My last mail out I had asked my subscribers which upcoming book they would like to read of mine, given a choice of the three works currently in progress. The results are listed below in order of popularity:

I Don’t Drink Alone and Other Lies-a hilarious essay collection

Draft Book Cover

Between Midnight and the Moon-Poetry Collection

Daughter of the Moon-a Novel

So I did have a set back with editing my novel. But I am getting back on track with that and I Don’t Drink Alone is pretty much ready to format. So looks like I will have a few new releases in early 2024.

In other topics; The strangest thing has been happening to me. I come up with an idea to write about here on the blog and then moments later, I forget what my brilliant idea was. What the heck?! Also, I re-read my post on “Ten things Covid Made Me Do”. I looked for it on the blog because there was a Leonard Cohen special on HBO which triggered my memory. I thought of the time during Covid that I tied my Beau to the kitchen chair. You know what came next.

Photo by Randy Kinne on Unsplash

Do You Love Him?

Do you love him? he asked

Yes, she answered a little too quickly

He could see through her lies

And her phony goodbyes

He touched her hand

His heart flickered

And he saw into her soul

His twin flame alight

In a world of increasing Artificial Intelligence, are you missing the human touch? I am. In 1992, Bruce Springsteen penned a song titled “Human Touch”. I suppose he was ahead of his time.

image source; Unsplash by ThisisEngineering RAEng

These days, the human touch seems to be missing, a dreadful consequence of automated life. It’s not that I’m a super social butterfly–in some ways I am the opposite. I prefer to remain in my studio, as many writers and artists do, rather than host a party for example.

Welcome spooky, October…looks like me trying to come up with a brilliant blog post…

Well, September came and went in a flash. I didn’t write one post here and that is a first for me. I have never gone a whole month without writing something here. Should this concern me? I remember the early days of my blogging back in 2011-12 and I didn’t understand bloggers who would take long, unexpected breaks but now I do. They had been in the game for several years and eventually, we change.

The Tattoo Club

I had a dream.

You treated me to a tattoo

For my birthday surprise.

I could not decide on the design

So many choices!

It’s funny, because

I realized

How hard this must be.

For you loathe tattoos

But want me to be

Happy just the same.

It was so clean and

The needle pain-free.

The final poke brought

me into a club–The Tattoo Club.

My forearm was the extremity of choice

(but never would be in real life).

Ink so bold and yet I felt the same.

I awoke before it bled,

Then I laughed as I watched you sleep beside me.

You had no idea what you had just done.

LTW.

Are you in the tattoo club?

image source: Photo by Natalie Rhea on Unsplash

I’m thinking there are two types of people in this world: those who mend and those who discard. Actually let me add a third type; those who want to mend but cannot. They take their mending to have it done by a pro (smart folks).

I used to be in the second and third category but as I’ve gotten a bit older, I mend more often. Since I was a child, I have almost ‘enjoyed’ sewing by hand. Almost. My grandma taught me how to thread the needle and how to make a few stitches. I used to watch her ‘darning’ my father’s socks when she came to stay with us.  She was pretty good with a sewing needle. She did not have a sewing machine.

I can’t believe it. It’s my tenth Blog-giversary! Ten years of blogging here at lisathomsonlive. Notice how the word ‘giver’ is found in this term bloggiversary. It’s fitting, isn’t it? We bloggers give a ton. Words, ideas, solutions, time…Time does fly while you’re having fun. Best of all, fellow bloggers who have become my online friends have enriched this whole blogging thing.

Um, just bitching over here, trying to understand the world around me. There are some things that have been bothering me lately. Not all of it is due to Covid, either. But yeah, there is a little of that, too. Let’s get started:

They say we remember moments in our life, not days. We remember how someone made us feel, not the words they use. I agree with these statements, 100% (although, I do remember words). But let’s not rule out SCENT. Scent evokes a moment, a feeling, sharp memories and a STORY.