Monday, January 16, 2017

Tuesday Tales Taking the Train


Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.



A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- train This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, What the Storm Didn't Take.

Enjoy!~




Walking to me, dad brushed sweaty clump of hair off my four head, then kissed my cheek. "I'll be right outside in the waiting room if you need anything. You've got a good team here to help, so I'm gonna get out of their way."

"Yeah right, you're just squeamish." Smiling back he needed to understand I was kidding.

His smile broadened, and his eyes even got happier. "That's my girl, you know me very well."

Even though I'm sure it took forever, it also seemed too soon that the labor pains intensified, and they seemed almost on top of each other. My endurance wasn't just thin, I had none left. And I knew that anytime I spoke it probably sounded like I was barking orders or bitching incessantly. I still felt the joy – joy that the kid would be out soon in all this pain would be over with. I wanted someone to talk, and break the silence, and halt the freight train running through my head. "Somebody tell me a story." Maybe a distraction would help, since my other strategies were starting to give out.

Neither of them said anything right away. The beeping tapped against my four head like a type of water torture, and I felt the urge to grit my teeth and scream. His voice began before I had to do either of those things.

"Remember when we were little, and I had that cat?"

"I don't want this to be a dialogue. I just want one of you to tell me a story without my input."

"Anyway, you and I were always thinking of new things to do for entertainment. But Mrs. Blanton, I want you to know, we never hurt any person or animal. I need to clear that up before I went on. We had been swinging from a rope on a tree in my yard, taking turns to see who can swing the highest without falling off."

"Is that how she really broke her arm?" Mom's voice caught an edge of frustration in the question.
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Wednesday, January 4, 2017

REVIEW All the Ugly and Wonderful Things Bryn Greenwood


Review

All the Ugly and Wonderful Things

 
 
 


It’s hard for me to put into words how this book made me feel. On one hand, the book flirts with taboos. The storyline made me occasionally cringe, and stop reading. However, I’d pick it back up and start again, anxious to see how the story ends. I have to say it’s Bryn’s outstanding writing style that kept me coming back to the book. I dare say I enjoyed her writing more than the story itself. The story simply a catalyst weaving her gorgeous tapestry of syllables.

Bryn put me smack dab in the middle of the dejected, uncomfortable existence of the characters. I cannot call this a romantic love story. I had to step out of my comfort zone, and see the world through Wavy Quinn’s eyes, the leading character in this bitter tale. Bryn does a superb job squaring the reader firmly into Wavy’s mind.  I could understand why Wavy wouldn’t speak, or why she reacted in more feral ways than socially acceptable ones. Humans are not cookie cutter and Bryn reminds us of that with every page turn.  

I appreciated the message this book gives to its’ readers. We don’t all live in the stereotypical family life of 3.2 children, with loving supportive parents actually doing their jobs as parents. We live in a world where some children don’t receive hugs and hot meals, and someone checking their homework folders at night. Some kids have no “real” childhood.

This book is going in my stack of favorites. Although I may not read it again for quite some time, the storyline was just that gritty.

Bryn showed me I still had empathy simmering beneath my cynicism.

I’m giving this one **** 4 snowflakes.

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Carrie Fisher WAS Princess Leia- a Diplomat for the Curious and Stubborn


Growing up, our family didn’t have much money. I had what I needed, and never wanted for anything. Christmas was always magical, and Santa always filled my stocking. Coca-Cola commercials were incredibly affectionate, and filled my heart with love. In 1977, I was young, impressionable, and believed in the power of what lie ahead of me. My mom watched Dr. Who on PBS, and sparked my imagination full of wonder and the possibility of “what was out there”, before the X-Files asked the notorious question.

Then, came Star Wars. Oh. My. God. I was hooked, mesmerized, enchanted. This young, small feisty princess wielded a blaster, took charge and pushed the limits of what a Princess could do. She reconfigured in my mind what a girl could do, given the gift of possibilities. I had a new role model, Princess Leia Organa, and new crushes, Han Solo and Luke Skywalker. Honestly, given the choice, Han Solo was the rogue I loved. I mean, who could resist him?

Driving home from the movie theater, which was a rare treat to go to the movies, I looked into the sky and imagined the Millennium Falcon darting, zooming through the darkness. Our quartet of good guys led the way, Princess Leia, Luke Skywalker, Han Solo, and Chewbacca.

Thankfully, I got the action figures, and my best friend, Stephen, and I played Star Wars longer than I can really remember. I was always Princess Leia- that was the benefit of having a boy best friend. I imagined running from Stormtroopers, escaping a garbage compactor, saving the galaxy from Darth Vader. All while keeping my hair in perfect place and never breaking a sweat. Princess Leia made my childhood more fun and inspired.

I cried real tears today for a person I never met, for a person who truly changed my young mind without even knowing me. She added stars to my imagination. A Princess died today, someone who may have never known how much she touched young lives, for generations to come, and more on the way. Princess Leia was a legend, a diplomat for the curious and stubborn. The galaxy lost a renowned ambassador today, and for that, I’m truly blue.

Rest in piece, Carrie Fisher. Millions loved you more than you could ever imagine, more than the stars in the galaxy you so fabulously represented.

My heart hurts.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Monday, December 19, 2016

Tuesday Tales and More Than a Picture (pic prompt)


Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.

A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to a picture prompt. We have 300 words to get your attention. This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, Black Diamond Hearts.

Enjoy!~





  “Snow is so mysterious you know?  It’s silent and unless you see it coming down, you don’t even realize what’s happening outdoors.”

It’s like some people I know. Matthew wondered how many times he interacted with Laurel before he realized she was there, in the bulk of his day-to-day life, encompassing his existence.  “Cool isn’t it?  It’s magic to wake up and see everything blanketed in white.  I used to love it as a kid.” Matthew opted not to share his heartfelt feelings toward Laurel in such a profound manner. 

 “I should have warmed up this car before we got in.”  Matthew berated himself for not making the atmosphere warm and cozy for a comfortable ride. 

“I spend my days in slow-ass chair lifts in below freezing temperatures and flying down mountains creating icicles on my eyelashes. I will survive a cold car.”  Laurel raised an eyebrow toward Matthew.  “What has gotten into you these days?  You are so moody lately.”
 
Matthew realized he sounded suspiciously pathetic, but, he had no idea how to explain things to Laurel.  He opted for a cop-out.  “Seriously, I think I’m coming down with the once a year cold or something.  I’ll be fine.  Please ignore my pansy-ass.”

Matthew and Laurel spoke very little as he drove her toward her cabin.  However, they each had burning questions for each other and began speaking at once the closer they came to their destination.  “Hey, can I…”

Laurel giggled and Matthew smiled in return.  “Ladies first, please continue.  Unless your question is- “Hey, can I skip practice tomorrow?” He knew full well that was not in Laurel’s thought processes.
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Laurel swallowed and finally managed the question she had wanted to ask Matthew for months.  “How can you be here day after day and not crave racing anymore? 
 

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Monday, December 12, 2016

Tuesday Tales and What Do You Make of Bar?


Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.



A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- bar.  This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, No Games, Just Love.

Enjoy!~





















Bearing gifts in hand, I knocked hesitantly on my sister’s door, concerned suddenly with who might answer. Not receiving any response, I turned to leave. What was I thinking showing up unexpectedly in my adult sister’s door on a Saturday morning?

A voice behind me stopped me in my tracks. “Ahh, where are you going? Don’t tell me you’re one of those knock and run type.”

“Hey sis, I woke up early and couldn’t sleep. I suppose I thought everyone should be awake this early too.”

“I’m happy to see you, even if I was still lazy snoozing.”

“I brought you some coffee and a kolache, maybe that makes up for it?”

“Absolutely.” Making up for lost time with my sister was my new mission.

“As much as I appreciate this wonderful breakfast gesture, I know there’s another reason you’re here so early. Could this have something to do with a certain beautiful lady whose name I shall not mention?”

Could she really see through me? Stupid question it was. “You got me, I admit it. I’ve reached a fork in the road that unbelievably, both paths lead to her. How is that even possible? I was so mad at her for everything. I didn’t want anything else to do with her. Then once the shock wore off my anger for her faded and I’m left wondering if I could really go on without her.”

“I get it. You really fell in love with her, a kind of love that can overcome just about anything. I’m telling you now, because she didn’t do anything directly to you right now in the here and now after you met, you can’t let go so easily.”

“I must sound like a real pussy to you. Because I gotta admit, I sound like one to myself.”

“Being a passionate man doesn’t make your pussy. You just gotta be careful it doesn’t make you a dumbass. Guys can have all the feels without being pathetic. When you learn to master the combination women will become helpless to your charms.”

“I’m not sure if you made me feel any better about myself or not.”

“You came to me for truth, not to feel better. I’m the tell it like it is girl. From my experience you don’t waste of precious moments of life.”

“I overthink everything.”

“I respect you for taking a relationship seriously. You’ve given me a wonderful example of the kind of guy I want to date. Actually, you set the bar really high. Now I think it’s time you go easier on yourself, and enjoy awaiting possibilities.”


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Monday, November 28, 2016

Tuesday Tales and No One is an Island


Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.



A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- island.  This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, No Games, Just Love.

Enjoy!~






Lola’s first annual Texi-Tropical Mixer appeared successful. No matter how many times the luau theme showcased a party or event, the timeless fun and classic setting promised fun times. We rented a small portion of a lake swim beach for a sandy spot. Volleyball games played out in one corner, limbo took an area, and other assorted games and get-to-know-you exercises kept folks chatting and laughing. Some wore island inspired clothing, tiki masks, hula attire, you name it.
We knew an informal gathering could infringe upon Lola’s strict rule of assignments to specific leagues, however, we also wanted the great publicity such an affair would create. “Sometimes you have to break a few of your own rules.” Lola shrugged the possibility of failure away. I took a personal turn on breaking a few rules to step away from my rigid shell of comfort. Lesley inspired me, I couldn’t think of any better reason.
We planned to spend a few hours in the sun, then, switch to a dance by evening. A long day for sure, but, we already had several new recruits interested in upcoming dating leagues. I took advantage of a small meeting cabin on the property to set up my laptop. I could keep track of prospects, while still available to supervise with Lola. She also hired some muscle by the hour to dissuade any potential roughhousing nonsense. Lesley went about serving drinks and checking on guests. I finally spied Lola taking a pause from the action.
Lola didn’t have a date, customary for business gatherings. Remaining under a shade tree on a lounge chair, she watched everyone, probably mentally taking notes. She had a knack for recalling minute details, making people feel welcomed and important. I admired her for how well she read a customer. Yet, all those skills didn’t make her any more suited for a one on one relationship than the next human fumbling around wearing the blinders of romance. Somber, her demeanor fell flat, almost sad at times. When she was alone, I approached, determined to bring a smile.
“Hey, boss lady, what do you think of your party?”
“Boss lady? Where did that come from?”
“I do work for you.”






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Monday, November 14, 2016

Tuesday Tales- Around the Town


Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.



A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- town.  This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, No Games, Just Love.

Enjoy!~






“You truly inherited my way of taking care of business.”

Heavy weights once again left my shoulders. Truth telling was indeed cathartic. “So, when he found out, we had a severe falling out. Over time, he contacted me again and we eventually met for drinks. I was following him to his house when I wrecked. I believe it was a sign.”

“A sign you weren’t supposed to be at his house?”

“Yes, he lives out of town, moved partially to get away from me. I think the universe wants us to stay apart.”

“What about true character is revealed in adversity? Maybe you two were meant to endure struggle to make your relationship solid?”

Mamma had an irritating way of confusing me. Should I dare tell her how my life felt complete only when Marty came back into it? “You’re messing up my way of thinking.”

“It’s who I am.” Mamma believed in happy endings, knowing a person didn’t get there by taking the easy road. “If I could do anything different, I would’ve found a way to keep you dad in our lives. We should’ve moved away with him.”

Here we go, talking about my father the roadie again. Good thing the nurse interrupted us.

“Good news, Ms. Fontaine, I have your release papers ready.”

“Splendid!” Mamma clapped her hands. “Just in time for tea.”

We made it to her house by a quiet, peaceful drive. Mamma followed through on her promise, gathering a tea pot, little fancy porcelain cups, and pulled thinly sliced bread from the cabinet. “I’ll make us cucumber sandwiches with the crusts cut off. What do you think? I also have some scones in the freezer, they’ll thaw in a jif.”

“Sounds good, Mamma, I’ll take a hot shower.”

“Remember, the doctor said you’re anemic, you need to eat more.”

“Random carbs probably won’t cure low iron levels in my blood.”

“It’s a start. I’ll pop over to the store for some vitamins.”

“Grab some beef jerky too, that’ll be good.” Halfway joking, I actually craved beef jerky for some odd reason. I’m not sure where that came from.

“Jerky? You’re right, that sounds delicious. We can make some.”

Mamma the crafting cooking queen. “Have you ever made jerky?”

“I burned a roast a time or two, does that count?”








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