Shortly after I read Pet Sematary I had a nightmare.
It was one of those dreams where you wake up and go through your regular routine and then:
My dog who had died a few years before was in my kitchen.
But I knew it wasn’t really my dog because Sham had orange wolf like eyes.
This dog had cat’s eyes and “Church” was written across his chest white chest in dark red ink.
And then he opened his mouth and I could feel his cold breath creep towards my face and he said:
I woke up screaming, of course.
This has been my favorite quote by King since that night.
I want to be the lady in this picture.
There is something seriously wrong with her
but who cares?
She has a smile on her face
and she is ready to serve you with a smile.
And for that, she will be embraced by one and all
I am ready to be a team player.
My little Shadow and Hamish Macbeth’s big brother, Micey, died today.
Micey was 16 years old and also leaves behind his brother Darwin who is also 16.
Darwin and Micey were litter mates and have never been without each other.
We love your My Mice.
In his book “Misery” Stephen King’s protagonist, Paul Sheldon has this reaction to Anne Wilke’s critique to what he’s written (I have to paraphrase because this is from memory)
Sheldon says that Annie has just moved from being loyal reader to merciless editor.
Facebookers are VERY loyal readers, we’ve all been there it’s true.
I posted the following meme where it ended up on a newsfeed with pictures talking cats and dogs, what people were in the midst of eating and arguments about how we would be on the one true path if pink salt was involved.
What I got were comments about what could happen if I did this. That’s right I got legal advice from Facebookers with ZERO legal training who think they know what happens to authors who base characters off of real people.
What they said: It’s against the law
If you do it you will be sued!!!
First off the level of ignorance I pertaining to the laws regarding this issue was hiking to the top of Mount Everest without oxygen tanks breathtaking.
Secondly, I’ve been writing for over 30 years and writing online consistently since around 2006.
I know what I’m doing.
I’ll bring this home now.
Shoot off fireworks after midnight, call me fat and ugly but do not try to mess with my creative process or writing.
Easter, oh how I love Easter.
A guy comes back from the dead and we celebrate by eating candy and hard boiled eggs.
Plus, you get a new dress AND if you’re lucky a toy or a nifty gift.
I love Easter.
It’s like Halloween dressed in a fluffy Hello Kitty sweater and sparkly flip flops.
Here a few Easter treats from My Enduring Bones To You:
Yep. He’s flashing a bunny sign.
Deal with it.
My Sister’s nick name is Esther, so of course we call her ” Esther Bunny “.
Back when were were kids this picture would have given her nightmares…it’s possible it still can.
I’ll let you know.
My dog found the rabbit ears I was going to put on him for Easter.
He ate them.
Good thing they weren’t attached to the rabbit when he did that
Happy Resurrection Day…don’t let the Zombie get’cha
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Did I write
did I create
did I dream
or did I stare into my phone and hide
a world waiting to be seen
Today I was a ghost.
And the world was mine
Photo A.M. Mosocoso