Purple Leaves

Remember when the trees

had purple leaves,

the grass was blue and the sky was green

songs were laughter raining down

and you were anything you imagined

Then the bough breaks,

the cradle falls, and

the colors fade to not even black and white

but blurry shades of sad grey

and tears are like river spilling over

Where did the rainbow go

and why do the songs hide

Shouldn’t life be fair and what we imagine

Find it again by closing your eyes

and remember when the trees

had purple leaves.

You have to be friggin' kidding!

Some times I wonder what the hell people are thinking. They do something so entirely stupid a self-absorbed you have to wonder if a zombie ate their brain or something.

For example...a local newspaper printed an article today that cause a Judge to postpone a trial because of jury taint. Now this wasn't a "if it bleeds, it leads" story. In fact it had been printed before. It only took up three inches on the first page. It was crap, but it was enough to cause a lot of people who had been working on this case for a long time, witnesses, and not to mention the victim and family a whole lot of grief.

Now I believe in free speech, but come on...get real. This was about like yelling 'fire' in a crowded theater just to watch people trample each other.

If this had been the only time this paper had done this, I might be more forgiving...but no... this isn't the first time. They have done this before, been told about it before, and asked to give consideration before. Guess it didn't work.

Enough ranting for the night.

Lost...and

I haven't written much lately. I have been so busy with work that I haven't had much time. What free time I do have, I have been working on a manuscript. Yes, a book. The ideas are coming and going and I'm trying to capture them.

I do have some good news though. I have been published! Yes, published. No, not in a book. No, not in a magazine. No, No, No to all the other things you're asking. I was published in a newsletter from Writer's Digest. My "Out of Office" post of March 8th was picked as a favorite by the editor of the newsletter. I about had a heart attack when I saw it. In fact I had just signed up for the newsletter a couple of days prior. Fate. Kismet. Destiny. The luck of the Irish. Whatever you want to call it, I was happy. Uber-happy.

So I have gotten lost for a while. But I am trying hard to read this darn map and get back. I am going to have to develop a rhythm so that I can fit everything in. Go to this site first. Cruise over to this site. Check in here. And hopefully at some point in this writing thing, I will pass go and collect $200.

Once I was lost...now I'm, well we'll just say I'm still here.

Out of office

This is the second writer's digest prompt that I have responded to. It was a request to write an out of the office reply for an e-mail box. Here's my submission.

You have reached the mail box of Kat. Being that this is March and I don't answer e-mails during odd numbered months or during months that contain the letter "a" or "e", I regret to inform you that I will not be able to respond to you at this time. Please feel free to re-send your e-mail during the appropriate month and I will be happy to reply promptly.

So what month do you think the e-mail should be resent? I surprised myself.