Etcetera

If anybody still reads this ... I am here. Just other places too.

Life is certainly better than it has been in a while. No, not back in law school, but ... the drama of leaving and all that happened afterward (emotions, job ups/downs, etcetera, etcetera, to inifinity and beyond .. a/k/a depression) .. is lifting.

I'm finding joy-ettes in life. Healing is happening.

Find your joy-ettes. What are they? Little things -- many of them, collected over time, strung together.

It takes time. And searching. And persistence.

Trust me.

More coming.

Another post of a thousand

To read before you die ...

Here.

Forget about it

... and other things every writer should remember ..

here.

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Another, in the series of one thousand posts to read before you die.

Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone

Only the good die young. Or something like that. This link is to a post -- one of the very best in the ones of a thousand to read before you die..

Along the way

Found this quote at Along the Way this morning...

Love it.

"To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent - that is to triumph over old age." - Thomas Bailey Aldrich

What Would A Nerd Wear?

Maybe this. Good find. Cheers my friends... I'm still here, just that busy is obsessed with me. I'm gonna have to do something about that.

Ok, open thread.

What's new Seattle? Or Washington. Or Cleveland. Even Soddy-Daisy. Truly, conversation needed.

I hear you.

Looking forward to the Oscars on Sunday

Anybody have faves?

Interesting blog

Here. Tell me what you think.

Good thing ...

Found this blog today -- like it a lot. It's Wordplay.

Writin' stuff is always good. Found any good things lately you'll share?

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

A month?!

Since I blogged?! Wow.. I'll do better. But not today. Still looking for a job in Atl.

Update soon.

Happy Labor Day!

What's everyone doing? I'm currently sitting in the bed. Thinking I should do stuff. But in honor of Labor Day, I am delaboring.

Monday stuff

Had my interview.. went ok. I'm kinda rusty on that type stuff. But, we'll see. I've got my eye on some other places to try. And they're not in Alabama.

Wooo.. scary. Adventurous, really thinking of going somewhere else. Truly, thinking about it.

It could happen.

I think I'm ready.

No title

THIS IS A RE-POST OF MINE FROM THIS MONTH LAST YEAR (8/09). There's a reason for it.. stay tuned.



Just some thoughts this morning.

Read this book while in the South Carolina low country a few days ago. Saw this movie on the same book last night.

This heroine of all women passed away this week.

Last nite I sat in a bookstore while waiting for the movie time to start. Browsed books ... longingly looked again through Pat Conroy's new book, South of Broad.

But what grabbed me was his cookbook alongside the display of his new book. His cookbook is really a storybook of the essence of Pat Conroy. It is a treasure trove of flavors for the heart and plate alike.

I fell in love with the writing of Mr. Conroy from the first page of the cookbook. He is a soul who gets it. The "it" has no title really.

But he gets it. No, he didn't have a good childhood. He dealt with it, endured it, grew up, wrote about it, and remembers the people who helped him along the way.

Here's a link to the cookbook and his stories of life.

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Conversation with my husband at the bookstore in between my readings aloud to him of the recipes and stories of Pat's. I laughed and I cried and I pasued for very long moments in between. I closed my eyes. I stared out the window into the night at the scene I could not see. I thought of my book I started to write and have not finished. I remembered the sentences in my head. I dreamed of plots. I missed my characters. I remembered the lives of those who inspired me to be more than I have yet to be. I thought of my scars of life. I winced at the realization of my still open wounds that I so often try to ignore.

I say to my husband, "I want to do two things."

Husband, "Ok."

I say, "I want to finish law school (one). I want to write my book (two). I then want to make a million, sit on the beach and read another book."

Husband, "But if you had a million dollars, why go to law school?"

I reply, "If I had ten billion dollars, I would still want to finish law school. It is that important to me. It is that important."

I almost cannot go on until I do.

That is my open wound.

It is not healing and it hurts like hell. My losing season was humiliating and I must get past it. The healing will not begin until I get back in the game. The scar will remain, but not until it becomes one.

Abso - freakin' - lutely

The best new (to me) blog I've come across in a while .. Janis Owens and her Cracker Kitchen. She's awesome. I tell you it's good. I bought her cookbook recently.. loved it. And she knows Pat Conroy. Double awesome.

But I'd like her anyway.. even if she didn't know him.

Seriously.

Now, that's sayin' somethin'.

Update

Surprise.. I'm back. For a bit.

I'm getting in touch with my Appalachian self. Did y'all know I'm from the South? Well you oughta.

More later. Promise.

LIkin' this groove .. mmm .. I'm swayin'

Sweet The Sting @ Yahoo! Video

Reading and listening

Just started reading Karen White's The Lost Hours.. fascinating.. really great story. Also listening to my newest obsession .. Guy Clark.. super talented (one of the very best) song writers.. and he plays guitar and sings quite well.. love this guy.

Love is under-rated. Well.. I do like to listen to him an awful lot.

And I'm still writing.

I forgot

I have a blog. My name is Shelby Dupree (well, sorta). I've been neglectful of my blog. I forgot .. and then I got busy .. and then I went on vacation .. and I also have this stooopid job .. and I have some dogs and a husband and two children and a yard and ... and .. and.. well, sorry.

I will try to do better. But I can't do it today.

I'm wiped out.

I'm pulling a Scarlett. O'hara that is.