NOTES FROM ONE CRAZY LIFE OF JUGGLING WHACKADOO FAMILY STUFF WHILE WRITING, EDITING, CRAFTING, WRITING POETRY, DABBLING IN ART, AND REVISING. OH, AND PUBLISHING ROSE & THORN JOURNAL. FOOLISHNESS AND MAYHEM IS SURE TO ENSUE.
WE'LL SHARE SOME LAUGHS AND FOOD FOR THOUGHT, THEN DISH UP SOMETHING YUMMY FROM THE KITCHEN.
LAISSEZ LES BON TEMPS ROULLER!
GUMBO WRITER (ANGIE LEDBETTER)
Having calmed considerably, Olm pulled his truck over to the side of the road and stared out at the bayou that ran parallel to the road. Down those murky waters, through the sloughs and channels, across the flats, down into the darkest parts of the Atchafalaya, where the cypress trees grew so thick their branches seemed conjoined, sat his two aces -- in the hole. He considered the wild game, snakes, and alligators that populated the swamp. There was always the chance the children might wind up as a meal before the ceremony time. [From friend Deborah LeBlanc's just- released book, Water Witch, Dorchester Publishing.]
The rules are as follows: Grab the nearest book. Open the book to page 56. Find the fifth sentence. Post the text of the next two to five sentences in your journal/blog along with these instructions. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the closest. Tag five other people to do the same.
Hmm, who am I gonna tag from randomly scrolling through my Rockin' Blog roll?
Now, wasn't that more fun than a barrel of monkeys? And what are YOU reading right now?