Be The First To Do Your Thing

In honor of Women's History Month, I bring you a blurb about the first published American woman writer.  Thank you, Anne, for paving the way with a precedence that declares no matter who or where you are, or when your place in time is, you can DO YOUR THING!

So, get out there and do your thing, people!  Be first, be middle, be last.....  whatever, just BE!

Bradstreet, Anne (Dudley)

Bradstreet, Anne (Dudley), c.1612–1672, early American poet, b. Northampton, England, considered the first significant woman author in the American colonies. She came to Massachusetts in the Winthrop Puritan group in 1630 with her father, Thomas Dudley, and her husband, Simon Bradstreet, both later governors of the state. A dutiful Puritan wife who raised a large family, she nevertheless found time to write poetry. In 1650 her first volume of verse appeared in London as The Tenth Muse Lately Sprung Up in America. It was followed by Several Poems (Boston, 1678), which contains “Contemplations,” probably her best work. Her verses are often derivative and formal, but some are graced by realistic simplicity and genuine feeling.

Read more: Anne (Dudley) Bradstreet — Infoplease.com http://www.infoplease.com/ce6/people/A0808679.html#ixzz1nsti2GXs

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Mi Vida La Brea

Since Thanksgiving week, really, I have been trudging though life's muck to get to a place of freedom.  You know that place?  Where work, and finances, and life, and relationships all conspire at the exact same time to demand your immediate and unwavering attention?  It kinda feels like this:

Because of this cosmic convergence, I have dropped the ball majorly on the book reviews I promised to do.  I read three books in 4 days over Thanksgiving, and have yet to post one word about them.

Well, I will be correcting this problem in the upcoming week.  I don't want to post all three reviews on the same day, as I feel they each deserve individual attention; however, they will all be done by this time next Friday, March 9th.

Stay tuned for my new recommendations:

Hunter: A Thriller
by Robert Bidinotto

Dusk and Summer
by Joseph Pinto

Flowers for Evelene
by Joseph Pinto

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Stalker Friday

I started wondering what would happen if I was stalking it forward... if I stalk someone and tell three people about it, then they start stalking that person and tell three more people, and so on, and so on...

We could amass, and descend on the unsuspecting, and I could declare myself Queen of the Stalker Horde.

We could, but I don't think we'd be any match for my next victim subject, as I have good intel that she keeps bodyguards hidden in her dishwasher.

Please let's all give a warm stalkery welcome to Paige Kellerman, possibly the funniest blogger ever....  I mean seriously, Sisterhood of the Travelling Toilet Paper????  She, and Husband, with Butch and Sundance turn every day life into a fascinating adventure, one I long to join daily, via internet lurking.

Paige, Never. Stop. Writing.  Or else be prepared to be ding dong ditched by a stalker flash mob....  Except in November, when we're all obsessing about our NaNoWriMo word count.... but after that, sister, I mean.... feel the rage with every tinkling little bell.  There may even be knocking involved.  Oh the humanity!

How can I describe the emotional rollercoaster of clicking my bookmarked link to her treasure trove of a site and realizing, this is the same tasty morsel I munched on yesterday?  It's like waiting for three months for the man of your dreams to come around the corner, and you hear footsteps and see a shadow, and it turns out to be the neighbors Fed Ex delivery from Jelly of the Month club.  Utterly disappointing, right?

Well, unless the Fed Ex guy is the man of your dreams, which is totally plausible...  I don't judge.

I Wish I Was A Stalker

I have, for many months, been a lurker.  I've been travelling the Shanghai Maglev of life, only able to catch glimpses of my surroundings. A passerby of other's lives. Recently, however, I have been able to slow down and participate in conversations, relax and enjoy the stories.

Oh, how I would love to be able to shed my self even more and become a stalker! Oh, to be a fly on the wall in the lives of the interesting and compelling people I have met!  And no, I'm not talking about Jodie Foster, whom I appreciate yet feel no compulsion towards whatsoever. I'm talking about my author/writer friends who could hold me captive with their words 24/7.

Therefore, I am officially declaring Friday 'Stalker Day'.

This blog will pimp shamelessly the delicious morsels I have discovered, recruiting others to join the stalker army.  It's kind of like a Zombie Legion, only with clear minds and appendages intact.

Our first victim...  errr, "Celebrity"....  is none other than AG, aka Regected Riter, @regectedriter. 

Go to his blog....  NOW.

It's okay, I'll wait....
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See what I mean?????  I KNOW, RIGHT??

I check his blog every single day, and when he goes too long without posting, I'm like, I wish I was a stalker so I could find out what's going on right now!

And a blog series was born.

Mind Candy Grand Opening

...and I mean that in the sexiest way possible... *sultry grin*

While I intend to lean toward the cheeky, the smexy, and occasionally the downright hot postings, I believe that the mind is stimulated, tantalized and bent by variety.  I adore things that make me go 'hmmmmmm', and I think you will too.

Thursday, April 7, 2011....   What an interesting day to start a blog, yes?  Many would have chosen a less middle-of-the-week day, or perhaps a 'beginning' date, like the 1st.  I chose today for its uniqueness.

Exhibit A:

April 7, 1969 – The Internet's symbolic birth date: publication of RFC 1.

What, was Al Gore like, 9?  Child prodigy, I tell you...

This day was the start of a revolution. When I think about what life was like before the internet... well, it is older than I am, but there was a time during my life when it wasn't a place for everyone.  Just your average Joe Blow couldn't hop on his laptop (there weren't any) and surf over to Amazon.com and pick up the latest copy of  'A Walk In The Snark.'  Hehehe....  she said blow.

Now, we shop, communicate, give gifts, date, publish novels.... all online.  This is not where I jump up on my soap box and preach the virtues of face time, or shake my fist at the loss of human contact.  I love the internet!  I am amazed daily by the world wide web. I can find anything I could ever want, any time I ever want it, with the click of a mouse, the press of a key, the touch of a screen.  I never have to wonder who, what, why, when or how, ever again.

Don't get me wrong.  We should all go outside into the sunshine and play.  We should daily speak to at least one person face to face, and look into their eyes. And no video screen or text message will ever replace the heat of skin to skin contact and the intensity of words whispered so close that lips brush the ear.

But do I need you to know right now how much I love your latest book?  Hello cyberspace!  Do I need to make reservations in advance for our celebration dinner? Well, dubya-dubya-dubya-dot me! And do I really, really need you to send me some sexy little message with suggestions for our steamy after-party? Instant foreplay, baby.

I say "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, INTERNET!!!!"

It blows my mind to think about how my world is shaped by something I can't even touch, feel, taste.  And here's another little mind-blower...

Exhibit B:

Hehehehe.... she said blow again..... twice....