Monday, January 15, 2018

JANUARY'S INSPIRED BY A MELODY . . .


This month's song we're writing to is Florence and the Machines Dog Days Are Over. I love this song! It makes me really happy, which is probably why my piece reflects that. Oh, if you don't know the song, here's the lyrics and the video.


Okay, so here's what I wrote, it's short, but I think it works. Oh and it involves my couple from last month. Hope you enjoy it.

Rain streamed down the window as Cara felt as though she were going to cry. Of course, it would rain. Why not? It was only one of the most important days ever. She never thought she and Spencer would get here, but they had. And she’d wanted the day to be perfect. Thunder chose that moment to rumble loud enough to shake the room she stood in and she couldn’t help but laugh. Nope, not going to be perfect.
“What are you doing?”
Cara glanced over her shoulder at her best friend. Maeve had been with her on ever step of this journey. Hell, she’d been there when Cara had first met Spencer. She had been the one to encourage her to go out with him, even though he wasn’t like any man she’d ever dated before.
“Cara?”
“Why did I want an outdoor wedding? Why did I think it would work out?”
Maeve smiled. “Because you wanted to be different.”
“Oh yeah, I’m different alright. Pretty soon, I’m going to be walking down a mud aisle, as rain ruins my dress, then get struck my lightning. Because, yeah, that’s my luck.”
“Ah, we’re having a pity party. I hadn’t realized that.”
Cara rolled her eyes. “Maeve, I’m serious.”
“And, so am I. If we’re having a party we need music.”
Saying, this she moved to where Cara had set up her MP3 player and stopped the classical music that had been coming from the mini-speakers. After a moment, Florence and the Machine’s song Dog Days Are Over issued from the speaker.
Maeve bounced over and grabbed Cara’s hands. “Dance party instead of pity party.”
“I’m not in the mood.”
“Oh, but you are. It’s your wedding day. You’re marrying a man that is totally crazy for you and you’re crazy for him. You’re surrounded by people who love the both of you. What’s not to be happy about?”
Thunder chose that moment to rumble across the sky, followed by a bright flash of lightning. Maeve quirked an eyebrow and rolled her eyes. Against her own will, Cara laughed. What else could she do? It wasn’t like she could control the weather.
Maeve pulled her to the center of the room and began to dance, if anyone could call what Maeve did that. Mostly, it involved bouncing around, flailing around like a deranged Muppet. When her best friend flashed her a huge smile, Cara laughed and began to bounce and flail her arms too.
The two women bounced and flailed as the rain poured down and Cara decided, what the fuck. Maeve was right. She was marrying the man she loved, no matter what happened.
Spinning, she found Spencer leaning in the doorway, clad in his tux, watching her with that look. The look that told her he wanted nothing more than to strip her down and devour her. Oh yeah, she could so get with that program.
Stepping in, he took her in his arms and spun around as Maeve danced around them. It was going to be okay. No matter the storm or anything else. She and Spencer were okay. Hell, they were better than okay.
“I love you,” he said. “We’ll figure this out.”

He took her lips and Cara knew he was absolutely right. They would totally figure things out.

Now go check out Bronwyn, Jess, Kris, Siobhan, and Deelylah

Wednesday, January 3, 2018

JANUARY WORDLESS WEDNESDAY


Welcome to the first Wordless Wednesday of 2018. This first one is our choice to share whatever we'd like and, since it's so damn cold, I'm going to share pics I took at a botanical garden Sis and I visited. 








Now go see the pics that Bronwyn, Jess, Kris, Jessica D, Torrance, and Siobhan posted.

Monday, January 1, 2018

JANUARY PHOTO FLASH FICTION!!


Hey!! Welcome to 2018!! Let's hope it's a hell of a lot better than the year that shall not be named.  Anyway, the very first flash fiction for the new year is set around the picture below. So here it is!

Mary Kathryn rolled down the snow covered road, her foot an uneasy companion on the brake pedal. The windshield wipers slapped furiously at the falling snow, but the stuff came down faster than the wipers could manage. The clock on the dash read six-thirty. She should have been at her destination two hours ago. Spend a week up at a beautiful mountain cabin her friends had said. It won’t be a problem at all. It’s so easy to get to. Easy her ass.
She poked at the GPS mounted on the front dash. In a snotty tone he grumbled, “Recalculating.”
“You’ve been recalculating for the last twenty minutes you piece of shit.” Mary Kathryn shouted. “You led me here. I wouldn’t be here, but for your directions. So get me out.”
The only reply was, “Recalculating.”
“I’ll show you recalculating.” She ripped the offending piece of electronics off her dash and hurled it out the window into the snow. “Recalculate that, why don’t you?”
For a moment, she felt good, triumphant, but then realized she’d thrown out her only means of navigation. She had no maps or written directions. She only had an address and it was currently stored inside the GPS that now sat outside the car. Outside in the snow. In the snow that was falling faster than she cared to notice.
“Fuck,” she muttered, bringing the car to a stop. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She added for emphasis.
Wearily, she put the car in park and climbed out into onto the snowy road. She hadn’t pitched the thing that far, she reasoned with herself, so it should be easy to find. She walked confidently to where she was sure it was and found nothing. She kicked at the snow hoping she would suddenly see black plastic, but it didn’t happen. Frantically, she dropped to her knees and began to comb over the ground. What the hell? One small mistake and she was permanently lost? Never to be found? Until the spring thaw when someone would find her lifeless remains in the middle of the road only mere feet from the damn GPS.
“Please, oh please.” She said as she sifted and dug through snow. “I’ll never curse again. I’ll be polite to people who don’t deserve it. I’ll start eating better and exercising.”
Her hand closed around something small and square. Pulling it forth she discovered her GPS and cradled it to her chest. Okay, she was okay now. Huffing out a breath she climbed to her feet and stumbled back to her car. The snow was falling faster or maybe it just felt like it since she was out in it. Either way, by the time she closed herself back in the car she was wet all the way through and freezing. Ignoring the shivers, she dried the GPS off with a towel and tapped the screen. The thing hesitated only a moment before it came on and told her it was acquiring a satellite signal.
“What? You had a signal. Why do you have to try to acquire one again?”
She laid it on the passenger seat and began the breathing exercises her therapist had given her. Slowly, she pulled a breath in through her nose, held it, and slowly let it out. She tried to imagine calming images such as a roaring fire, waves rolling on a white sand beach, and a cup of hot chocolate. When she felt calmer, she opened her eyes and smiled. Yep, she was fine. Everything was okay.
“Drive to highlighted route,” the GPS directed.
She picked it up to discover no highlighted route shown on the screen, only a series of squiggly black lines that could have been anything from roads to worms.
“What highlighted route?” She demanded.
“Drive to highlighted route,” the voice replied.
“What the fuck!” She shrieked. “There is no highlighted route, you mechanical piece of shit.”
“Drive to highlighted route,” the voice now taunted.
She turned the screen to face the snow storm. “Do you see a fucking highlighted anything?  I don’t. I see a big load of nothing. You were supposed to take me where I wanted to go. That’s how our relationship works. I put in the address and you tell me how to get there. But instead, you prattle on about recalculating and highlighted routes. Are you fucking nuts?”
“Drive to highlighted route,” came the snotty reply.
“Bite me.” She tossed the idiot box in the backseat and put the car in gear. Obviously, the thing had some kind of defect so she would just get herself out of the mess it had gotten her into. She gave the car gas and began to once again move down the snow covered road. It had to lead somewhere, right? I mean, no one would have built a road that led to nothing. MK snorted, yeah right, with her luck the thing would lead her right off a cliff. And the damn GPS would still be yelling at her to drive to the highlighted route. Asshead thing.
MK gave the car more gas as it struggled to break through the snow covering the road. She doubted this place ever saw a snow plow. Hell, she doubted it saw people since she hadn’t seen another vehicle in hours or was it days? She wasn’t sure anymore. When…if she ever made it back to civilization, she was going to kill every one of her friends who badgered her to go on this slow trip to hell.  So what if her life was boring? So what if she hadn’t dated in so long she couldn’t remember? She had a job she somewhat liked. Okay, tolerated. But it paid the bills and right now that’s what she was looking for. Not some grand adventure. Unfortunately, she’d found the adventure, but she didn’t know how grand it was. Being trapped in a snow storm with no clue where she was or where she was going wasn’t exactly something she had wanted when she’d started out.
She leaned closer to the wind shield as the wipers attempted to keep her vision clear. The snow was falling so hard that even on high the wipers were getting bogged down. She hated to admit it, but if this kept up she was going to have to stop since she wouldn’t be able to see. Then what? She wasn’t sure. Her foot got heavier on the accelerator as if that was going to help things. All it did was make the car shudder and the wheels begin to slide. She eased up only slightly as she continued down her own personal road to Hell. It had to be because she couldn’t think of any other explanation. She couldn’t figure out what she’d done to deserve any of this, but it had to be pretty horrible to warrant this type of abuse.
“In one mile, turn right,” a muffled voice from the backseat proclaimed.
Mary Kathryn started, remembering she’d tossed the GPS back there. One mile? One mile! Yes. All she had to do was stay on the road and she would get to where she was supposed to be. She did a little jig in her seat and leaned even closer to the windshield. Energy surged through her body as she thought about the interminable journey coming to an end. One mile and she could quit the stupid car. One mile and she could relax, crack open the wine she’d brought and drink until she passed out. Life was good.
She didn’t care that the snow was coming down so hard she doubted she could see the right to turn. At this point, she’d walk. She just wanted to sit someplace that didn’t move. She blinked to clear her vision. Only a little longer, she told herself. You can do this. You are woman and you can do anything. She sang about how cool she was as she brought the car to a crawl. The GPS, once an evil piece of crap, now informed her that she would be turning any minute now. She sang to the GPS then, telling it how awesome it was.
With the GPS egging her on, MK slowly began turning the wheel. She couldn’t entertain the thought the thing was wrong or she could be turning off a steep cliff. All she wanted was to reach her destination. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. With a lurch, the car eased onto what she thought was a road. Since it wasn’t shooting like a rocket down a hill she was happy as she began to straighten the wheel out. From the backseat the voice of doom called out.
“Recalculating.”
“What? I made the turn.”
“Recalculating.”
She took her foot off the gas, but the car kept going. Fortunately, it didn’t go far, just a few feet. Unfortunately, it slid down a small hill until it ran into a large something. The belt snapped her back against the seat and the engine whined.  She blinked, unsure of what just happened. One minute she’d been on the road and the next…she wasn’t sure. The airbags hadn’t deployed so that was a positive. The car was also running. Taking a deep, shaky breath she eased the vehicle in reverse and touched the gas. All that did was cause the engine to whine louder and the tires to spin. She was stuck. Well fuck.
“Drive to highlighted route,” the voice prattled from behind her.
Mary Kathryn burst into laughter. Sure she would, just as soon as the snow melted and she could back her car out. She was also planning to get a new GPS since this one obviously had issues. Serious issues. Maybe it needed therapy. Sighing, she shoved her door open and tentative stepped out. Instantly, she dropped down and found herself ass deep in snow. Of course the car would wind up in a snow bank. Where else would it go? She boosted herself back into the car enough to turn the engine off and grab her purse. She wasn’t sure where to go, but she couldn’t stay where she was.
She looped the purse strap over her head until it hung down across her chest and began to slowly wade up to the main road. Or at least she hoped that’s where she was heading. At this point, she didn’t care. She just wanted out. Losing her footing, she yelled out as she fell on her face and slid back down next to her car. She attempted to get to her feet, but with nothing to hold on to, she was once again eating snow. The process of attempting to get up and ending up back on her face went on for a good long time until MK rolled onto her back and screamed as loud as she could. Her frustration level was through the roof and she could understand how someone could finally lose it and do something heinous.
She lay in the snow panting as a voice chimed out, “Please drive to highlighted route.”
“Well fuck me,” she muttered.

“Is that an invitation?” A low male voice inquired.


Now, go and see what Bronwyn, Kris, Siobhan, and Kayleigh came up with. 

Monday, December 18, 2017

DECEMBER SONG FLASH FICTION

The song this month is called Chances by Five for Fighting. Here's the video:


And the lyrics for the song. Now here's what I wrote. It's not very long, but I think it fits:

She was sure they were finished. Truly, what man would stick around after the fiasco that was “Christmas with the family?” In fact, that phrase should be surrounded by red warning lights. Hell, she should be surrounded by the red warning lights. Why did she think spending time with her family was a good idea? She knew how they were. Rude. Overbearing. Entitled. And that was just her mother.

Cara glanced over at Spencer and almost sighed aloud. He hadn’t said much since they’d climbed into the car to head back to her house. He was probably trying to figure out if he could just slow down and shove her out or if he’d have to stop. And she really didn’t blame him. Between her mother acting as though she smelled something horrible to her father talking endlessly about golfing with some politician or another nothing had gone right. Add in her brother wanting to know when Spencer had gotten out of prison and the whole evening was a total cluster.

This wasn’t the way she imagined their first Christmas. She thought they’d snuggle up by the fire, open some gifts, and have hot monkey sex under the tree. She didn’t imagine any of that was going to happen now.

He turned his truck into the driveway and turned off the engine. The snow that had begun falling as they’d left her parents was coming down in earnest now. The sidewalk would have to be cleared in the morning, if it kept up.

Spencer glanced at her. “Wait there.”

She watched him jog around the front of the vehicle and come around her side to the open the door. Instead of letting her step out, he swept her up in his arms and carried her up the walk to the front porch. This was why she loved the man so much. He was an amazing, warm, loving human being.

“I didn’t want you to get snow in your fancy shoes.”

His low, gruff voice made heat pool low in her body. Stop, she told herself, this was certainly not the time to get all worked up. Her family had insulted him, so she doubted he was in the mood for sex.

They stepped into the house and took their shoes off at the door. Something else they had in common. No matter the weather, the shoes came off the instant they stepped inside. It was all about not letting anything that happened outside their home inside. This time, though, if they’d tossed the shoes out in the yard it wouldn’t matter.

Spencer moved into the living room and began to build a fire in the fireplace as Cara turned on the tree. The ornaments glittered in the lights of the tree and fire and she could feel tears sting her eyes.

Turning, she found he had pulled off the sweater she’d given him and sat in a black t-shirt watching her. Tattoos decorated his strong arms, the arms she wanted around her. Always.

“I’m so sorry.”

“For what?” he asked, motioning for her to sit next to him on the couch.

“My horrible family. We never should have gone. I had so hoped that, somehow, they’d be different. I have no idea what I was thinking.”

He nodded. “And why are you apologizing? You didn’t have anything to do with how they acted. That’s all on them.”

“Yeah, but they’re my family—”

“Baby, we can’t choose what family we’re born into. What we can choose is the family we make.”

Cara put her arms around him as he pulled her into his lap. “So, you’re not leaving me?”

“Fuck no,” he murmured against her neck, then bit her lightly. “In fact, I want to change up our relationship.”

“Change up?”

He leaned back to dig in his pocket, until he came up with a small box. Using his thumb nail, he popped it open to reveal a diamond ring.

“I want you to marry me.”

Cara’s mouth fell open. This was the man who’d said he never wanted to get married. Ever.

“I love you. Say something.” He nipped her ear with his teeth.

“Yes, yes, of course I’ll marry you. I love you.”


“Now, we’ll make our own family.”


Go and see my amazing friends Bronwyn, Jessica, Kris, and Siobhan. You will not be disappointed.



Wednesday, December 13, 2017

HOLIDAYS AT MY HOUSE


As always, you know I'm never going to be silent. Anyway, the pics represent most of the decorations. Of course, my sister has another tree in her room and I don't think I have any pics of that. So, yeah, 3 trees. We also have 7 wreaths. Yeah, I know. It's a sickness and we accept that. 



I fibbed, this is Sis's tree.




I could keep going and going, but I think you get the picture. Our house is DECORATED! So, now I've stunned you with the magnificence, go and check out Bronwyn, Jessica, and Paige's decorations.

Wednesday, December 6, 2017

TOP 10: GIFTS FOR WRITERS


Wow! Can you believe it's the last Top 10 of the year? Yeah, me neither and this one is a good one too. We're listing the Top 10 gifts for writers. As always, they are in no particular order. And, before I start, let me share Wednesday Male Hotness, since I haven't done it in a while.

Now onto the list

1. Concentration. Yeah, I know it's not giftable, but this is something I really need. The ability to just sit down and concentrate on the book blocking everything else out.

2. The next impossible gift is once I'm all concentrated on the book, it would just flow out of me. No hesitations. No starting and stopping. Just sit and pour out 5000 words no problem.


3. Money. I wish I had money so that I could just concentrate on writing. Not that I don't love my day job, I do, but I just wish I could stay home and write. Which leads me to the next gift:

4. Travel. I want to go places to experience them first hand so I can write about them. For instance, Scotland. I would love, love, to go there and set a book there writing it from a prospective of knowledge.


5. I would love my own writing space. Okay, I'd love my own library that could double as a writing space. I don't necessarily need a desk, just someplace comfy I can sit with my laptop.


6. A writer's retreat. Someplace I could go and invite my writer pals and we could relax and talk and write. And we could do this as long as we'd like, as often as we'd like.


7. The ability to edit my own work. I do an okay job, since I'm not in love with every single word I write. I don't imagine that the first draft is Pulitzer Prize material so I don't find it difficult to cut parts out or move sections or even delete the whole beginning of a book to rewrite it. I just wish I had the ability to look at the piece with the eye of someone who'd never seen it and then spot all the problems.

8. Time management abilities. Because right now it's almost 10 and I haven't worked at all on my book, but instead have written this blog post, and looked up pictures, and listened to a book, and cuddled my kitten. You get the idea.

I bet you thought I was going to add a picture of a kitten. Ha! You were wrong.

9. A personal assistant. I'd think a PA would keep me on task, remind me of things I need to do, and supply me with coffee or tea. At least, that's what I hope a PA would do.

And there he is, my fabulous PA. Yep, working hard and keeping me on task.

10. More time. Because it wouldn't be almost 10:30 and I'd have more than this blog post written. 

If anyone is able to gift me with just one of my top 10, I would love you forever. I'd even write an amazing kick ass book with you as the hero or heroine. See, that's love.


Now go and see what Jessica, Bronwyn, Kris, and Paige want as presents. 

Wednesday, November 29, 2017

3 WISHES!!


The topic today is: A genie grants you 3 wishes for your writing career - what are they and why.

And don't we wish it was just that easy?!! Anyway, if I could have 3 wishes for my writing career they would be:

1. I wish that I was able to just sit and write. And this doesn't mean, I need time. No, it means that when I sit with the computer I don't "discover' a million other things to do. Perhaps, it would be easier if I didn't have the evil Internet, which offers up such wonders as kitty videos and sites to buy books. I know this should be "easy," but believe me, it isn't. My mind doesn't work that way, So, my wish would be to make my mind focus in on work instead of cute cat videos.


2. My second wish would be that the first draft could be perfect. 

Yeah, I know, but these are magic wishes, so I wish that my very first draft would be exactly the way the book turns out, after I slave over it for months and month. Wait, years and years. Whatever.

3. My final wish is I would actually have a writing career. BUT, that I could publish books on my own that would sell and I didn't have to go through a publisher. I've self-pubbed and quite enjoyed the freedom it gave me so my final wish would be to build up a large following as a self-pubbed author.

If you don't know, that's the huge crowd rushing to buy my books. Or, something. 

Now go and check out what Bronwyn and Jessica's wishes are. Oh, and if you're feeling it, leave me a comment telling me what your wish would be.