10,000 followers

10,000 followers

Hello. I never mention these milestones, but this time I felt I should.

First, I would like to thank the three men that are following me. Never would have achieved this without you. ONLY KIDDING.

I find this achievement remarkable because after two weeks of blogging, I only had one follower Eye-Dancers. By the end of my first full month, I picked up a second follower Carrie Rubin. Thanks to them for their early encouragement.

I have been lucky to make amazing friends who have been with me since the beginning of this incredible journey. Sweet and supportive Aruna @ Roseyevening, a special writer and funny friend John at FictionFavorites, the only blogger I refer to as my sister Diane at LadiesWhoLunchReviews , and a very special gentleman across the pond Derrick at DerrickJKnight.

This post wouldn’t be possible without the generous support of friends who reblogged my work and introduced me to so many wonderful people. John at ByTheMightyMumford, Chuck at TheReluctantPoet, John at JohnCoyote, Jack at HaveWeHadHelp, and Ian at AceNewsServices. They have all played a great part in my success.

When I started blogging, this corner was dedicated to novel and screen writing and humor. Then, I started reading poetry…..

Sadly, the poets that inspired me to start writing poetry are gone and only one remains. Let me tell you, she inspires me today just as she did four and a half years ago. Her work remains fresh, brilliant, and inspiring. Please stop by and visit Holly at HouseofHeart. She may kill me for this, but Holly is the only blogger who ever inspired me to write about her hair TheBeautifulRedhead.

I would like to thank you for your support, friendship, and the laughs. It has been an unforgettable journey. Hopefully, you will stay with me as I continue my trek to publication, dare I say, and find love along the way.

The Lonely Author

❤️

a vagabond in love

Everyone has ocean’s to fly, if they have the heart to do it. Is it reckless? Maybe. But what do dreams know of boundaries?” – Amelia Earhart, aviation pioneer, author, the first female aviator to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean. 

a vagabond in love

i am a dreamer
a lonely beachcomber
wearing poetry on my sleeve
longing to accompany the morning sun
through the windows
of your most intimate dreams
aching to explore the lines of your palm
roam the curves of your ripped jeans
and should our paths never meet
i will always be
a vagabond in love
remembering your soul
wandering every cherished memory


i will love you

i will love you

i will love you
in the silence of your reflection
in the echoes of your pain
with the calm of the mountains
with a passion bordering
sound mind and insane
for I have fallen like a sunset
who blushes as he nears the horizon
with feelings he can’t convey
and should you never be mine
i will remind you of the promise
of tomorrow’s dawn
as i love you
anyway

tonight, i long to be the moon

tonight, i long to be the moon

sitting on this lonely beach
i know you have never been mine
yet i wonder if you are alone
or nestled in someone else’s arms
has he ever kissed your silences
embraced the painful tears that fall
like autumn leaves inside your soul
does he fill your nights with light
or inspire romance in your eyes
will he make your darkness his own
as he watches over you
tonight, my love
i long to be the moon

Photo taken by me on an evening tour of a lighthouse.

oceans apart

When I made my move to Florida, my precious friend Maria Elena of A Gypsy at Heart said the words “oceans apart, only a thought away.” The words were so inspiring, I asked her permission to use them in a poem.

Please, follow A Gypsy At Heart. She will introduce you to the people, sights, and scents of the wonderful places she visits giving every destination (Hamburg, Bangkok, Provence, and so many others) their own intriguing personality.

oceans apart

gazing at the vast waters
between us
one consolation keeps me breathing
i can still think of you
for it is
our brief conversations
that fill my bones with hope
igniting a burning passion
in my soul
that no bottomless sea
could ever douse
tonight, like every other night
my heart seeks solace
oceans apart
only a thought away

my tiny hut: making it girlfriend friendly

my tiny hut: making it girlfriend friendly

When I decided to build a tiny home, I asked myself what I needed. Tired of bouncing from friend’s home to friend’s home, from hotel to hotel. I needed 3 things; a place to write, sleep, and store my belongings.

Then, I added a fourth. it needed to be appealing to my future lady, the girl I haven’t met. I don’t expect any woman to quit her job or career, but I want her to be comfy knowing we have a little place to escape, not far from the beach.

So, I added touches for a woman’s comfort.

The windows are slightly tinted. Sunlight will enter but never overwhelm. The heavy drapes will prevent light from disturbing at night in case she is a light sleeper.

Of course a powerful A/C, celing fan, and generator for when the electricity goes out.

Finally, plenty of light (14 ceiling lights), in case she is a reader/writer/blogger.

And when she wants no lights, we can set the mood. (16 different colors)

Speaking of light, when she presses the red button of light on the bathroom mirror…

She has light.

Since we are talking bathrooms. I love rain showers, but just in case we are going out and she doesn’t want to wet her hair, there is a handheld rain shower.

Of course, a walk-in closet with shoe rack (but you already knew that). GO YANKEES.

A king sized bed (Beach Boy likes to frolic) with two USB night tables so she can charge her mobile devices by the bed. Bedroom set also included a matching dress/mirror.

Hopefully,the girl I haven’t met will feel comfy here.

I never cook when I am on the island. So kitchen and livingroom will be added on a future trip. More bedrooms? Depends on how many children she may have. We will decide that when the time comes.

Ladies, what have I missed?

Aruba, Jamaica, oh I want to take ya
Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don’t we go……

The Lonely Immortal (Book Excerpt)

The Lonely Immortal (Book Excerpt)

“Are you okay?”

“The souls of the dead see my light. They believe it is their opportunity to reenter our world. It happens every time I enter a cemetery.”

“You can feel them?”

“They pass through me like light through a prism.”

Spirits swirled inside Amani in a whirlpool of ancient scents, tastes, joys, and tears. The haunting pain of unfulfilled dreams from their previous lives pinched his heart. 

Angelo came to a sudden realization.  “This is the closest an immortal can come to feeling death.”

Amani inhaled deeply, longing to breathe in their hopes of a new life, the passions of lovers past, the cold inevitability of death.

“How do you feel having souls of the dead inside of you?”

“Alive.”

———–

Cursed to live forever, Amani befriends Angelo, a cranky Vietnam veteran who searches for his long lost love.  Sharing the story of his 5,000 year journey searching for his perpetually reincarnating twin flame, Amani the immortal, learns the true meaning of life from his dying friend.

This manuscript, my notes. and outline, have been registered and are protected by the U.S. Copyright Office (within the Library of Congress). 

The Lonely Immortal . (book excerpt)

The Lonely Immortal (Book Excerpt)

“Are you okay?”

“The souls of the dead see my light. They believe it is their opportunity to reenter our world. It happens every time I enter a cemetery.”

“You can feel them?”

“They pass through me like light through a prism.”

Spirits swirled inside Amani in a whirlpool of ancient scents, tastes, joys, and tears. The haunting pain of unfulfilled dreams from their previous lives pinched his heart.

Angelo came to a sudden realization. “This is the closest an immortal can come to feeling death.”

Amani inhaled deeply, longing to breathe in their hopes of a new life, the passions of lovers past, the cold inevitability of death.

“How do you feel having souls of the dead inside of you?”

“Alive.”


Cursed to live forever, Amani befriends Angelo, a cranky Vietnam veteran who searches for his long lost love. Sharing the story of his 5,000 year journey searching for his perpetually reincarnating twin flame, Amani the immortal, learns the true meaning of life from his dying friend.

This manuscript, my notes. and outline, have been registered and are protected by the U.S. Copyright Office (within the Library of Congress). 

One Last Adventure

Seriously, did you really think the Beach Boy didn’t have one last adventure in him? Today, I am flying to the Dominican Republic for a three month writing retreat/vacation.

Question: Who wrote the following? A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure.

The first week, I will be staying at exclusive 7,000 acre resort Casa de Campo. It is a great golfing resort. President Bill Clinton just stayed there in July. The resort’s theatre was opened with an exclusive concert by with performers Frank Sinatra , Buddy Rich, Heart. and Santana (Aug 20, 1982).

On my last vacation I chased whales. The itinerary for this trip begins with the exploration of the 100,000 year old Las Maravillas Caves, where long before Chistopher Columbus arrived, the Taino Indians left pictographs on the walls.

Altos de Chavón is a replica 16th century Mediterrean village which serves as a cultural center for students, tourists, and artists from around the world. St. Stanislaus church is a stone building in the center of the village. Consecrated in 1979, Pope John Paul II sent the ashes of Poland’s patron saint, St. Stanislaus, and a hand-carved statue from Krakow to commemorate the church’s inauguration.

Of course, I will be spending time with my goddaughter Dibel (a.k.a. Lily) and so many friends.

I will stick to my regular blogging schedule Monday and Thursday (comment closed)

Answer: Charlie Chaplin wrote these words in his diary.

A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure.

Sounds like anyone you know?