My 100th Post? Word?

I want to meet the first person to use the term "word?" instead of "really?" or "you don't say?" or "is that so?".

I started writing Lion Scribe to stay sharp while I took a break from writing my novel and jump back into the work force. Then I did the unprecedented and began sharing my pieces with friends and family instead of letting them pile up in notebooks. As my closest friends and family members paid me the highest honor of continually reading Lion Scribe I challenged myself to write every - single - day. And from Monday to Friday for the past few months I have kept up the pace.

The other day I typed Lion Scribe into the Google search engine and one of my posts came up first (Wow, right now as I type this at 3:07am my dog Jawws is dreaming. He's on the other side of the room whimpering and barking as he sleeps.). Excuse the random thought. So, yes, Lion Scribe came up first on the Google Search. Cool, I thought. It's out in the universe and people I've never met, in another time zone can find it and read it.

So now I ask myself what is the next step. Isn't that how it goes? You win one race, then you look for the other.

I don't know. I think it's time to just keep going. Growing. Learning from life lessons and become a better person, worthy of breathing air with everyone else.

I love to write. I love to live more.

Until next time...{We Don't Wear Crowns, We Eat Them}

Pushing

In January I told myself that 2007 would be the year that I worked harder than ever so I could enjoy unprecedented success in 2008. Now, no matter what I do, say, or think, I am fulfilling my own prophecy. I can literally feel the blessings I will receive next year in the space between my fingertips and this keyboard. As much as I want to edit my fortune so all my dreams will come true by Friday, I can't. My mind breaking work in 2007 is not done. I know it and it bruises because I am tired like a ghost with insomnia.

Triumph

When you are on the verge of something special there is not much to say, or write.
At that point you need to follow through with the plan and let everyone else do the talking, or writing

Future

What consequences await you if you dropped everything you were doing, headed straight to the airport, and flew to a beautiful island where the people were tan, happy, and adventurous?

Would you be fired when you get back?

Would you even go back?

How many life altering moments never transpire because you DON'T drop everything you are doing, head straight to the airport and fly?

Life and Death

I wonder if people kiss butt, trample over colleagues, and lie to get ahead in heaven. Do people yell and threaten to get things done?

I don't think so. And because I choose heaven on earth while I'm here anyone who attempts to use those measures against me will be met with a smile. Because I'm happy to be me. Me who does not put stock in such behavior.

I roll like I'm God's favorite.

Brasil

I try to work like the Brasilian national team plays football.

Any Century

Don't be a slave to the systems of man.
Don't be a master to the systems of man -
so you can enslave other men.

If 4

If war is masculine and peace is feminine
then the balance is children.

Blink

Do not let your eyes tell the secret that your tongue avoids.

Black Bean Sauce

One Chinese restaurant.
Two people.
Two fortunes.
Fortune #1: A house without books is like a room without windows.
Fortune #2: A good way to keep healthy is to eat more Chinese food.

* Life is Beautiful

The more you live the more you overstand that your life belongs to everyone, but yourself. Your life is a masterpiece if it serves, but is not a servant

Success

The universe will not give you what you desire the most without entertaining it with sacrifice.

Fundamentals II

Every time I feel a bit off I shave my mustache, beard, and hair. Then I lament over cutting loose my mane. I feel all the lions, past and present, look at me with shame. Where's the pride?

Struggle

No heart. No memories. No wishes. Sadness is feeling only air inside your body.

Can't sleep. Got to write. Story of my life.

We live in an age when a man is still executed by something as simple as a rope, and recorded by something as high tech as a digital camcorder. Your best friend lives in the same building but will not visit. Will not call. But will send a text message. I am writing a novel that I love, truly enjoy creating, but feel haunted by determining its place in the market.

I am the proud (once tortured) owner of a dog named Jawws who spends much of his day gazing out of my second story window that overlooks the entrance to the building. Most of my neighbors know Jawws. Often I'll be on the couch writing, while he is monitoring the street, and hear him being greeted as if he was the mayor. Tonight I headed out with Jawws for his evening walk. A couple was coming home at the same time. They said hello to both of us, but only knew Jawws's name.

I guess there is still hope for this age.