Its Just Me

   Generally I wait until Easter for new year resolutions. But I have lots and lots and lots and lots of things going on that I seriously need to get a jump on.
Things to organize, avoid procrastinating, Undo, redo, just do, overdo, do up, do to, do do do, dobe dobe do...
You get the picture.
  Books and Scripts and Songs OHMY! Are running round and round in my head. I've gotta purge. And the only thing out there equivalant to COLON CLEANSE (but for the brain with writter's bloat) is, well, TO WRITE.
 So, that is this next year's agenda.
 To Wit: To WRITE.
But I must admit, the advice I am receiving regarding Books(that e-books are the way to go) leaves me cold. I want to write BOOKS. Not electronically, transmitted ,typed, entertainment, long-form. Books. HOLD in your hands, feel the paper become warm and scritch as you turn the leaves, BOOKS. They say e-books are where the money is. Well, paper print is where my words will be. PPPPFFFFFTTTTTTT.
I have several ideas (of which I plan to disclose NONE here.)
My scripts are all plays. ;) A movie adaptation to the stage. And two musicals.
I write songs all the time.
So 2011 - the year of Em the writer.
I'll blog too, so - don't worry... you'll hear all about it all.
Aren't you excited?

The wish

Making Memories of Us- Keith Urban (Lyrics)


I'm gonna be here for you baby


I'll be a man of my word

Speak the language in a voice that you have never heard

I wanna sleep with you forever

And I wanna die in your arms

In a cabin by a meadow where the wild bees swarm


And I'm gonna love you like nobody loves you

And I'll earn your trust making memories of us


I wanna honor your mother

I wanna learn from your pa

I wanna steal your attention like a bad outlaw

I wanna stand out in a crowd for you

A man among men

I wanna make your world better than it's ever been



And I'm gonna love you like nobody loves you

And I'll earn your trust making memories of us



We'll follow the rainbow

Wherever the four winds blow

And there'll be a new day

Comin' your way



I'm gonna be here for you from now on

This you know somehow

You've been stretched to the limits but it's alright now

And I'm gonna make you this promise

If there's life after this

I'm gonna be there to meet you with a warm, wet kiss

Yes I am...


And I'm gonna love you like nobody loves you

And I'll earn your trust making memories of us

I'm gonna love you like nobody loves you, baby

And I'll win your trust making memories of us

holiday haunting

"Love Letters" Lyrics
Miranda Lambert

Love Letters on wet paper
Forgivers, no takers
An angel who never got wings
You find Jesus and it's too late
He's already closed the front gate
And the sign's flashing no vacancy

You've broken my heart for the last time
You promise the truth and you told lies
You've really made me believe
That love was supposed to be free

Love letters on wet paper
Forgivers, no takers
An angel who never got wings

You find Jesus and it's too late
He's already closed the front gate
And the signs flashing no vacancy

I'll never forget how he used to be
But I'm better off living with memories
I know that it's gonna hurt
But I don't think it gets any worse

And love letters on wet paper
Forgivers, no takers
An angel who never got wings

You find Jesus and it's too late
He's already closed the front gate
And the sign's flashing no vacancy

Yeah, my heart's flashing no vacancy

Undedicated

Luxury of Knowing- written by Lori McKenna
Sung by Keith Urban

You know when I'm coming home...
You know when I'm coming to bed...
You know, when I tell you that I love you, I mean every word I said.
You know I'm a bit too proud...
You know that I know how to pray...
You know that I won't give this up, unless I have to give it up.
You know I won't walk away.

But baby, you're like a diesel truck.
You're shifting gears... and the pedal's stuck.
You're headed straight for the edge, and showing no signs of slowing...
And I don't have the luxury of knowing...

You know that I like to dance....
But only when I'm dancing with you...
You know that I must be bad at lying...
'Cause I've only ever told you the truth...

And just when I think you're a hurricane,
You freeze right over, and all that rain turns to ice,
and your whole world just starts snowing...
And I don't have the luxury of knowing....

Damn it must be easy, being in love with someone so blind...
'Cause I'll tell you right now the only thing I really know is that
you might change your mind.
Any day you could change your mind.

You know when I'm coming home...
You know when I'm coming to bed....
Baby you're like a diesel truck, shifting gears and the pedal stuck,
Headed straight for the edge and showing no signs of slowing...
And I don't have the luxury of knowing.