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#MM Happy Songs

There are so many songs that make me happy, that's it's hard to narrow this down to a few. Since the Pharrell Williams song will probably be on just about everyone's blog, I won't feature it. But, let me highlight these tidbits. First up is a great old song by Cool and the Gang. Yes, you know it! Celebration

Next up is one of my favorite happy songs from the first movie I ever saw in the theater. When Mary Poppins came out in the early sixties, my mom took my sibs but left me at home. She said, "I couldn't sit through a movie." Having never been to a movie, I pictured high wobbly chairs that one had to balance on, because why else couldn't I "sit" through it? A few years later this gem hit the big screens, and I enjoyed going to see The Jungle Book. Here's Swingdance.

My last happy song comes from a musical. Let's face it, many musical songs make me happy, so it was tough picking just one. My high school put on South Pacific, and the Honey Bun song has stuck with me, so here it is.

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Weekend Writing Warriors - 8/24/14

   Weekend Writing Warriors

8/24/14

 

Come join the hop to read an awesome eight from published and unpublished authors at: http://www.wewriwa.

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I know I'd already posted my first eight lines of my manuscript, but I decided on a rewrite as a result of a critiquer's advice. Hopefully this new beginning will jump the reader, agent, or editor into the story sooner.

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       I tried to focus on Ms. Link’s daily review, but it was pointless once I’d spotted the fat guy outside. He had hung under a tree for the past half hour with his bug eyes aimed straight at me, or at least it seemed that way. I rubbed my hand over my stiff neck and noticed that my shoulders had inched upwards. Knowing I had to stop this stalker, I got out of my chair and headed toward the window. Maybe if I closed it, he wouldn’t be able to see inside.

       “Ben, what are you doing?” Ms. Link asked.

       “Sorry, m’am. I was cold. Thought I’d close the window.”

       “I don’t think so,” she sang. “You can’t do that to a menopausal women. I’ll be burning like the steel under Carnegie’s furnaces.”

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