Throwback Thursday: Paper or eBook?

NaNoWriMo Totals to Date: 12 536 words, 17 cups of coffee, one cup of Earl Grey, one cup of tea (unknown), two glasses of Rum &Coke, one glass of cabernet, and a half-pint of a Session IPA.


Here’s another post from the annals of history:

OK, it was only at the beginning of this year. But I got to use the word ‘annals’.

Leon Stevens is a blogger, composer, artist, and an author of three books (so far): Lines by Leon: Poems, Prose, and PicturesJourneys: Eight Original Pieces for Classical Guitar and The Knot at the End of the Rope and Other Short Stories.

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Throwback Thursday: A Two-Fer

Take a moment to day to remember and honor all the veterans and soldiers who have sacrificed so much. Sometimes it feels like it is all for naught, but imagine what it would be like without them.


My blogging has evolved. Looking back to my early posts are a real eye opener. My style hasn’t changed much, but the way my posts look has. The messages are the same though: Usually funny, sometimes introspective, often cynical, and hopefully entertaining. Here are two for your enjoyment.

I better get to my novel writing. Quit distracting me…

NaNoWriMo Totals to Date: 6400 words, 11 cups of coffee, one cup of Earl Grey, one glass of cabernet, and a half-pint of a Session IPA.

Leon Stevens is a blogger, composer, artist, and an author of three books (so far): Lines by Leon: Poems, Prose, and PicturesJourneys: Eight Original Pieces for Classical Guitar and The Knot at the End of the Rope and Other Short Stories.

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Thursday Thoughts: Laughter

In anticipation of “Funny Fridays” I thought that I would talk about the serious side of laughter. It is not easy laugh when you are alone, but I’m sure many will agree that it is easy to cry. There are movies that always make me tear up no matter how many times I’ve seen them—It’s bizarre.

If you passed someone by themselves, and you noticed that they were crying, would you stop and ask if they were OK? Most of you? Problably. Now what if that person was laughing? Walk by a little quicker and try not to make eye contact? Probably.

What’s my point? I’m not sure. All I know is that this past year, with the limited social interactions that we have had to deal with (for our own safety, of course), there is more that likely a dearth of laughter in our lives and a surplus of less desirable emotions.

As a writer, I want to entertain readers. If I can bring a smile to a face, then that is mission accomplished. If something that I write makes you think, reflect, or connect, then I’ve done a good job.

Laughter was written long before we were forced apart, and touches on how laughter is often held too tight, but releasing it can be exactly what we need.

Laughter

Yes, I hear it
But I’m not grabbing onto it 
It’s not mine 
 It’s yours. 
Mine’s here somewhere
I’m saving it
	(for what I don’t know yet) 
A little sneaks out from time to time
It makes me smile
A brief respite    
From the dusk emerges 
A little light


(From Lines by Leon: Poems, Prose, and Pictures)

Until tomorrow,

-Leon