How I celebrate Good News, good times:

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Celebrate Good Times.”

Well the short answer is I smile and or laugh, but I have, on occasion, cried. I have also been known to dance around like an idiot and cackle maniacally and rub my hands together like an evil genius. I guess the complicated answer is it depends on the news, the occasion and what is called for.

When we won the trip to meet Shatner the initial reaction was: “No friggin’ way! A trip to Vegas and we get to meet William Captain the Freaking Kirk Shatner?” Wild whoop of joy and a smack on hubby’s shoulder, then wild giggles and some more no ways were liberally sprinkled in there.

When I found out that a company who had screwed me over had gone bankrupt I chortled heartily and called the owner of the company and pretended to be a potential large customer. When he answered I laughed at him. Yeah it wasn’t mature and yeah he hung up as soon as he knew it was me but it made me feel much better. I might have rubbed my hands together evilly and laughed myself silly for a few minutes thinking about the look on his face.

When hubby got me the most perfect gift for Christmas I cried… he got a hug and a kiss.

When the bad guy gets what is coming to him in a movie or when I’m plotting evilness and revenge upon evil-doers then there is a whole lot of different things that happen. I’ll giggle at my evilness and imagine their faces; I’ll clap my hands when I know I’ve got the whole thing put just the way I want it, or I’ll laugh at my inner amusement.

When I get a manuscript accepted by a publisher I will likely scream and stomp my feet and freak out. I promise I’ll let ya’ll know when it happens. 😀

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Published by: Kawanee Hamilton

Kawanee was born in Alexandria Louisiana but her first real memories are of Russellville Arkansas. She's always loved to read, and has always had an vivid imagination. She grew up in a house where almost everyone read, they didn't need a TV although she could still be found planted on her butt in front of her grandma's TV watching cartoons on Saturday mornings. She made up her first story with her mother when her cat died; it was about where pets go when they die. She continued to create stories from bad dreams she had and her dad would help her change nightmares to stories. They would sit up in a chair until the scary went away. He told her that: "Dreams, good or bad, are just stories your mind makes up. You are the author of your dreams; if you don't like them rewrite them. " She was hooked and has continued to read and write stories drawing from dreams, sights and just pure imagination. She just recently decided she'd like to try and get published and fail than wonder what if. Her story continues but where it goes from here is up to you, the Reader... She hopes you'll join her in finding out where her journey goes from here!

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