Kellie Daisy

Pretty name. One that I will use.

My night didn't quite go as planned. James and Reyde were to be out of the house, running an errand. As I left the office tonight, Natalia asked me what I was doing tonight.

"I don't know where to start! I've got three hours to myself and so many things to do," I replied as I headed out the door.

1 task completed that was not on the list and my phone rings.

"Where you at? Are you close to home?"

"Yes, just coming through Des Moines, why what's up?"

"Reyde doesn't want to go tonight."

Sigh. "Okay, I'll be there in 2 minutes."

I selfishly set Reyde up with the small DVD player in his room and told him that I want to watch my TV and get on the treadmill. He is cool with that, bless his little soul, and I continue watching the movie, August Rush.

Good story, a bit predictable, love the actress who played Felicity, and the love interest is cute with a fab accent. The gist of the story being two adults who have unrealized dreams. Music. (Okay, there is more but I am not spoiling it for you.)

Love it when a book, show, movie, song, makes me cry. Not loving it so much as I am walking on the treadmill, at an incline, huffing and puffing, crying and wiping away the tears at the same time.

There is a quote out there, let me see if I can find it...nope, can't find it. But it is something along the lines of all of us have stories inside of us. It is the precious few that put pen to paper and share them with others. Don't take yours with you.

I am a bit sqeamish about writing that sentence. Fear that I can die tomorrow and not accomplish my creative goal.

Watching the movie, I am inspired to create. I've got the book name, the first sentence, the story, and now possibly my pen name. So where is the segue to the post title?

I can't recall how old I was, I'm sure Amy remembers. Standing in the section of vendors underneath the stadium stands at the Evergreen State Fair, I ask Mom if I can get a silver identity bracelet, and she says sure. The vendor takes the bracelet and asks me what name I want engraved. Standing and thinking, Amy asked me if I was gonna give the gal my name. I replied, "well I don't know what name I want on it." My thinking was to have it be a pretend name so I could pretend I was someone else, not Wendy.

Yes, you guessed it, Kellie got engraved that afternoon, and my sister rolled her eyes. (Mind you not for the first time and certainly not the last.)

And I just like Daisy. Good pen name. Maybe I'll add a surname. Maybe I won't.