A man I met when I was 14, I always looked older than I was and I don't know how old he thought I was, but he looked at me and said "you are so beautiful". I think for the first time I really believed it, I still carry that memory with me today.
Same question
Diane... a wonderful woman that waited tables in a diner across from the docks where Dad's boat was moored. She knew (and didn't care much for) Dad, knew how he felt about me and just did everything she could to make me feel good about myself. I don't think I would have survived my teen years without her.
Last edited by BibliophileTRJ; 03-20-2007 at 04:00 PM.
You forgot to ask another question
oops....
What is your most prized possession?
My thoughts, feelings, imagination........
What do you wish you could do with your life, other than what you are doing??
Travel. Forever. One lifelong sightseeing tour.
(If you meant for work; I have no idea...I'm not qualified to do anything but fish)
Domer....it's been great "getting to know you".... but I've got to go. Getting close to port & need to prepare.
What was your favorite childhood toy?
My bear b.d...alas I have to go to....
I'll see you laater on the forum
Same question
May I just interject and add, thank god for Diane. And I send you a hug from me.Originally Posted by BibliophileTRJ
Question For The Thread: Do you like music as much as books?
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
Yes! Music plays a huge part in my life.
What kind of music do you like?
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
My musical tastes are eclectic, but I will list a few of my absolute loves: I love the sound of someone playing the piano, from the sound of a simple practice session, to the grand recordings I have of Masters playing Chopin and the like.... awesome!
For cd's that I mindlessly listen to for whatever reason, hmmm ... well I do love Leonard Cohen intensely (for poetry and music), but I also love Nirvana, and the sultry sounds of kd lang (she uses all lowercase).
Thats all I shall say for now, for fear of becoming boring.
Question for the next poster -- when is your favorite time of day to sit down and write write write?
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
Late at night...some of the best things I have done have been in the very early hours of the morning. (like 3 and 4am)
Same Question to the next poster.
penuriosus est is quisnam denies scientia
Asa Adams
Currently reading
Ethan Frome
Portrait of an artist.....again*sigh*
either early in the morning or late or night...whenever my soul starts hollaring for expression and overflows and can get no peace until i find pen and paper...
great question continue on....when is your favorite time of day to sit down and write write write?
My favorite time of day to write is in the early morning, after I have walked the dog. I usually let my mind wander aimlessly, and of course, I carry a small notepad/pen (YA GOTTA!!). Then, once at home, I can usually feel the muse.
[beware, it doesn't always go that way....we all get the nefarious "Writer's Block"]
And so, I ask the next person, what is YOUR favorite time of day to sit down and write write write?
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
In the evening right in between the point of seeing the sunset and complete darkness. You know when the sky is blood-stained red with a few other colors and the star right behind them.
I would like to ask this next reader, are there any strange rituals when you write?
Ex: I prop my feet up and turn on a song that fits my mood (sad day-depressing song)
JUST KEEP SWIMMING!
JUST KEEP SWIMMING!
JUST KEEP SWIMMING, SWIMMING, SWIMMING!
WHAT DO WE DO?
WE SWIM!
Yup. First, it has to be dark outside. Then, I go into my room, shut the door (I don't have a doorknob, so sometimes my cat comes in), close the curtains, take my shoes off and sit crosslegged on my bed.
What do you write about?
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."
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