St. Cecelia, Patroness of Music
As you all know I have a lovely friend named Harry. He is my best friend and was the first person in my life to give me the gift of words. He also gave me the gift of music. He is a man but I tell you he has the gentlest heart and a song lyric can bring a tear to his eye and a catch in his voice. I love that about him.
He was the one that told me to send my entry I’ve Become the Lionhearted Girl to Florence + the Machine’s peeps. Little did he and I realize, they were having a contest, so of course I entered it. The winner is to be selected in the middle of September (now!!!!!).
I emailed him last week, freaking out because I hadn’t heard any word from them yet. He set my mind at ease and told me to hang in and wait. To know that the winner had not been selected yet and they were probably trying to select the proper limousine to bring me the news of my win. I tell you the man always know how to make me laugh and not take things too seriously. He told me to just relax. For some reason when Harry tells me that, he calms me. Not many men have that effect on me.
When I arrived at work the next day, I found this wonderful story in my email inbox. Like I’ve said before, Harry can always set my mind at ease. I love him and I love his words. He told me I could share his story. It is below. Please check it out. I know you’ll like it. I sure did.
St. Cecilia and the Sparkly Girl
St. Cecilia knew of your eventual success as a blogger. She told Emperor Marcus Aurelius of a majestic goddess of blogs, Renee of Michigan. She said your words would be read by people the world over. At that time, the preferred method of quickly spreading knowledge was to send a runner with a message, as far as he could run, until he died. The Emperor thought, that’s not scalable. How will Renee of Michigan’s words reach so many people? The runners we’d need to send to their deaths just to distribute these writings will deplete the population quickly. So the Emperor declared her insane for babbling about blogs, whatever they were, and calling for the mass deaths of these marathon runners, so he had her beheaded.
Guys like Harry make life hell for guys like me…hahaha.
Tell Harry he is an awesome writer…and come to think of it…you’re not so shabby yourself youngin’.
Thanks so much for the compliment Stephen. I will be sure to tell Harry. I wish he’d blog, but he’s not ready yet. When he does though, watch out! He will be a force to be reckoned with. It is because of him that I am a good writer. He has encouraged me from the start. He is the one that told me that he feels what I write. Because of that comment I strive to make my readers feel every word. I will keep improving. I hope to keep focusing on the sensual. Leave the erotica to the more experienced. I want to leave that part to the imagination of my reader. Thank you.
Your voice has always been clear and pure…I think I made mention of that when I first commented on your blog. You have only gotten more refined…and that is a wonderful thing.
Thank you so much honey. I need to find another picture and write a story to it. Soon. I just love doing that. Hell I love to write. I could do it 24/7.
And my darlin’ I am encouraged. 🙂
What a great story! What a great friend! Can I borrow him??
Oh Diana, I’m not sure if I want to share him. He’s a pretty groovy dude. I’ll check with him though. giggle.
Thank you sweetheart.
Wow, good luck with the comp honey, crossing fingers and toes for you 🙂
Oh, I wish I had a Harry 😉
Thanks honey. And if I don’t win that’s okay. I have Harry and that’s all the prize I need.
Can I put in my order for a clone please?
Oh I’m sure he’d love to hear that.