May 30, 2011

A Visit With Sir Callum Scott Gressman

This is what a visit with my grandson Callum

looks like... That's right, real conversationalist.
I picked him up from his house because, and here's the selling point, he would love to visit with his grandparents over the weekend. He says he enjoys doing stuff with us. What a little tease. He gets in the car and immediately changes my radio stations. According to him, mine are lame. I will admit to enjoying the Gold-n oldies every now and then. Elvis has been gone so long that this child's mother was born the year the gyrating pelvis was laid to rest. He thinks my music is long gone and over with. Really? Well...FYI - I've seen more movement in "The one foot in the grave" Keith Richard and Mick Jagger, than I have in this child at times.
We then proceed to discuss the problems with the world. ie, a specific u-tube commercial that is the greatest. "You have to see this, grandma. It is brilliant." I suffer as a cat head with a pop tart body and a rainbow flying out from its rear end plays on and on and on. "It's funny, right?"  Callum's cracking up and rolling on the floor, I just look at him and smile... Oh, yeah, that's cool. And this kid is going to take care of me in my older I pray for some rather quick change.
Convinced I'm not all that interested in seeing all the wonderful and humorous commercials that are out there right now, my grandson disappeared upstairs. He did show himself with words of starvation a couple of hours later. And, his grandfather made him go to bed at a reasonable hour. I had already popped in to remind him that I was willing to visit, share a movie, a cup of hot chocolate, a game of cards...anything, but he was busy on the computer. "Give me a few more minutes, Grandma. I'll be down in a minute."
The following morning, I mean at noon, when he woke up and finished off two bowls of cereal and a bag of Cheetos I delivered him to his home. He gave me a huge smile, hugged me and (show of emotion...sniffle) gave me a kiss before hopping out of my van with a, "Thanks, grandma. I had a blast."
What a tease.  And one I'll probably be picking up again this weekend. Isn't he just the cutest?

May 27, 2011

Query - What's In A Word

Boogerbutt, scrud, and dag-na-bit. Those are words, right? Yet, they lighten right up with 'spell check.' Even shows up with one of those, vicious little pointer fingers going back and, no, no. But when I type in the most horrendous, nastiest, scum at the bottom of the pond, word in the world, query - nothing. No lights, not bright red lines, nothing. Good to Go, wouldn't you know?  But, in my heart, that diminutive word causes pauses in my pumper. Terror in my ticker.
Why am I whining about it? Cause I have to write one. Yep, I forgot all about slapping one of those puppies together for good'old Ante Up. And now, I have to.
Yet, nowhere in this house is there a crash cart available. My nucleus is critical and there isn't a flippin' thing I can do about it. Well...except write one.
At critique today, Krissee wears this sweet little smile and says "GMC, Doree.  GMC."
So, I think okay... I'll get my crowbar. No? Okay, Gobble more chocolate. No? Guzzle my Cola. Grasp Moon Crystals? Grab my crotch? Not bloody likely. So, I smile back at her while other shorter more meaningful words are dancing in my head. Nothing close to GMC, but closer to shi....never mind.  And she, oh so sweetly, says...Goal, Motivation and Conflict. That's all you need. Find Max's GMC, write it down and you're done.
Yeah, well I didn't see her offering to do it. I thought a writers life was a team. A circle of collaborators, if you will. But instead, I find myself alone...very alone. The words are gone, if they were ever there. My brain cells, like a liquid alien poured over my backyard fence and now, I sit before my computer and write my blog.
Got one line done. Anyone else have any other brilliant ideas? Huh, anyone. Just shout it out :) Or, write it down. I'll be collecting them as soon as I find enough pennies to cover what I owe the other guy for on the first line.
And so, the life of this writer continues on... (thump....................thump.............)

May 15, 2011

Fourth at Four

Our fourth grandchild is four today? This sweet little redhead is anything but docile. He can wrestle with the best of them and almost always wins. Of course, being the fourth means that if he cries, others are in a bucket load of trouble. "don't mess with the baby" is his title words.

Unfortunately - this darling little man has a heart-stopping addiction: fruit snacks. This child begins his daily whine for them promptly upon waking and continues until his eyes are closed at night. It's quite the heroin fix for this action-filled, constant in motion cu-tie who celebrates his fourth big boy birthday today.  Happy Birthday, Nodin.