatic past resolve some issues because when you write something down, read it, it all appears different.

So, today is the day, I will print it out, kiss the front page and send it off to Ms. Ellen Levine.
Then wait. Pray. Hope. That is all we can do, Hope and Pray. The rest of it is in God's Hand. I really do believe that. And that makes it seem real and acceptable to send out my fragile little novel.

Excerpt from THE GHOST DANCER'S SHIRT

HAIL MARY! THE AVE MARIA DIARIES IS OUT THE DOOR TO ELLEN LEVINE!
A sample of new novel:

Caretaking

As many of you know my beloved, Jim had an injury while attempting to revive his basketball career at age 52, mind you he hasn't played in 20 years, but he thought he would run with the young wolves and relive his days of glory. High School glory. They don't have a BB team at MIT.
So, he falls and ruptures his achilles tendon, that is the one that runs down your leg and attaches to your foot, the strongest one on the human body and the one that allows you to walk, run, function basically. He had a brilliant surgeon, Dr. Angus McBryde, who wouldn't go for a surgeon with that name. He has been in bed now since last Friday, he is weak, depressed, and sad I think that time has caught up with him, it is the age syndrome. We all age, many of us age faster than others, those that smoke, drink heavily, eat doughnuts and fried chicken once a day, but Jim has done any of those bad things, he just grew complacent with his ageing never dreaming that one day he would be 52. He has always been the golden boy, and now he has a crown of grew curls framing his beautiful blue eyes and his arms are weak and his leg is useless and he is sad and I am tired from cooking so many healthy meals and making sure he doesn't have a fever and just running myself mad with this caretaking.

But the oddest thing has happened. I have a helper. Forrest Gump, our two year old kitty with three legs (born that way) has stepped up to the challenge. She has always preferred Jim to me and I have always been jealous of that, but now she is sleeping on his injured leg, actually sleeping on it. She won't leave his side. Her instinct has told her that something is wrong with him and she is so dear. I couldn't make it without Forrest Gump.

Life is like a box of chocolates you never know what you are going to get. I got lucky 15 years ago and got my beloved, Jim.