Five Years Without Michael Jackson

     June 29, 2009. Do you remember what you were doing when you received the news that Michael Jackson (MJ) was dead? I don't know why but I made a website to commemorate my memory of  Michael. Each time the page loads and the music starts I feel so uplifted.  Click the link to experience the page http://www.mjrhythm.com/

     Here are the words I wrote on the page that awful day:

The ShockJune 25,2009 is a date the world will always remember. You probably remember what you were doing when the news of Michael Jackson's death reached your ears. The thoughts of, is this really true? I was sitting at my computer with the TV on the TV Guide Channel as usual to limit the silence in the house. I heard the announcement, "Michael Jackson has been taken to the hospital". I really didn't think anything of it. He would be okay. Right? He always was. Those were my thoughts. Then my daughter sent me a text, "Is Michael Jackson dead? I replied instantly,  "Of coarse not. He was just taken to the hospital. He is fine". As soon as I sent that text I felt a sadness come over me. Suppose he is dead? I went straight to Google. Typed in Is Michael Jackson dead? The reply was affirmative. Shocked, numb and tears in my eyes I sent the text to my daughter, "yes, he is gone".  Wach as the world discovers MJ is gone.

The Denial

The world still numb and in disbelief about MJ's death went into a state of denial. Many of us sat glued to the TV just waiting to hear this was a hoax. Others who could, went to the hospital to await news. Out of denial grew stories of sightings of MJ and fictional stories
about MJ planning his fake death. There were theories that MJ wasn't dead, his body double was dead. This was supposed to be his ticket to freedom. Let's analyze this theory. I was shocked that I even considered this until giving it deeper thought. To pull off a stunt like that there would have to be so many people involved including the family followed by the police, coroner, hospital, etc. I knew there was no way this could be remotely true after
hearing and seeing his daughter Paris at the funeral. There is no way MJ would hurt his children so deeply while he lived anonymously in another country. MJ has been in the spotlight his entire life. Do you think he could live without it? This was a way of life for him.  Anyway, no matter where MJ went there is no disguise that would mask him.  Watch here as the crowd gather otside the hospital

The Anger
Now that the world is coming to terms with MJ's death, who is to blame. Outraged about the autopsy findings, Dr. Murray, MJ's private physician is investigated. This was an avoidable loss. How did this happen? Did Dr. Murry leave MJ unattended while he was receiving Diprivan?  

Heading Toward AcceptanceNext the world look to the funeral day for MJ. It is time to say goodbye. Millions attempt to get one of the 17,500 tickets to the Staple Center. How surprised were you when the Golden Casket made its appearance on the stage of the Staple Center?  How many of you felt the eerie need to see MJ just one more time? Seems like such a gruesome thought. But, Lincoln was displayed for two weeks. MJ has been in our lives for a lifetime. He is so missed. The airwaves are filled with his music. The networks carry any news about MJ as it happens. I felt so sad for a long time. Too bad this outpouring of love of MJ and his music weren't displayed during MJ's lifetime. How many of you thought we had said goodbye to MJ at the Staple Center? Not so. The saga began. Why wasn't MJ laid to rest for so long? Was it fear of his body being stolen? Or was it the family not being able to let go. After all, his death was sudden. He was the youngest. Did it take the Jacksons that long to accept the loss and finally be able to say goodbye to our Icon? Finally, on September 4, 2009, we say goodbye to MJ at Forrest Lawn Mausoleum in California.                                                                  

The Dance of Foreplay

This post is an excerpt from a book I'm currently working on. Your help is needed. After reading this passage, would you read on? Does it capture your interest? Do you want to know more about Theron and Zara? Please leave a comment below the post. Follow by email for book give aways and updates.

The expansive room was romantically dim with only hints of light spewing from the candles dressing the walls. Classical music hummed in the air. Dancing feet lightly tapped at the Maple floor. Theron’s eyes beheld a young divine woman from across the room.  Golden hughes flickered over Creamy skin with wisps of softly flowing chestnut curls drizzling around her oval face flowing to her bare shoulders.  Her eyes saw only the table which was shared with no one but herself. Theron’s gaze held her alluring beauty  in secret as he studied her and admired her as a piece of fine art. Her face rose and her brown eyes circled in gold looked past Theron and her ruby pouty lips beckoned to him. He longed to touch them with his; to finger them and feel her tongue devour each of his finger tips. He looked closer and thought he saw one lone tear slide from her eye, down her cheek and melt into the cloth adorning the table.

    Theron’s heart ached for her. Why was such a magnificent specimen of a woman shedding tears at such a romantic place. Her sadness enticed him, called to him.

    Theron could watch no more as another tear slid from his desires  golden eye and disappeared down her cheek. His feet carried him to stand in her eye’s sight.

    “Tears have no place on the face of such an angelic creation,” Theron said to the young woman. “My name is Theron,” he said reaching for her hand.

    The golden eyes lifted to descry a man much older than herself but definitely attractive. Her consciousness rose as she surveilled the broad shoulders dressed in a black suit. She eyed the white shirt opened enough to tease her with the view of a few stands of black straight hair.

    Her hand affectionately met Theron’s as she peered into a pair of intense jade hooded eyes.

    “My name is Zara,” She said lightly as Theron pressed his lips to her hand.

    “I’m Theron and it would give me the greatest pleasure to have such a beautiful woman dance with me.”

    Theron released her hand, walked behind her and slid her chair out. He returned to face Zara, took her hand and eased her from the space she occupied alone in silent agony. Theron placed his left hand tenderly around her waist while his right hand embraced her left holding it near his cheek. He drew her in close and and stepped quietly to the music humming in the air.

    Zara’s elegant crystal embellished peep toe pumps followed step with Theron’s black patent leather wingtip oxfords. No words were spoken between them. They just held each other’s eyes and danced the seductive dance of foreplay. Theron swept Zara across the mahogany floor through the elegant glass doors into the night lit by the smiling moon and twinkling stars and danced to the music of night crickets.

    He folded her into his embrace as his senses were pleasured with the warm, intoxicating sensual redolence  of her essence. Theron curved Zara’s back as he entwined her in a salsa dip, pressed his lips against her cleavage and lightly slid his tongue smoothly up her chest, her neck, her chin to her mouth; tasting her lips.

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Characters Write Their Own Story

     I would like to share a writing experience with my readers. I spent a year writing the third book in the HIM series, The Diamond Couple. I would write a few chapters and then leave my characters for a few months. I have spent a lot of time with Damon and Sharla over this past year. So, when you hear an author say you have to like your characters because you will spend a lot of time with them, believe it. I planned my book from beginning to end. I would sit at the computer to write by the script only to find the characters writing a different script. Many scenes I planned were deleted and others were added by those frisky characters. They had minds of their own. No matter how I tried to control them, it didn't pan out the way I saw it.The most outrageous thing to me was how the characters rewrote my ending, shocking me. The story did not end by the script. It ended with the characters choosing their path and taking it.
     I admit I am a new writer to Amazon, publishing my first book in April of 2013. Now four books in total, I see why authors say write, write, write. Over time my writing has improved. I can see where my characters have grown along with their story.
     What did I learn from this? Basically, no need to write out a whole book plan; just a plot or even just an idea with at least one character. The story will grow. The characters will grow. Before The Diamond Couple was finished my mind latched onto a character for another story. I even have a general idea what the story will be about, but I have no beginning to end plan. I don't even have a title, but the story will come alive on the screen of my computer. As a treat here is a glimpse of the character who wants a life on the pages of a book. There are blanks for her makeup colors because she hasn't picked her shades yet.

Seraphina slumped against the tin partition in the restroom stall, head limp, eyes staring blankly at the floor. Her backpack slid off her shoulder, down her arm, hitting the tiled floor with a thud, awakening her from her trance. She quickly tugged it back to the safety of her grip, hugging it tightly to her chest. She had made it; back to DC.

    The space was tight but she would make it work to do what she needed to prepare. The wait had been long. Now here it was; the answer to her prayers.

     Removing her baseball cap, she shook out her wavy black hair, combed her fingers through it and fanned it back. She hung her rumpled jacket on the hook followed by her backpack. Metal screeched as the zipper of the backpack was released. Out came a delicately pleated black dress, sheer stockings and black leather one inch slingbacks. In went comfortable jeans, a football jersey, a pair of socks and tennis. The metal screeched to a close.

     She stilled herself listening for sounds of commuters. No splashing sounds, no flushing sounds, no chatter, only stillness. She emerged to the mirror opening the front pocket of the backpack producing a compact. In the mirror the narrow, sagging face of a young girl of 18 speckled with freckles, no glimmer in her eyes, no color in her cheeks peered back. She bit on her thin chapped lips, disheartened. She pressed her eyelids shut and took in a deep breath to clear her thoughts.

     It was all behind her now and her future was promising, so why the look of despair? Her hands began to work. Black mascara lengthened and thickened her lashes, black eyeliner lined her lower lids, desert gold and peach blossom shadowed her lids. _________ gloss shined her lips while _________ colored her cheeks. Her hands finished with bronzer for a sun kissed appeal.

     Now in the mirror a young woman of 18, divine, classy stared back. Commuters piled in forming lines. Seraphina waited in the back of the line for her moment. She lost herself in a group as they made their way out. Sunlight warmed her skin and impeded her vision. A pair of sunglasses went from her backpack to her eyes. Gracefully walking with all the refinement of a young beautiful heiress, she stepped to the curb and entered a cab.

    “Where to mam?”

    “Georgetown.”

   
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Don't Wait To Find Out On Facebook

       A friend whom you haven't had contact with in 14 years sends an email asking for a call. You call, and there is a plea on the other end asking for a visit and the dreaded words I'm sick. Because you have been out of touch for so many years, do you take your time going? Do you take the plea lightly because he or she will be there when you get there. 
      Your friend hasn't called back in months to ask if you're coming. So what do you do? Check the Facebook page and see what your friend is up to. Your friend has been called home. Words of mourning grace the pages of Facebook.
     Now you can never see your friend or talk to your friend. You were called with a plea for a visit from a voice in the past. Heed it; go visit now. You may never have another chance to say goodbye. Rest in peace my friend.
     

Summer Tip for Corn on the Cob

          

     Summer is the season for corn on the cob. Here is the easiest and quickest way to cook your corn on the cob. Place the corn still in the husk on a microwave safe plate; no need to remove the husk or silk. Cook the corn in the microwave for four to five minutes. After removing the corn from the microwave cut off the shank. Next push the corn through the end which has been cut off the shank portion. This may take some patience but, once you get it started, the corn slides out easily. Lastly, enjoy your corn on the cob.