Only it’s not really Elton John because didn’t Bernie Taupin write all the lyrics? I’m pretty sure he wrote these.

On the whole I love Elton and Bernie’s music. There’s some great stuff in there, but I heard this on the radio recently and it gave me pause. I don’t remember if it bothered me way back when, probably not. I wasn’t as aware of stuff then as I am now.  I actually didn’t intend to copy the entire song, but it only seems fair. If I’m going to rag on one or two lines we should get to see the inoffensive stuff as well…

So what bothers me? “I’d just allow a fragment of your life to wander free.”  What the hell, Elton/Bernie? What right have you got to dictate how much of someone’s life get’s to go free?  Sometimes I hear this as “a fragment of your light to wander free,”  and that seem even worse to me.  I’m sorry, but all of my light is free to shine on the earth, and so should everyone else’s light. OMG, it just smacks of abuse and gives me the heeby geebies.

And how about “Don’t discard me just because you think I mean you harm”? There is no better reason to discard someone. If I think you mean me harm I’m not going to stick around to find out if I’m right or wrong – I’m out of there.

Shall I do the whole song, Line my line?  I think I will:

“Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me”
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin, music and performance by Elton John

I can’t light no more of your darkness (Okay then, what are you doing still sticking around?)
All my pictures seem to fade to black and white (Yeah, I’ve been around people like that, and my advice is to take a hike.)
I’m growing tired and time stands still before me
Frozen here on the ladder of my life (So get yourself unfrozen and save yourself you daft twit!)

Too late to save myself from falling
I took a chance and changed your way of life
But you misread my meaning when I met you
Closed the door and left me blinded by the light (Better than being blinded by the dark, don’t you think?)

Don’t let the sun go down on me
Although I search myself, it’s always someone else I see (Yeah, when I was twenty I felt like this, Now? well age does give a certain sense of clarity.)
I’d just allow a fragment of your life to wander free (Uh. No. My life will wander all it wants, thank you.)
But losing everything is like the sun going down on me (Sorry, but you know in the immortal words of Annie: the sun will come up tomorrow)

I can’t find the right romantic line (That’s because ownership isn’t romantic.)

But see me once and see the way I feel (No thanks.)
Don’t discard me just because you think I mean you harm (see comment above.)
But these cuts I have they need love to help them heal (I’m sorry, those seem like self inflicted wounds.  But I bet your mommy will kiss them and make the better. I’m outta here.)
My apologies to Bernie and Elton. I’m sure this song was written with the purest of intentions.  Or if not pure then certainly artistic intentions.  I just wish I could get it out of my head.  It’s seems creepy to me now…

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I will be in the Boston area, at a big bash party and book sale. You should come too.

I can’t promise I’ll behave, but I will be selling books and crafts AND giving things away. And misbehaving.

Did I mention misbehaving?



WHEN: Saturday, December 6th, 12-4 pm
WHERE: Residence Inn, 80 B Street
Needham, MA 02494
Including NYT Bestsellers and Award-Winners
Hannah Howell, Jessica Andersen, Caroline Linden, Annette Blair
Representing romance, fantasy, crime/horror, women’s fiction,
contemporary fiction, YA/NA, mystery, and more!
? Bookfair ? Refreshments ? Cash bar ? Music ?
? Give-aways on the hour ?
? Open to readers, authors, bloggers, friends, and family ?
Tacky holiday sweaters optional
Penny Watson’s Holiday Bash
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Title: Tatted Cowboy
Series: Down Under Cowboy #4
Author: Kasey Millstead
 Release Date: November 17, 2014
One moment was all it took for my entire life to shatter.One moment.

I had everything . . . and then, I had nothing.

When all you’re left with are the pieces of your broken heart, there’s nothing you can do, except try to rebuild. So, that’s what I did.

One moment was all it took for me to feel the first flutter of hope I’d had in a long time.

One moment.

He barrelled into my life, covered in tattoos and surrounded by an aura that enraptured me, determined to be the glue that held every broken piece of me together.

I wanted to push him away, because I was scared to lose anyone else I loved.

But, I wanted to hold him close because without him, my life was empty.

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With pain, comes blame. We blame the ones we love, we blame the one we lost, but most of all, we blame ourselves. It buries itself deep. So deep that on some days it feels like it’s in the marrow of your bones.

It destroys everything. The love you thought you had? Blame will chew it up and spit it out faster than you can blink.

Blame is like cancer; it eats away at all the good. It consumes you and if you are not careful, it will kill you.

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Kasey Millstead lives a quiet life in country New South Wales, Australia, with her husband and their four young children. She enjoys baking, singing (ridiculously out of tune) & spending time with friends and family. Kasey has always harboured a deep love for reading and writing, and she is now lucky enough to be living her dream of being an Author.

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Dear Bitchy Bertha,

My live-in girlfriend thinks she has a perfect right to go through my personal possessions. She plays with my laptop and my phone, and thinks nothing of going through my pockets and wallet for change. She admits that she sometimes just has a “good old snoop around” because she’s nosy, and the other day I even found her checking my bank statements. This is really starting to unsettle me. I’m not doing anything wrong and don’t have anything to hide, but I do believe that I’m entitled to some privacy. When I get annoyed, she just laughs. How do I get her to realise that she’s seriously overstepping the mark?


Privacy Deprived


Dear Deprived,

It seems to be you have a couple of choices here but here’s the one I like best:

Start snooping through her stuff. Next time she goes through your pockets or gets on your computer take some revenge. Check her bank statement. Make sure she’s watching and take everything out of her purse or bag. Just dump it on the table, pick out the loose change and pocket it. Use her chap stick, try on her mascara. Read all the scraps of paper in her wallet. Eat any odd pieces of candy. Snap up her favorite pen and keep it for yourself.  Pick up her phone and scroll through all the messages. Call random people just to say hi. Take a selfie and send it to all her contacts. If she hasn’t objected yet move on to her computer. Read the emails. Go through the files in her email trash. Post fake facebook statuses. Get into her browser history.

If you take my advice one of two things will happen, either she will get the message and stop snooping, or she’ll get really  mad and break up with you. Either way – you are better off.




I’m busy writing. Here’s a sunrise for you – I’m willing to bet a significant number of you don’t see many sunrises!


Taken Monday morning, bright and early!

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