After writing three books in my Girls of Glam Rock Series I took a break to work on other things and figure out the self-publishing game. At the beginning of 2018 I’ll not only be publishing the third book, I’ll be writing the fourth one. In preparation, I’ve restarted my “research”: reading about the pioneering women of rock star pursuit! Bebe Buell’s book Rebel Heart isn’t the best written book out there, but what a story she has to tell!
I’ll admit to losing some much needed sleep last night because I just had to find out what happened in Max’s Kansas City when she breezed in with Todd Rundgren, her first rock and roll boyfriend.
If Bebe sounds familiar but you can’t quite place the name, her daughter is actress Liv Tyler. Bebe somewhat infamously hid the identity of Liv’s real father from her for years. The real guy is, of course, Steven Tyler of Aerosmith fame!
Ahh, what a tangled rock and roll web we weave!
It’s Teaser Tuesday! Here’s an excerpt from Transformations, my book of three fun short stories. This one is from Moonlighting: My Daring Double Life.
Here’s how a typical day goes in the life of me: wake up at six a.m. Shower, swallow a bit of breakfast and a steaming cup of Joe, then drive a few miles to Alexander High School. There, I’ll spend the day, as the school adjustment counselor, dealing with the everyday tragedies of teenagers: “He doesn’t love me and I can’t concentrate on my school work.” Or, “She doesn’t love me and I’m going to beat up the punk she does love.” I adore my job and my students and helping them through their issues. But when the bell rings at quarter past two I’m as excited as the students to leave, because that’s when I shift into the next gear.
Some days I head to the gym, or maybe out for a power walk. Other days I’ll go out with friends or over to Mom and Dad’s for dinner. No matter what I do though, I’m always home by six and sleeping by six-thirty. After two hours I’m awake again and heading to my second job. From ten at night until one in the morning every Wednesday through Sunday, I train and manage two groups of eight male exotic dancers at Club Dangerous, a ladies club thirty miles away.
Did I say my day was “typical?” I clearly lied.
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Why was Pompeii on my Bucket List? Probably because I went to a few exhibits at art museums and was intrigued by the story. But no art museum can show you things like this:
This face is like an eerie refection of the tragedy that overtook the residents of Pompeii in 79 A.D., when Mount Vesuvius erupted.
How much of Pompeii is still standing was a surprise. The ruins were extensive, and could keep a visitor busy for days on end. The bakery, a house of ill repute, and a bath house are among the must-see sights for a day-tripper.
How about that amazing sky?
The November weather in Italy was actually quite delightful, and only got cold and windy as evening started to fall at Pompeii.
I had to leave Italy the next day, but what a weekend! Thinking about taking the same trip in April but doing different things!
Stay tuned for Portugal at the end of December.
Romans seem to do a lot of walking. For my second day in the city I planned to do as the Romans do, and ended up leaving ten miles of sneaker rubber on the sidewalks of Rome. Make no mistake: at least a third of that was walking in circles! Rome isn’t an easy city to figure out by any means. But the rewards are worth it! This place was just a random sculpture shop, in case you wanted to bring one home in your suitcase?
And speaking of random, ruins were everywhere. Cats were welcome in this particular one. If you look closely you’ll spot a kitty or two:
I’m quite sure I wasted about two miles of walking in search of the Pantheon, but I couldn’t leave Rome without seeing it! The Pantheon is said to be the finest preserved Roman structure in the city.
Stay tuned for Pompeii!
Thanksgiving Weekend is the official kickoff to vacation season for a teacher that loves to travel. A few years ago I started taking major trips, and this year I scored a cheap journey to Italy from Gate 1 Travel, a company that I’ve traveled with several times now. The fun started in Rome at the Vatican. St. Peter’s church is as jaw-dropping from the outside as it is from the inside:
I didn’t think I was going to be as blown away by Vatican City as I was. And as you can see from the picture, it was a stunning blue sky day. The temperature was in the high 50s and low 60s and sunny, though it got colder later that weekend.
We’ve all heard about crumbling historic monuments around the world, and I’d read a lot about the Colosseum. Personally, I thought it was totally worth a visit. The Colosseum is still a wonderful treasure.
I rode the Rome Metro from one end of town to the other, with seven miles of walking within the Vatican and Colosseum area. Those old walkways are definitely killers on the lower body! The Metro is a pretty reasonable way to get around. A one day card is seven Euros.
Sammy leans forward in his throne and fixates on Mama. I see Em’rald weasel her way through the throng of yelling men, looking back only once as she steps into the house. She doesn’t wear an expression of anything more than slight worry that someone might know what she’s up to. I know exactly where she’s going. But it’s hard for me to pay attention when my mother has the top of the cake in her hand now and is bearing it on a silver platter over to Sweet Sammy. Mama spins around with it before bending over at the waist right in front of him. She takes a scoop of frosting and does unmentionable deeds with it. The guys are going crazy, but they haven’t seen the best of it yet. Pretty soon she’s got the icing all over her fingers and is licking them suggestively. Someone carries over a chair. She sits down in it and provides the full view of everything she’s been using to amuse rock stars for decades. Even the Porn Sluts are intimidated. That’s saying something.
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I blog (and blab!) a lot about traveling and hiking National Parks. But one place captures my imagination like no other, and that place is Southern Utah.
What an extravaganza of nature’s beauty! And I was lucky enough to spend many days there this past summer.
It’s hard to pick a favorite National Park, but if I had to it would likely be Canyonlands in, you guessed it, Southern Utah! The Needles District is pretty remote, about 80 miles out of Moab. Not too many people make the trip, which makes it even better. This time around I did the Druid Arch hike, an 11 miler with scenes like this along the way:
I rarely get lost on a trail, but I spent a good deal of time walking in circles on this one, and almost gave up on finding my destination. But I don’t quit easy, and I knew the arch had to be something pretty special. Was I wrong?
Here I sit in cold, damp New England, waiting for my next summer adventure in Southern Utah. Sigh.