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Well! I would just like to say that the book I am writing right now called: "Things That Don't Happen Every Day" is

going well. So well in fact, that I'm afraid I'll definitely have to revise when I am all done. And THEN I'll

send it to whoever wants it. Please comment whenever you think I should post certain chapters of my story on

here, my blog.

Actually, you know what? That gives me a grand idea. In this blog right now, I will give you an excerpt FROM

the book. Yeah! :) And it will be the best scene I think will receive the most replies, too. :) So anyways, please

follow the little star thingies down below, and after that will be the scene. I hope you enjoy it and comment soon!

Thanks again!

Ta! God bless~ ;)

JMG~

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Chapter One

It was a windy day, and....I don't know. I guess I just wanted to say that. That seems like a real good beginning to the story, don't

you think? I think so. Well, I guess I actually do, because it's me. The one who's actually thinking of the past, while sitting in this

little recliner with my name on it. I am seventy years old, and in the back of this stupid, puke brown chair, my name is on it. As if, for goodness

sakes, I am actually in kindergarten instead!

It's my kids' fault. They put me in this jailhouse with the formal name of "nursing home". There is not even no nursing thing about it.

Unless of course, you think about the mean nurses with halloween faces who come over to you and ask how you are. Oh, I'm just fine. I don't say

much, and when I do, I'm practically criticized for saying something!

Okay, you want to have it? Fine. Here is the schedule for every...single...day!

I wake up at six a.m., unless my nurse friend, not really a friend, named Bettie comes over and wakes me up. It's such a stupid schedule.

What if I want to sleep in, huh? Did they ever think of that? No! They get paid for doing nothing! Zip, zero, zacko!

First, there's breakfast. And I swear to my grave that meal is bigger than all of them put together. When you do not eat all your eggs,

bacon, etc., which all smells pretty bad by the way, I swear they throw the food out like there's not ten billion children out there starving

half to death. After breakfast, it's what the people call study time. And oh, no, it's not back-to-college time, it's people who come from town

and give little annoying skits, or else play the piano for so long you can practically feel, much less see, the drool coming from the snoring people

behind me! 

This lasts until noon, strictly, where we have yet a fab meal of whatever they killed the night before. The dessert is even bad, if you can call

jello dessert anymore, or sometimes pudding. The stuff is so jiggly, that I silently and constantly wish people luck with whoever they have to feed.

I'm not being mean or anything, I'm just warning you about nursing homes so you can hope and pray that you never have to go there

before you die!

After lunch, it's nap time. That's a swell time. They escort you via a wheelchair back to your room where you listen to your older

roommate gurgling in their sleep until you find the nightmares inside your own. And THEN, it's snack time. Yes, instead of little cookies and milk

you had when you were little, you have soggy grapes and orange slices that hardly stay whole. Oh, yum! Very seldom do they give you

apple slices.

After that, it's recliner-sitting staring-into-space time where you have a lot to think about but mostly stare into space.

Then at six sharp, it's a wonderful case of the dinner again, and then finally at eight o'clock, it's back to that cot of a bed where

they start the whole day the same way at the exact same times the next day.

Okay, fine. FINE! You want to hear the WHOLE story? I'll tell you....

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Too much going on in the head.

All righty. Soooo, I've come up with a new book despite the growing demands of personal troubles. I have come up with a new book and it just so happens that it was either the first or second story that I ever started writing when I was 12, 13, maybe? I can't remember...

But anyways, here goes. It was a story about a girl named Nikki Greenman, and I was writing about her and her husband Eric, and the when I finished the story, it was not my best work, especially since it was the first book I ever actually typed. But guess what? It just so happens that I had saved the book on a floppy disk. We got a new computer at home, and bam! all the sudden, I had lost that beloved book. Oh, I found it...in one half! So that was that. I had lost that book, and in turn it made me very mad. 

One day I started doing the book over again on a floppy, but it went horribly. The book wasn't the same, and I didn't have the bounce in me that I had when I'd written that first book. It was very upsetting. So I decided to just forget about it. The story would never come back to me. 

Well, it has come back to me. Except this time, the story is completely different. In the previous book, the girl named Nikki lost her boyfriend named Josh when she was 15, by his death. She marries her goofy friend Eric, and they have a very odd marriage. They have two kids, and everything is messed up like that. Nikki had a friend named Jean, who she later discovers had died when she had been away at college in California, a random place. 

This time, it's very different. It's about a girl named Nora, who has a friend, not a boyfriend, but a friend named Josh who later moves away. No romantic relationship whatsoever. She has a best friend named Jean, who because of a drug addiction has to move away with her mom to get therapy and rehab. Nora marries her goofy friend Eric, but instead of a weird marriage, they have a rather good and healthy one. And instead of two kids, they have three. 

So this story will be a remembered timeline. A timeline from when Nora is a little girl when her alcoholic mom is abandoned by Nora's step-father. The step-father named Carl drops off his daughter and Nora at Nora's Aunt Maggie's house, and leaves them there without saying anything, not even goodbye, and therefore they never seen him again. Nora grows up and becomes friends with Jean, and after she moves away, after Josh, then she and Eric fall in love and eventually get married. They have three kids, Anna, Franklin and Michael, who is actually Eric, Jr., and it ends with Nora in the care center as an old woman. The story starts out with her irony, about how she hates living at the care center with other old folks, and can't do anything she wants. So she starts narrating the story. 

Okay, it might not sound as good as it is in my head. But it's about finding God first and foremost, love and the power of family and friendship. This will be a very inspirational story, so when I finally finish it, this time I promise I won't lose it, ha ha. 

Please let me know, whoever's there, on what you think of this story when you can. Thanks!

~JMG~

Change of Mind? or Heart....

All right, I changed my mind about writing about the Triangle Fire in 1911. I wasn't enjoying my writing, and shouldn't

a writer enjoy writing something instead of dread it? I thought about that, and decided that the whole story would also be

way too sad to let someone die at the end when throughout the whole story it's an optimistic and romantic time!

So, I decided to write something different, and I'm actually excited about it. It's about the college life, and this couple

are college seniors. One of the protagonists, Ava McDonnell, discovers from her family that they think she's not happy

in life. At hearing this, she tells her friend Glenda that she needs to maybe choose a best friend to hang out with, and maybe

she'll be happier than, even though she thinks she is happy. Glenda doesn't know what to do with her, but lets her pick

this random guy named Jack Collins in the library to be her best friend. She makes a good choice, because Jack's humor and sarcasm

about life, his constant wit and making her laugh help her eventually discover that this might be more than just friendship.

The problem is, Jack has adored Ava from afar, and she doesn't even know it. He wants to choose her as more than a best friend,

especially since she's been dreaming about finding her one true love since age thirteen.

Should I let you guys know how the story works out? I'm excited about it, and if y'all ever get on my blog,

I'd appreciate you telling me your thoughts.

Thanks, and have a good one!! :)

J. M. G.~