Sunday Songs

It’s been a couple of Sundays since I posted a Sunday Song. 

Life has been busy! Between work, writing, and family I find there aren’t enough hours in a day. 

In the last few weeks I have had several pieces of fiction, nonfiction, and poetry accepted by several literature journals, and a couple of them have already been published. You can read my funny nonfiction piece, Mexican Night, published in the latest Pilcrow & Dagger by purchasing either online or in printHere.

Also, a flash fiction piece I wrote, Requital, is available for free in Tuck Magazine Here.

It’s been a wild ride this year. I was published for the first time on January 1st, a featured short story and a poem, in Firely Magazine. You can read those Here.

Since then I was featured as a guest blogger in Robert Lee Brewer’s blog on Writer’s Digest online Here. The blog is about how it’s never too late to do what you dream of doing.

I was also asked by Five 2 One Magazine to write a weekly column for them, and to be their Social Media Manager! You can read my column Here. Be sure to follow Five 2 One Magazine on Twitter @five2onemag.

So, the song I chose today reflects the amazing things that can be accomplished when we don’t give up, when we don’t show up “late” for our lives. 

I will turn 50-years-old later this month. 

It’s really never too late, until you don’t do it.

I’m living proof.

By Mary Chapin Carpenter from the Time, Sex, Love album, Columbia Records, 2001:

“Late For Your Life”

You’ve been saying for the longest time that the time has come

You’ve been talking like you’re of a mind to get some changing done

Maybe move out of the city, find some quiet little town

Where you can sit out on your back porch step

And watch the sun go down
No one knows where they belong

The search just goes on and on and on

For every choice that ends up wrong

Another one’s right

A change of scene would sure be great

The thought is nice to contemplate

But the question begs why would you wait

And be late for your life
Now you might never find that perfect town

But the sun still sets on a rooftop where the city

Sounds like a Gershwin clarinet

And you might still be searching every face for one you can’t forget

Love is out there in a stranger’s clothes

You just haven’t met him yet

No one knows where they belong

The search just goes on and on and on

For every day that ends up wrong

Another one’s right

Call it chance or call it fate

Either one is cause to celebrate

Still the question begs why would you wait

And be late for your life
Call it chance baby, call it fate

Either one is cause to celebrate

And the question now is why would you wait

Don’t be late for your life.
Late For Your Life, Mary Chapin Carpenter

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