The Legend of Billy Bead

THE LEGEND OF BILLY BEAD

Love was lost and a heart grew sour,
due to one groom’s roving eye.
He should’ve been wise, swallowed his pride
and apologized to his bride.

Because she lost her mind, then he lost his life,
there was no second dance.
The bride waved her wand and said the words;
he never stood a chance.

Now when the moon is full and the ocean mourns
and the owl flies in the sky,
pain and grief fill the lonely church
where Billy Bead does lie.

Today, with a migraine and perfectly embroiled in a total personal technological meltdown, I still managed to write the legend for my new novel, THE LEGEND OF BILLY BEAD. There I was, sitting in a FREEZING COLD Starbucks in Warrenton, Oregon sipping on a much-needed Frappacino (I probably spelled that wrong) writing Billy's legend. The drink was cold, too, but I knew it would make a dent in the migraine and it did. *Woo*

So to re-cap... the heater that was dead when we arrived home from Christmas in Bellevue, Washington, was fixed last week, and last night my desktop computer went tits up. Always a fun feeling--watching your computer completely lose its mind, knowing that all of the revising you did that day was not yet backed up, well, anywhere. Lovely.

Should be okay, though. The dude from the computer store just called and said I was right, some virus was holding my Windows program hostage. So they will scrub it down good and my trusty machine should be back tomorrow. Then I get to spend a few hours re-loading all of our programs and games. Who needs sleep?

Also on the dead-or-nearly-dying list this month was our digital camera. And today my husband took our external hard drive to work, and I am never without that in my presence, so I had a nerve-wracking evening last night...the desktop was dead in the water, and the external was leaving today for a field trip to Portland, and so today at Costco, I gathered my gift cards from the in-laws and some babysitting money and came home with a new digital camera and a 750 GB external hard drive that will be MINE -- no Grateful Dead music will touch its beautiful, streamlined lips. No I-Tunes, no movies, nothing but our files, photos and my writing.
I have spoken.

And tomorrow I get to back to town because my Durango (Mary Pearl named her "Dizzly") has a doctor's appointment. Dizzly has a broken sway bar...sounds painful, right? I don't want one, that's for sure, but I have mornings where it FEELS like my sway bar is broken. Dizzly also whines when I'm in reverse, so I might ask the experts what that's about. Hopefully it's because of the sway bar. Let's all hope so.

Have an awesome weekend and keep reading!