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.

Life without Botox

Okay, I am 56, hurts to say that somedays when I am hurting all over from whatever maladies I have, but I can look into the mirror and say I have no regrets because I am me, all over, no Botox, plastic injections, my breasts sag and hang like thieves on a lover's cross, but who cares, I don't.

What has the world come to? Really, will someone tell me. I don't get the world anymore, I think I am an alien.

Alabama Brown says, The Ghost Dancer's Shirt is one month away!

The Ghost Dancer's Shirt is almost done and ready for the publisher. Great reveiws so far, so excited. This wonderful Paiute Mystic meets with a modern age Jean de Arc for some fireworks and a super supernatural ending! Keep reading!
Love and compasion,
Alabama Brown

Alabama Brown says, HAIL MARY! THE AVE MARIA DIARIES IS FINISHED AND READY FOR THE PUBLISHER!

Yes, it is true, Hail Mary! The Ave Maria Diaries is finished and ready for the publisher. I am so hopeful, I have about 14 agents interested and I am very excited about finding someone who will believe in me and all my ongoing projects. The Ghost Dancer's Shirt is almost finished and ready for the editor, J. Palmer Brown, so we shall see, also I have a book of poetry ready.

Keep watching and looking and hoping with me,

Kindest love and compassion,
Alabama Brown