Lana’s Birthday

Last night, I watched The Postman Always Rings Twice. I fell for Lana Turner. So, I did what I like to do and looked her up to learn more about her life. It turns out today is her birthday. During my research, I was reminded of one of her later movies I saw called Imitation of Life. So happy birthday, sister. You were quite the beautiful woman. I might have to get myself a Lana Turner poster and hang it next to the two of Marilyn. I'll wait till I move.

Speaking of Marilyn, I also watched recently a movie called Let's Make Love. Why didn't I live back then? Check it out. The title song is great. It's on my iPod now.

When I went to my nutritionist appointment last Monday, I noticed a fur coat store situation. There was a sign in the window saying something to the effect of "Sale: used and new furs." Aren't they all used? And one more thing, because I've forgotten everything else I wanted to bring up......I'm finally writing.......who knew it would be such a wonderful feeling. The key? Ditch the computer. Not literally, of course.

Something told me last Thursday to dust off one of the notebooks I used in school (I'd taken a whole 20 pages of notes on "Gender and History" -- longtime readers may remember the flatulent professor I had the displeasure of suffering through during the months of February through May 2003; if I could link back to posts, I would). Friday on the train, I just started writing my book. Continued, rather. Since then, I've logged about 15 pages. It's an amazing feeling. I imagine the process will be a few years. But I'm getting things down. I'm prepared for slow days. I'm prepared to not like what's coming from my pen. But there's a difference now. I don't care. I just want to get it down. I can go back to it.