Good Morning Teen Angels...
A splendid time was had by all, and many of Jacksonville’s homeless cats reaped the reward, at last night’s Community Cat Advocates’ 4th annual Music for Meows!!!, held at the San Marco institution, Jackrabbits.
Thanks again Heather - you are a treasure. Below are some pics - they’re will be more ...
As always I am thankful for another chance to do what i love - make music with my friends and family - thank you God.
Here’s some more information about Community Cat Advocates
AND NOW A DO-OVER
I wrote five 600 word stories last week, as a writing improvement exercise. They all received fair grades except for one - my attempt at a horror story. It wasn’t very good - it did not live up to the standards set by the GroovyLand board set up to determine such things. So I get to do one do over. I still have to finish my Story Writing by Tweet exercise - it’s harder than you think - I ‘ll have that for you next week.
And now for your listening pleasure my 600 word horror story re-do WARNING it’s not your usual Sunday morning reading.
Behind Bars of Irony
Lester Wills never liked to write, he was good at it, very good, but he always wanted to be doing something else. How he ended up with thirteen best selling horror novels to his credit, he’ll never know. Life is irony.
He knew his secret for writing however - act like it’s your last day on earth - then write about it. His last day on Earth consisted of drugs, violence, terror and no regard for life. His horror novels were actually autobiographies with the names, situations, and places changed. He made his living being a sociopath.
Existing on the edge of the abyss made for great writing but terrible living. But, terrible living is what people want in their horror stories. Lester knew that if he changed enough of the details of his actual life he could deliver, and no one would be the wiser. He finished his most recent work, made sure there was nothing that could possibly connect him to the crime and emailed it to his agent, who was to forward it to the FBI consultant hired as a technical adviser. It was a story based on a particularly heinous crime, one that stayed in the Arizona papers for months.
When only 17, Lester had gone off the deep end after a night of mixing Cocaine and cheap Tequila. It was the night he lost his moral compass, a tool he never found, or looked for again. The result of this teenage rampage was the death of 3 collage girls and their boyfriends - Unsolved murders - gruesome scene - a murder mystery - a horror story. The media called it the “Cocaine Murders”
His agent replied the next day...
Les, this recent work concerns me - did you mean to leave it in the first person, it reads as if you are the killer quoting from your diary. Please revise to your standard third person narrative with fictitious locations, details and names, Thanks.
Lester was confused - he checked his computer - just as he had written it: 3rd person - fictitious dates - names - locations - occupations. Had his agent been working too much? He triple checked. Everything was as it should be - he re-sent it. His agent instantly replied.
Les, you have resent your last email without changes - please make changes and resend.
Lester worried. He knew he had sent the proper draft. He opened the original file and couldn’t believe his eyes, this time it was like his agent had said, a 345 page written confession to the “Cocaine Murders”. As beads of sweat covered his forehead he frantically changed the manuscript - after triple checking and triple checking again Lester was satisfied that all was fine. He sent the file.
Les, there seems to be a breakdown in our communication. Maybe you’ve been working too hard. I will have my assistant make the proper changes and send it to the consultant.
Agent Michaels was to retire in 3 weeks, this last year with the bureau as a consultant had been the perfect way of slipping into retirement and civilian life. But there were still unsolved cases that always haunted him, one was the gruesome murder of 6 teenagers in Arizona that happened over 30 years ago. You can imagine his surprise when, in his email, was a written and signed confession to those murders by a well known and respected novelist. It included details that only the killer would know.
That afternoon fifteen FBI agents arrested Lester Wills - He is serving life in prison where he’s forced to write letters home by inmates less eloquent than he. Life is Irony behind iron bars.
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just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\