Principal Writer: Lauren Sullivan
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WELCOME TO MY SITE!!!!!!!! /…AND into MY LIFE ...AND RACY WRITING RADAR!!!!
LAUREN’S LOOPS
Hi! Get in the car!
Let’s take a ride with the wind in our hair. I know it blows the curls out, but it will be worth it!
Who needs an introduction?!
Well, maybe I do, humble as I am…..
I just want you to know, I hope to make you laugh. In fact, I know I will, humble as I am…
Writing can be fun and fairly safe(!), as can driving… perfectly fast in a well-banked curve, especially when you are not met by the police at the other end.
That, of course, is where writing can be more fun.
I should know.
All of us must know better than to write in those curves.
On that note, hopefully you are driving something which corners better than a John Deere. I have written novels about Johns… and deer, but those are subjects for another day. Or not.
If there is anything I know, it is about ….mmm… hmmm…echummm…I’ll get back to you….
Whatever it is, it’s not about farming. Yet.
I know I am a passionate person… about friends and family, writing, driving, traveling, up-sizing again and getting out of storage. It is for the latter two that I dream and get dramatic like an ex-actress doing Shakespeare on the worst of stages…enclosed loading docks mostly.
Most of all, I know I have a love of Toronto and Lunching. For that, I am in the perfect place. This Megatropolis offers more diversity in cuisine and spectrums of atmosphere than a pack of leopards have spots. Do leopards come in packs? Would someone get back to me on that, if they happen to see that kind of activity while barbequing in Muskoka? (Note: Google leopards and cottage country). Back to the business of the hand that feeds….
Yes, Lunching is a city unto itself. That’s where I go every day. It is also a well-respected verb in my vocabulary. IT’S WHAT I DO!…
I drive, eat very little, talk more than I chew, and bite off my share of the road, eating the pavement in my sports car to and fro. Did I just say “to and fro?”
Sorry. That won’t happen again.
My perception of the ideal of “a day at the office” would be to socialize… while taking care of a little business. I imagine one is given a sense of purpose, but leaves hungry, unless of course one is accustomed to the Corporate Food Court Meal Ticket.
In lunching, I carry on with the linear life of my good friends, making more history. There is a difference between that and cooking. It is most often fulfilling, and literally too filling, lending to my usual take-away container full of the unconsumed. It always makes me feel that I’ve been somewhere… to the intimate and exclusive club of a friend’s heart. Sometimes, I’m positively stuffed!
Oh, I forgot one thing. Movies. That’s what I do when I get home in order to feed the artist in me. I usually put on a film as background, listen and cheat-peek from time to time, while I get back to “work” as housewife, mother, and writer. Keeping Hollywood in my ear and sights is my Seven Dwarf method of whistling away one’s burden in order to keep one’s pace of accomplishment and level of joy…even if what I am semi-viewing is not the least bit Disney....; to finish folding that pile of laundry and escape at the same time. If you put on “Out of Africa”, you might not be in Africa, but I promise it will trip you out of Toronto, without the proverbial cottage, …or the real one.
On a truly busy day, I will start another load with the variation from light to dark, or dark to light (depending) to feel progressive and efficient and less lonely, finding friendly comfort in the conversation between the washer and dryer. (I guess I need noise in the office.) For brights, I go from red to white to red to white, depending on the grape and the mood.
Color Collaboration is good as long as things don’t get murky.
As for the noise, I suppose I will always need a City, (and a big engine), but dream of the Country. I’ve known both, and many. You might say that would deem one spoiled, but in my own defense, no one has ever called me that. Ever. I appreciate everything! …everyone!
I appreciate dwarfs, and short-winded writers unlike myself.
Have I been driving this whole time?
Welcome to my World in Blog!
Lauren Sullivan
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