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Catamorandi's comments from the Happy & Brainy Group group.

Note: Catamorandi is no longer a member of this group.

I am finding a lot of new books to think about. I am getting so many good book recommendations in my groups and from my friends. I also like the writing aspect of GR. I feel like I can write anytime I want to. It has allowed me a group where I am writing a story online, as well as other groups about writing. What more could you ask from a website? I love it. I hope it was okay to mention a little bit about the group, Ilyn. If not, I am very sorry.

I am wanting to be an author. I have not picked a genre yet, but I am writing a novel here on GR.

I would take The Bible, a dictionary/thesaurus, The Book Thief, The Hobbit, and To Kill a Mockingbird.

I was 12 when I read The Wind in the Willows for the first time.

My take on Marilyn Monroe:

She was superb on the screen. She always carried a child-like innocence in all her roles. This child-like innocence went far beyond the screen. She had the same child-like innocence in her life off-screen as she did on screen. Marilyn Monroe shot up to big-time fame quickly. She wasn't ready for it. Inside, she was still Norma Jean Baker. She needed drugs and alcohol to help her accept all of this new fame. She couldn't handle it on her own. She played her part very well. People thought that she was a queen and she let them. However, poor little Norma Jean couldn't handle it. She never could. She felt like she needed a man to hang onto her whole adult life. She was a child in an adult body with adult actions. She couldn't handle the fame anymore. She tragically went into a world that was too much for her, and it killed her.

Hi Ilyn. Happy Halloween. Talk to you next month.

Actually, I just thought of three books I actually really liked as a youth, and I read them over and over. I don't know which came first,though, so I will give all three:

The Road to Agra
Mrs. Coverlet's Magicians
Wind in the Willows

I didn't read back then if I could help it.

High Noon is one of my favorite movies, Ilyn.

Revision of Foothills in the Rockies


Every morning,
I am awestruck
by the palette of colors
from the rising of the sun.
They are brilliant and bold,
yet soft and gentle
at the same time.
There are reds,oranges,blues,
yellows, pinks, and purples
sweeping across the sky.

The mountain peaks
are of a purplish color.
The mountains stand there
majestically daring anything,
except astral objects
in the sky,
to be higher than them.
The peaks stand with
a snowy layer that lasts most of the year.

As we head grocery shopping,
the car gets closer and
nearer to the mountains.
The ride is a crap shoot
whether you will come back alive.
It whirls and twirls like girls
throwing a baton.
The thoroughfare also undulated
like a roller coaster.
Some guy is passing us on the
path at a much too dangerous speed.

As we go further and further
up the mountain,
we see a beautiful green covering of trees.
Pine trees abound,
with their sharp, little green needles
in a swirling pattern around the trees.
There are also the pine cones
with tan layers upon dark brown undercoats
in a somewhat triangular shape.
The aroma will make your sense of smell purr.
These trees go higher and higher
up the mountain,
but they are not near the peaks.

As we head back to the house,
there is the sun going down.
Once again there are a multitude
of spectacular colors.
There were blues, purples,
grays, pinks, oranges, and reds.
They form a swirling motion
much like stirring
the dough for cookies.

We returned home safe and sound.
I did what I have been
trying to do all day: respire.
It is hard to inhale
from higher elevation,
and as much as I try,
I never find a good breath of air.
I loved seeing my sister.
It was really a blast,
but I'd rather breathe than stay.

Randi

Foothills in the Rockies

I awake and look outside.
I stand aghast at the
rising of the sun.
Nature is giving quite a show.
The colors are brilliant.
There are reds, oranges,
yellows, pinks, blues,
and purples riding in
the highway to the sky.

The mountaintops are beautiful.
I couldn't ask for a better picture.
From a distance, they look
like a series of peaks and valleys.
The peaks are pointing upwards
while the valleys are pointing down.
They really do appear to be purple.
They are snow-capped, which they
are pretty much all of the time.

As we head grocery shopping,
the car gets closer and
nearer to the mountains.
The ride is a crap shoot
whether you will come back alive.
It whirls and twirls like girls
throwing a baton.
The thoroughfare also undulated
like a roller coaster.
Some guy is passing us on the
path at a much too dangerous speed.

The greenery is beautiful the
closer we get to the alps,
the nearer we get to the foliage
of the slopes. The aroma will
take your breath away.
The odor of pines is all over
the eminence of the acclivity
of the peaks. They look like
fur trees (pines). They have green
pine needles all over them.
They also have a lot of
pine cones in addition.

As we head back to the house,
there is the sun going down.
Once again there are a multitude
of spectacular colors.
There were blues, purples,
grays, pinks, oranges, and reds.
They form a swirling motion
much like stirring
the dough for cookies.

We returned home safe and sound.
I did what I have been
trying to do all day: respire.
It is hard to inhale,
and as much as I try,
I never find a good breath of air.
I loved seeing my sister.
It was really a blast,
but I'd rather breathe than stay.

Randi

i like movies like high noon, mr. smith goes to washington and mr deeds goes to town. i like them partly b/c i like underdogs. i mostly like them b/c they show about morals, values, and honor, just like marge feels about 3:10 to yuma.

I have decided not to post the topic and outline of my novel, because it will give it away. I will give excerpts from each chapter as I feel. I don't want to give anything away, though. I am still in the research stage. I'll let you know when I am ready to write my novel.

BTW, there are way too many Cats in this club, so I have decided that for confusion's sake, I will take the last five letters of my name and call myself Randi.

I am working on my outline for my novel. I will let you know when I have it.

Can I or Can't I?

All of my life I have
been a negative creature,
the one with the half-empty glass.

Any time I want to do anything,
I almost always fail. You see
I bring on this total incompetence
by saying I can't, so I don't.

I have regularly accused Papa
for my misfortune with money
he made it flow from a money jar
into my hands when I wanted it.

When he died, I went into a
financial breakdown. I wound
up in a psychiatric establishment,
because I was stressed about money.
I told myself I couldn't
handle my finances, and I didn't.

I have a hard time dealing
with life and my fears.
I don't understand why I always
end up so dissatisfied with life.
It's something I have to live with.

I've once again readied
myself for collapse. I say I
can't manage my horrors,
which happened to worsen my fears.

I set myself up for ruin
every time that I say I can't,
because when I say that,
I almost never do.

All of a sudden
I understood what
everyone tried to tell me.
If I can't, I won't, but
if I can, I will.
It's just that simple.

Now everyone is telling me
it's not that uncomplicated.
Every time you say can, you might not,
and every time you say can't, you may,
but the large majority of the time
can't means won't, and can means will.

In the long run,
if you want to succeed,
you can't be a pessimist.
In order to advance in life,
you must be an optimist.

I am now endeavoring to see
the cup as half-full, but
I am having difficulty,
because I never knew
to think that way.

But if I want to win the fight,
I have to think I can.
There is more than half a chance
that I will usually thrive.

"I think I can! I think I can!
I think I have a plan!"
I'll say I can with every breath
and assume that I am going to.

I CAN face my worst nightmares.
I CAN manage my finances.
I CAN handle my friends and family.
I CAN become the writer I have
always wanted to be.
I CAN recover from mental illness.

I am now facing my apparitions,
and I am succeeding.
I am now managing my money
and am right with the bank.
I am standing up for myself
on a regular basis.
I am writing poems and novels.
I am coming closer and closer
to recovering.

It does work! It really does!
All of those people were right.
I don't believe how long I
laid in misery
when all I had to do was fight.

Cat

1. Horrible sexual and physical abuse
2. Horrible verbal, mental, and emotional abuse, both as child
3. Hurting self
4. Hallucinations
5. Delusions
6. Paranoia
7. Chameleon
8. Schizoaffective Disorder - Bipolar Type
9. Borderline Personality Disorder
10. PTSD
11. Afraid of shadow
12. Negative
13. Hatred of self
14. Hide under fear so no one expects you to win, including you
15. Start to face fears
16. Helps people
17. Plunging ahead with life
18. Doing what always wanted to do - write
19. Through facing fears, going to specialists, and writing; wins the race against mental illness
20. Full recovery
21. Positivity and love of self
22. Specialists
23. Extreme hatred of Father and unable to let it go
24. Joy over death of Father

These are not necessarily in order. I just wanted to make sure I got them all written down.

I have decided that right or wrong, good or bad, I am going to overcome my fear of failing at my love, writing. I am going to take the plunge and write a novel based on my experiences. Thank you so much for the idea, Ilyn. I think that having it be something close to me is alleviating the fear a little bit.

Where would I find the topic For Fiction Writers?

Thank you Tim and Ilyn. It is nice to know that there are people who understand. I am going to take this experience and apply it to other fears and other problems and fight my way through them. I figure if I keep doing that, I will start to actually like myself.

Thank you for inviting me, Ilyn.