Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Torn & Frayed

So much has happened in the last few hours. I wanted to write everything down because I may not remember all these feelings later.

First, I couldn’t decide on ‘Happy’ or ‘Torn & Frayed’. Since I was torn--so to speak--over the title for this blog, that made the decision. Oh, for any of you that aren’t Rolling Stones fans, Exile on Main Street is one of the best albums of all time. No offense intended to any of my great musician friends--I believe it’s the best rock and roll album of all time. It’s the inspiration for Exile on Peachtree Street. All my blogs are titles of the songs on Exile on Main Street.

Any of you that know me or follow my blog know that I started writing my book because I suffered a severe Achilles tendon tear which required extensive surgery. My Achilles tendon has been rebuilt. I have been in a leg cast and immobile for months. The doctor ended the pain pills long ago. How to get through the pain?
Well, write a book of course. I can’t walk, I can’t drink and until a few weeks ago I couldn’t even fuck, so might as well let my imagination run wild, right? You have to come up with some way to pass the time of day. You can’t just sit around, as the old saying goes. The other old saying is the idle mind is the playground of the devil. Both sayings are appropriate, considering the circumstances.

Off I go on the book writing journey, armed only with an idea, the book’s title and two characters. The book was completed last week and here’s what happened in the last few hours. Yesterday I connected with my badass editors. I like their style. They ripped Fables from one end of hell to the other. I’m totally cool with it, as long as it makes my creation as entertaining as possible for the readers. Both editors get the plot and the characters. I trust them. The manic rewrite has begun.

Good news followed by more good news. Earlier today the surgeon took me out of a leg cast. The shock of seeing a twelve inch scar from my ankle up my calf will never leave my mind. The doctor calls it my racing stripe. I really is cooler than having a tattoo, because you gotta be one tough bitch to get a scar like mine. The good news you ask?  I walked today for the first time in months. I don’t consider myself an emotional person. Today I cried tears of sheer joy. Sure, I’m in a walking cast and on crutches, but who really cares? I am back on my feet. Oh no, another cliché although it is appropriate.

The doctor encouraged me to go out.

“Go out?” I say, “As in go out to dinner or for a few drinks?”

“Yes, go out.”

Those three words set me free.

My sweet partner wants to go to a posh wine bar and enjoy a romantic dinner. That sounds nice but we’ve been trapped together for months. You know what sounds like heaven? There’s a guitar bar in Midtown Atlanta. It’s my favorite place in town because it reminds me of Nashville. On Friday nights you can show up, bring your guitar and have a $2 beer. It’s loud, noisy and I can’t wait. I’ve been away much too long. Oh, all the sexual mischief I can get into, now that I'm free. I'm inspired.

Another saying we have here is good things happen in three’s. Join the sexy and talented Kharisma Rhayne as she interviews me today at www.kharismarhyne.com.

Just as long as the guitar plays
Let it steal your heart away     Jagger/Richards

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