Author Davee Jones

Happy Creepy Tuesday and welcome to The Locker.  Today, I move to book two of my current WIP, A Game of Inches, for my Fantasy Leagues series. This week we write, appropriately, to the word prompt "ghostly".  Inside, I sniffed the aromas of dried, rotting wood. The breeze carried the rustic smell of fall through failing windows. I took short steps, almost tiptoeing across the warped floor. Finn read my mind. “Watch out, there’s boards missing close to where you’re stepping.” I looked around, directing the flashlight beam around the large area. “You’re right, this isn’t the kind of place Lola would willingly come.” “Let’s go through all the space before we leave. We want to be thorough.” Finn snapped on rubber gloves. I smiled. Over the years, the snapping sound indicated taking care of business. I thought of the classic song, BTO, baby. I know about some good music, my parents did a wonderful job of exposing me to the classics. I pulled gloves from my back p...

10/22/2014 I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I’ve had significant health problems for almost three years. Thank you for listening, periodically, I will have a new installment chronicling my journey- SOMEWHAT STARTING OVER I stopped and thought about the number of doctors I’ve seen since January 2013. As close as I can get to the numbers include: 3 Rheumatologists, 1 cardiologist, 1 vascular doc, 1 Ob/GYN, 3 neurologists, 1 oncologist, 1 gastroenterologist, 1 immunologist/allergy doc, 1 hematologist, one pain management doc, 3 orthopedists, one spine specialist, and three ER visits. I’ve given at least 200 vials of blood, taken 100 xrays, 3 CT scans, 1 MRI, and several urine tests. I’m in a serious relationship with BC/BS. I will say, and I almost hesitate to go out loud with it, but, I think I might be on the right track. Finally. You see, other than all the problem...

Happy Hot Tuesday and welcome to The Locker.  Today, I move to book two of my current WIP, A Game of Inches, for my Fantasy Leagues series. This week we write to the word prompt "letter".  “ Now, mom had me concerned. Normally, she’s going out of her way luring me back to ground zero. I’ve turned down home cooking, money, vacations, you name it. I always had an excuse. I know it appears I harbor nothing but contempt and frustration for this female who birthed me. However, I must admit, right here…right now. I love my mother. I will always love my mother, no matter how weird she becomes. Neither of us can change the past. My indiscretions, insert heavy sarcasm, more than outweigh the burden of being Laverne’s spawn. We are at a stalemate in the game of hurting each other. I realize neither of us have the energy, nor the inclination, to continue throwing emotional daggers as one another. Hence my deep concern she obviously doesn’t want me in our family home. ...

Good morning!   I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I’ve had significant health problems for almost three years. Initially, a rheumatologist diagnosed me with systemic lupus (SLE) on June 19, 2013. However, the medication wasn’t working and I kept getting worse and developing new symptoms. So, after second, third, and fourth opinions, my neurologist believes instead I have fibromyalgia.   In April 2014 I visited yet another rheumatologist who I hoped would be familiar with autoimmune disorders. Following an extensive intake during my initial appointment, I found a place where the doctor also listened to me. Based upon my blood work, the doctor believes I have Sjogren’s Syndrome. She also made the diagnosis of Fibromyalgia and pre-lupus. I’ve never heard of pre-lupus, but, hopefully it stays in the “pre” category. Thank you for listening, each week I will have a new installment chron...

Happy Hot Tuesday and welcome to The Locker. We are changing it up. FINALLY Book one is with The Editor! TaDa! Boom! Today, I move to book two of my current WIP, A Game of Inches, for my Fantasy Leagues series. This week we write to the word prompt "short". Poor Lola, she can't "catch" a break any better than I could catch a touchdown pass from Peyton Manning. shameless pun. “Yes, Danika, I had a colorful childhood.” “Colorful? That’s just stupid, Lola. You were sexually abused, physically abused, and emotionally abused. You have too much abuse in your past to ignore, hoping it dies an agonizing death. It's your inner voice, crying for help.” “No, that would have been the sound of my youth meeting the reaper.” “Still want to make jokes? I don’t see how.” She really had the brain of someone warped into a cult. Looking back now, I realize my parents exposed me to trashed up stuff. However, the more I hear from Lola, the more I feel I wa...