Sunday, May 31, 2009

Writer’s Meltdown

I write with Word Perfect 8, a program that’s out of date and for me I finally realized should be put out to pasture. The reason I say this is, is that more rules for contests open with Microsoft Office Word. I have my sights set on a contest that I can enter electronically but it has to be in rich text format. I Wikipedia rtf (not knowing exactly what it means, computer illiterate that I am) and it says; it’s a format developed by Microsoft.

So to make a long story short, I transferred the required pages of my manuscripts onto Microsoft Office Word (it’s a great program) and in so doing I decided to transfer the remainder of my story onto it as well.

I’ll most likely transfer my other manuscripts, but I’m not looking forwards to it. I’m eager to go forward and dread the thought of transferring hundreds of pages onto another program.

I guess I’ll just have to chalk it up to another hiccup in my journey to being published.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Mother’s Day

Here’s to all the mothers out there. Something about having a child brings out the best in some of us. And not just in humans but animals as well.

My dad told me a story about his dog Boots who was getting on in years. Her step was slower and her eyes dimming with age but when she had that last litter, she was like a pup again. She had more energy and her eyes seemed to clear as she took care of her litter. For a short time the sparkle returned to her life.

That nurturing instinct runs deep in our veins and shows us how connected we all are.

I hope you enjoyed this heart-touching Youtube video clip. I thought it was perfect for today.

Happy Mother’s Day.

Monday, May 4, 2009

Could Hugh Jackman be the next Dirty Harry?

Is it just me or does Hugh Jackman look like Clint Eastwood back in his earlier years?

I watched an old Dirty Harry movie the other day (can’t remember the name of it at the moment), but I couldn’t get over how much these two actors look alike.

Of course Hugh would have to lose the Australian accent (which of course I love), and take on a grittier no-holds-bar demeanor. But I could see him with that cigar clinched at the corner of his mouth, his eyes taking on that challenging glint…

Yeah, it does my heart good to think on it…