Y’all remember how much you want to do something about Sex Trafficking and modern slavery?
Well, here’s a guy who’s trying to win $100,000 for the International Justice Mission… The giveaway is from Lash Allure MD.
His entry into the contest:
If you want to help, you have to click on the youtube page, and then rate the video once. Every day this week, go back and leave a comment about the video. One comment per day = one more vote.
Let’s do this.
Yesterday, on twitter, somebody mentioned watching the movie Memento.
Now, let me jump in and say that I like most movie genres, well, excluding Horror Films (unless Shyamalan is somehow involved).
But occasionally, I am subjected to a film that I simply cannot connect with. Yes, I have been known to walk out of a movie theater on occasion.
Unfortunately, I could not escape the torture of Memento. I was at a friend’s house, with an entire group of Memento fans, one being this VERY handsome young gentlemen who would later be my husband. Suffice it to say, I had to stay. I kept saying I didn’t like it, but they kept saying “Just watch. Just watch! You’ll understand everything. Just watch.”
When I’d endured until those pivotal last moments, and all had become clear, and the credits were rolling, I looked back at my friends and said, “I want my two hours back.”
Or something like that.
Yesterday I compiled a list in my head of “I want my two hours back” movies:
What would you put on this list?
I’ve been in close communication with a far-away friend recently. Texts, emails, etc… And, in nearly all of my recent exchanges with her, I’ve made it a point to call her “friend.” This word means a lot to her, and she uses it regularly when she’s addressing friends. I want to speak her heart’s language, so I intentionally and consciously call her “friend.”
I’ve thought about that word a lot lately. About what that word means. About what it means to her, to me, and to the English language.
I’m realizing that this word – friend – is probably one of the most important words in our vocabulary.
It holds so much meaning, so much symbolism, so much relationship, so much knowing, so much truth.
What does this word mean to you?
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Is it Wednesday already? wow.
Ok. So we closed last week’s fantastic round of “Whatever Wednesday” with a question from Dan, who is an old college buddy of mine:
What is the biggest sleep “reducer” in your life?
What a question. Seriously. This is the right time in my life to ask that, because I’m loosing quite a bit of sleep… mainly from everything that is on my mind. Moving. Goodbyes. Hellos. And a bit of other stuff that shouldn’t flood the blog world. But, yeah, stuff on my mind.
Now for today’s Whatever Wednesday!
The rules: You answer the last & ask the next. Come back as often as you’d like, until I close the comments tomorrow morning. mkay?
I always start with the first question, so the first commenter has something to work with: What do you do when you have a hard time falling asleep?
So, the first commenter will answer that question, then leave a new question for the next commenter.
GO!
“Right about what?” you might ask.
That I can’t tell you yet.
But, what I CAN tell you is that I had a long conversation yesterday with a publisher.
Not like a book publisher. A music publisher.
“What’s a music publisher?” It’s a person who promotes songs… Like a song agent.
(Here comes the part that gets fun.) If you were to ask me what I want to do with all this songwriting, I’d say that I want to get them in the hands of a publisher. I don’t want to go on tour. I don’t want a recording contract. I want these songs to be placed where they should be.
That’s what a publisher is for. I’m not sure if this contact with this publisher will ever go anywhere… I don’t know. But I do know that this publisher has listened to a few of my songs (insert excitement here). And this publisher has given me some very useful feedback (insert even more excitement here), and wants me to work on these songs and send them back (insert no-sleep-for-a-week excitement here)!!
Now, shall we return to the part where y’all were right? Well… The publisher seems to agree with some of you on some points of feedback. A few of the suggestions sounded familiar… until I realized that they were already typed out in the comments here on this blog… by some of you.
I’ve told you before that the feedback is unspeakably helpful. That you hear things I can’t hear. That you notice things that I don’t see. With that in mind, I will continue to post songs here. And I will welcome your feedback. So we can make these songs – these little messages – the best they can be.
And THEN I might submit them to the publisher.
