I have been writing a story. I don't usually write short stories at all. I just keep going, the characters just keep wanting to take me to new places, and before you know it, my "short" story is 93 pages long and I'd might as well keep going. But this time, I'm trying to control myself. It's for a contest, and there's a word limit. That's good. I don't get so carried away. I just hit "word count" on the tools menu, and that calms me down.
But what the story is about is finding happiness, and the wishes we make (usually daily) for things or events we think will make us happy. What if we suddenly had the means to make three wishes come true? I'm not talking about Aladdin rubbing the lamp and the genie pops out. I'm talking about hard cash, since most of our dreams involve having the money to do something. Buy a house, have a baby, start a business. Even attracting a mate requires some funds, usually. Springing for dinners, paying for leg-waxing, joining dating services, it all adds up.
So, the main character in my story has one night to think of her three wishes, and two are easy. They have to do with career and home. But she is stumped on the third wish, and decides to wing it when her version of the genie gets back to her. But it's the third wish that she later thinks was the key. She wishes to be happy. Now, the money she gets can't buy that, but as I am fond of observing, money can smooth things over, make life a little easier at some points. It also can inspire confidence. The character in my story, because of the money she receives, becomes confident for the first time in her life that she can be happy. And she is. Not because of the money itself, but because of the confidence it gives her.
So what is your million dollar confidence builder? It may BE a million dollars. But it may also be your ability to throw a party, or your needlepoint, or your three- year- old daughter. What you have already wrought in the world. I guess for me it would be my writing that gives me confidence. What I have wrought. And the satisfaction I get from teaching writing. Those things can carry me a long way towards happiness.
Examine what you have wrought, what gives you pleasure and amazement, and ultimately happiness. Write about it, draw about it.
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Hmmm. "Even attracting a mate requires some funds, usually."
Hmmm. I once attracted a gal by fooling her into THINKING I was well-heeled when, in fact, I lied ... and applied for food stamps ... on the VERY DAY that I dudded myself up for our first date! (Swiped the outfit off the rack @ WalMart!)
Hmm. "Springing for dinners ... joining dating services, it all adds up."
Hmmm. Took her to din-din @ a fine restaurant ... garned the sheckels with $$ collected by recycling six-month's supply of Bud Lite can/bottles. (I hoard them: live in boonies, stuff goes to little gossip-center dump: don't want my booze problem broadcast. ) Didn't tell that part—the addict thingy—either. Came up short on tip; made like I was slipping it under plate.
Hmm. : ... paying for leg-waxing ..." Odd you should say that! I did, actually, shave my legs; in fact, shaved my whole body, b---s 'n all! Why? Because she, too, had secrets. She turned out to be a friggin' Lezzie! Damn! A hole in the Dike ... that I'll never see! That's why she didn't log onto dating services (afraid to come out: her father's a Fag, and girlie-boys hate Dikes! Whew!)
A Friggin' Lezzie!!! I unknowingly became the protagonist in a shaggy dog story. 'Oh, what a tangled web' ... still reverberates in my aged ears. WELL, did I bed her down that nite? No way, of course.
BUT, get this: she's OFF girls and ON ... I repeat, ON ... would you believe ... ME. ME!! ON ME, as in: Fabulous sex ... the extremely rare kind that can only emanate from LOVE ... DEEP, LOVE. Love? You betcha bippy. It's a long short story, but: We are now married. I found work, we had a honeymoon in Italy, Austria, Belgium & France. ('Went all-the-way' on the Rue d' Lepay! Really!)
NEXT? Let me tell you MY 3 wishes: (1) That she will always love me as I as deeply and completely as I love her (2) That she will always love me as I as deeply and completely as I love her (3) That she will always love me as I as deeply and completely as I love her.
SO, what about the Lezzie thing? you ask.
ANS. She, I think, has a foxy young well-boobed and butted 'friend.' [Her ONE shortcoming: doesn't share EVERYTHING with me!] And, you ask, how do I feel about her cheatin' heart?
ANS: She cannot possibly cheat with her HEART. It's all mine. No room for anything eveb remotely resembling what we have and cherish and protect.
But, a little on the side with the bi-fox?
Hmmm. Well, I'm no friggin' saint, either; Whereas her "No Share" policy for strictly bod-servicing (with the brand of bod she prefers) is her (she thinks) SECRET, I too, have been less than full disclosure ... I, too, cheat a bit, but only butt-wise, so to speak because I, like her, also have A SECRET:
I'm Gay.
Hmmm. "Even attracting a mate requires some funds, usually."
Hmmm. I once attracted a gal by fooling her into THINKING I was well-heeled when, in fact, I lied ... and applied for food stamps ... on the VERY DAY that I dudded myself up for our first date! (Swiped the outfit off the rack @ WalMart!)
Hmm. "Springing for dinners ... joining dating services, it all adds up."
Hmmm. Took her to din-din @ a fine restaurant ... garned the sheckels with $$ collected by recycling six-month's supply of Bud Lite can/bottles. (I hoard them: live in boonies, stuff goes to little gossip-center dump: don't want my booze problem broadcast. ) Didn't tell that part—the addict thingy—either. Came up short on tip; made like I was slipping it under plate.
Hmm. : ... paying for leg-waxing ..." Odd you should say that! I did, actually, shave my legs; in fact, shaved my whole body, b---s 'n all! Why? Because she, too, had secrets. She turned out to be a friggin' Lezzie! Damn! A hole in the Dike ... that I'll never see! That's why she didn't log onto dating services (afraid to come out: her father's a Fag, and girlie-boys hate Dikes! Whew!)
A Friggin' Lezzie!!! I unknowingly became the protagonist in a shaggy dog story. 'Oh, what a tangled web' ... still reverberates in my aged ears. WELL, did I bed her down that nite? No way, of course.
BUT, get this: she's OFF girls and ON ... I repeat, ON ... would you believe ... ME. ME!! ON ME, as in: Fabulous sex ... the extremely rare kind that can only emanate from LOVE ... DEEP, LOVE. Love? You betcha bippy. It's a long short story, but: We are now married. I found work, we had a honeymoon in Italy, Austria, Belgium & France. ('Went all-the-way' on the Rue d' Lepay! Really!)
NEXT? Let me tell you MY 3 wishes: (1) That she will always love me as I as deeply and completely as I love her (2) That she will always love me as I as deeply and completely as I love her (3) That she will always love me as I as deeply and completely as I love her.
SO, what about the Lezzie thing? you ask.
ANS. She, I think, has a foxy young well-boobed and butted 'friend.' [Her ONE shortcoming: doesn't share EVERYTHING with me!] And, you ask, how do I feel about her cheatin' heart?
ANS: She cannot possibly cheat with her HEART. It's all mine. No room for anything eveb remotely resembling what we have and cherish and protect.
But, a little on the side with the bi-fox?
Hmmm. Well, I'm no friggin' saint, either; Whereas her "No Share" policy for strictly bod-servicing (with the brand of bod she prefers) is her (she thinks) SECRET, I too, have been less than full disclosure ... I, too, cheat a bit, but only butt-wise, so to speak because I, like her, also have A SECRET:
I'm Gay.
Hmmm. "Even attracting a mate requires some funds, usually."
Hmmm. I once attracted a gal by fooling her into THINKING I was well-heeled when, in fact, I lied ... and applied for food stamps ... on the VERY DAY that I dudded myself up for our first date! (Swiped the outfit off the rack @ WalMart!)
Hmm. "Springing for dinners ... joining dating services, it all adds up."
Hmmm. Took her to din-din @ a fine restaurant ... garned the sheckels with $$ collected by recycling six-month's supply of Bud Lite can/bottles. (I hoard them: live in boonies, stuff goes to little gossip-center dump: don't want my booze problem broadcast. ) Didn't tell that part—the addict thingy—either. Came up short on tip; made like I was slipping it under plate.
Hmm. : ... paying for leg-waxing ..." Odd you should say that! I did, actually, shave my legs; in fact, shaved my whole body, b---s 'n all! Why? Because she, too, had secrets. She turned out to be a friggin' Lezzie! Damn! A hole in the Dike ... that I'll never see! That's why she didn't log onto dating services (afraid to come out: her father's a Fag, and girlie-boys hate Dikes! Whew!)
A Friggin' Lezzie!!! I unknowingly became the protagonist in a shaggy dog story. 'Oh, what a tangled web' ... still reverberates in my aged ears. WELL, did I bed her down that nite? No way, of course.
BUT, get this: she's OFF girls and ON ... I repeat, ON ... would you believe ... ME. ME!! ON ME, as in: Fabulous sex ... the extremely rare kind that can only emanate from LOVE ... DEEP, LOVE. Love? You betcha bippy. It's a long short story, but: We are now married. I found work, we had a honeymoon in Italy, Austria, Belgium & France. ('Went all-the-way' on the Rue d' Lepay! Really!)
NEXT? Let me tell you MY 3 wishes: (1) That she will always love me as I as deeply and completely as I love her (2) That she will always love me as I as deeply and completely as I love her (3) That she will always love me as I as deeply and completely as I love her.
SO, what about the Lezzie thing? you ask.
ANS. She, I think, has a foxy young well-boobed and butted 'friend.' [Her ONE shortcoming: doesn't share EVERYTHING with me!] And, you ask, how do I feel about her cheatin' heart?
ANS: She cannot possibly cheat with her HEART. It's all mine. No room for anything eveb remotely resembling what we have and cherish and protect.
But, a little on the side with the bi-fox?
Hmmm. Well, I'm no friggin' saint, either; Whereas her "No Share" policy for strictly bod-servicing (with the brand of bod she prefers) is her (she thinks) SECRET, I too, have been less than full disclosure ... I, too, cheat a bit, but only butt-wise, so to speak because I, like her, also have A SECRET:
I'm Gay.
hmmm what was that all about
just want to let you know that i still enjoy your blog and it continues to hit on and allows me to expand on things i've been thinking about most.
thank you,
happy in ohio
Dear Blaux,
I don't know WHAT that was. I have to say, it's been inhibiting me from writing more, at first unconsciously, and now consciously. Kind of freaks me out. I went through some strange and creepy stuff pretty recently, and this blog is one of my attempts to shed all that. Hope it's not following me. But anyway, thanks for your kind comment, and I'll be back soon. Maybe tomorrow!
Stay Happy!
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