Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Tuesday Tales are Evil...Really?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the simple sounding word- evil.  This will be the last installment from Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation. !

“I'd never do anything evil to you.” Rubbing his hands together, George kept looking at Mindie, his eyes pleading, asking for chances to be her everything.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Stupid question, her reaction, this situation, everything told her why. How could she ignore the sincerity of his love coming through each motion of body language? “Well, I mean, I know why you didn’t tell me, but, I’m still not sure how to take it.”
“I only wanted an honest beginning, nothing complicated, no strings, no reason for you to doubt my feelings for you have nothing to do with business. I’m asking you to trust me, no matter how difficult it may be.”
Staring at a spot on the floor, she refused to look into his eyes. All resolve disappeared when she gazed into his beautiful stare, especially when his penetrating gaze made it through to her heart. Keeping on topic became a drunken dance of walking some unnecessary line- a test of inner truth. “I…I really don’t know what to say.”
“What does it hurt to give us time? I’m asking you, actually pleading, you give us time to live through this experience. I want your opportunity, all you need to do is say yes. I’ll change your world in amazing ways.” Leaning forward, he kissed her forehead, lips tender against her heated skin- so close to a headache, yet he brushed the pain away. How could he be a remedy to so many parts of her life? Would she take the plunge? This headfirst, complete submission might define the rest of her life.
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Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Tuesday Tales, I'll Take a Cup of That

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the simple sounding word- cup.  From Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation.

“Hey, beautiful, what time should I pick you up tonight?”
Overthinking the question, every syllable took on some kind of hidden meaning. Key words pinged off a word meter in her brain. Hey, generally meant casual, but, why should he be casual, he’d seen her areola up close and personal. Did he really mean beautiful, as in the most glorious sight he’d ever seen. Don’t even get started on the should I pick you up tonight, was this some kind of menial hook-up, some weird means to an end?
“I don’t know, whatever time works for you.”
“I didn’t know how long it takes for you to get ready between work and home. You might want more time than I’m willing to wait.”
“I’d take my wine in a coffee cup, I’m not some kind of snob. It doesn’t take me hours to get ready for some simple night out.” Why the hell did she get so defensive with him? He’s gonna run for the hills for sure.
“Hey, hey, I’m just trying to plan our evening. Is something wrong?”
Yeah, everything’s wrong. I’ve got a seemingly wonderful guy giving me more than the time of day and I’m pushing him away like leftover fast food. I know he deserves better, why am I not giving it to him? “Look, I’m sorry, I’m being a brat. I’ve got some work stuff on my mind giving me fits, I’m afraid I’m on a one track mode this morning.” The contract still sat on her desk, she’d studied it several times even after Nixie did, trying to find the elusive loophole.
“I’ll make everything better in about ten hours, promise.”
Warmth squashed doubt as her loins warmed to a pleasantly comforting place of readiness. Remembering his lips upon her collar bone removed the temporary pissy mood. “I’m counting on it.”

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Monday, November 9, 2015

Tuesday Tales, More than a Flavor

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the ominous sounding word- flavor.  From Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation.

“You’re falling in love. You can’t hide it.”
Instantly, the barricade fortified Mindie’s hesitance. Matters of the heart didn’t fare easily into her admissions. Vulnerability squeezed her vocal cords, almost shutting off her words. “I don’t know.”
“Well, I do, I’ve seen love a million different ways. You’re not an exception. This glow doesn’t come from anything else.”
“You can see it?” Dear Lord, she didn’t want to be just another sap.
“What’s wrong with making it known? Shit, be truthful with yourself. You’re trying to hide from me, your self-proclaimed best friend who’s like family. Your act doesn’t work. Stop insulting my emotional intelligence. You’re really an idiot denying what’s going on inside your own soul.”
“It’s tough letting go.”
“You’re damn right it’s tough. Anything so powerful will be major, it’s horrifying. You’re allowing someone a total access backstage pass to your central command center…your heart. You don’t want your emotions raped, I get it. But, it won’t kill you.”
“Geez, you make it sound so incredibly desirable. Why doesn’t everyone fall in love when confronted with the analogy of rape?”
“Rape isn’t what I meant. I’m stooping to your level of peculiar. You’ve got a part of your heart beating out of rhythm, it needs in tune with another heart just as deprived.”
“Now I’m deprived?”
“Yes, you are.”
“How are things with you and what’s his name?” Changing the subject just might give her breathing room. She needed a bell for in between rounds, can I go back to my corner for a drink and pep talk?
“He’s wonderful, as a matter of fact. I’m falling in love with Brent.”
The openness of Nixie’s revelation soothed Mindie’s apprehension by a small margin. Yet, something about Nixie’s candor shocked Mindie in larger fashion. “Love, are you sure?”
“Absolutely yes ma’am.”
“When did this happen?”
“While you were off licking your wounds and falling in love with the asshole’s brother. Can’t we do this together? It’s so much more fun when we can compare love notes.”
 Rational thought combined with years of love for her best friend converged into reason. Mindie was being ridiculous. “I’ve really put up some stupid walls, haven’t I?”
“Yeah, you have. I love you too much to kick you to the curb, but, your secret paranoia is getting old. You aren’t the first human to fall in love and experience fear.”
Time to throw her some kind of detail. “Well, he is a good kisser.”
“That’s all you’ve done?” Nixie’s voice raised an octave, nuances of disappointment charred every syllable.
“We didn’t have a condom.”
“You’ve always had a self-control I admired and loathed at the same time. How the hell do you stop after your nipples harden?”
I don’t know how I stopped myself, the question amazed me. “I imagined my mother watching and the mood kinda went kaput for me. I can’t have children with a semi stranger who won’t stay in Braden.” He’s gonna leave and I won’t go with him. How will this even begin to work? Thankfully, Nixie began eating, obviously shelving our conversation for later. My appetite dropped, but, I couldn’t let her see. Every bite went down behind a dry swallow, hitting my stomach like lead. I couldn’t even enjoy the deliciousness I’d worked so hard on.
“You’d never be a flavor of the month.” Nixie brushed away the steadfast notion as if it were breadcrumbs.
He’s gonna leave. The earworm stuck in my brain like a bad commercial jingle.

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Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Tuesday Tales, Good as Gold

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the ominous sounding word- Gold.  From Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation.

Finding this modest side of Brent gave Nixie another reason to be impressed. He brought a personal subject into their discussion so casually and naturally. Obviously, pride didn’t hinder the disclosure. In the past when a man bragged about his pocket, he was careless with the contents. Nixie admired his practical statements. When Mindie began speaking, she took the opportunity checking around the room for atmosphere. Quickly catching her I were lit candles around the room. Not yet quite dark outside, natural light filtered in completing the golden tones flickering across the space. At a table set for three, a nice tablecloth with complimentary placemats served as a backdrop for their best dishes and cutlery. Mindie had even snuck in a wine carafe, holding a beautiful hued blend. Three sparkling wine glasses waited to be filled. Aside from the third-place setting, this appeared to be a date layout.
“Earth to you, are you listening?” Mindie smug expression wasn’t lost on nixie. Staring at her intently, Mindie must’ve known she’d interrupted a careful evaluation.
“I’m so sorry, my mind drifted away. Could you repeat the question?” Filled equally with appreciation and irritation with Mindie’s attention to details, nixie wasn’t sure what her best friend had in mind for the night. “I promise to give you my full attention from this moment on.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that promise.” Giving her a slow wink, Brent’s expression contained no lascivious intent.
Careful not to drift off again into the weight of her own imagination, nixie quickly evaluated his most recent sentence. If this guy wasn’t sending her definite signals, she clearly needed to get out of the dating game. Hopefully, his maturity backed up his words much better than the recent guy she wasted time with. “I never break my word.”
“I’ll go get the appetizers. Brent, would you pour us all some wine? Nixie, I forgot to turn some music on, would you mind hitting up the stereo?” More of an expectation than actual inquiries, Mindie disappeared into the back cooking area.
Now why did she do this to me? Music selection could be the most trickiest of tasks. Serious dinner conversation shouldn’t be overwhelmed by music selection. However, choosing something to droll could put a person to sleep. Anything too romantic, such as love songs, sent out a desperate signal. But she had to keep the current flow of their rapport, making this a tricky task. Flipping through their albums in her mind, nixie walked to the wooden cabinet holding their old-school record player. She lifted the lid, revealing a turntable inside the antique wood finish. A stack of albums already perched atop the slender spool. Flipping the power on, the current vinyl under the needle warbled to life.
“Sweet! You guys have actual records. It’s been forever since I’ve seen one of these.” Walking over to meter, Brent brought her a glass of wine.
“Yes we found this at a flea market one weekend. We both love the scratchy sound of an actual needle on a record. I don’t know, maybe it makes the music richer somehow.” Intent on soulful jazz sounds, nixie closed her eyes absorbing the smoothness, calming her heartbeat. With him standing so close, the pace raft again, almost leaving her breathless. Did he realize how intensely he affected her system? She had to be sending off obscenely loud hints as to what his presence did to her wildly out of control psyche.
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Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Tuesday Tales and I'm Starving!

Welcome to our visual Tuesday Tales, this post made me hungry every time I saw the picture prompt. It was easy to develop 300 words about this culinary masterpiece, enjoy....now, I'm gonna go find some food.

“I’m starving, whatever you have going smells absolutely bomb.” Nixie paced next to the table, having already placed their plates and silverware. “How much longer is it gonna be? Dammit, I need sustenance.”

“You’re gonna have a stroke someday if you don’t control your impatience.”

“I just might murder someone.” Lowering her voice, her words still lacked the necessary sinister tone to make them believable.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been more open with you lately.” Mindie’s apology floated from the kitchen within a cloud of sincerity meant to soothe Nixie’s savage disposition.

“What’s that, I couldn’t hear you?”

Mindie entered the dining room, hot dish in hand. “You heard me, I know you did. You’ve got the ears of a bionic woman.” Presenting their supper with flare, Mindie arranged the deep plate before stepping back. “This will fill us up but good.”

Sniffing the air just above the food, Nixie wrinkled her nose. “You can't bribe me with comfort food.”

“I know I can, I’ve done it a hundred times.”

“More like a thousand times.”

“Hey, I haven’t pissed you off that much, you don’t hide anger very well. Besides, you aren’t really angry with me today, just wanting some details. I needed food strength to help me do it. I don’t quite understand myself these days.”

Sitting down, Nixie grabbed a serving spoon, digging deep into the meat and vegetables, overflowing with flavor from the delectable gravy encompassing them. “I haven’t had an old fashioned meat pie since your momma made one last winter. Reminds me of home and love.”

“I love you Nixie, so much. You’re more than my best friend, you’re family. I need you and I wanted you to know how much I appreciate our friendship. I know I’ve been MIA lately, and it’s not right.”
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Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Tuesday Tales Heart of Glass

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the ominous sounding word- Glass.  From Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation.

“I can’t wait for the day we actually use crystal instead of glass.”
“I know what you mean, I think.” Carolyn didn’t always understand Nixie’s perspective. Her best friend kept her on her toes in that department. It was probably a good thing, since Carolyn could sometimes be the hopeless romantic. Nixie kept her grounded.
“The day we’re all famous, and everyone wants our wines, like some of the finest Napa or Sonoma brands. I don’t mean I want to get rid of these.” Holding up an etched glass reading Heart Nectar on the side, with their unique artistic logo next to it. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you turn all uppity or anything. I’ll knock your ass back down to reality when you need it.”
“Thank you for your generosity. I knew I could count on you.” Trying to giggle was like swallowing cinnamon, nothing could make the nearly impossible happen the right way. Carolyn was too preoccupied to properly daisy chain thoughts together.
Reading her like a supermarket tabloid was another fine gift Nixie possessed. She smelled out the bullshit. “When you are you gonna stop being all coy and just tell me what happened with George?”
“I thought you’d give me at least until the afternoon before you started the interrogation.”  Stalling for more time, Carolyn could find very few words that made sense, even for her. “I haven’t analyzed the situation yet.”
“You’ve had an entire day and night to analyze. I know you didn’t sleep more than an hour at a time flipping and flopping with visions of doom and gloom mowing down the sheep you tried to count.” Holding a pretend machine gun, Nixie graphically portrayed her example.
“Dear God you’re morbid.”
“I’m more impatient than morbid, so spill your guts before I spill ‘em for ya.”

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Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Tuesday Tales- Not One for a Grim Heart

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the ominous sounding word- GRIM.  From Heart Nectar, a new WIP for a new series please see my interpretation.


Never had anything made his heart so grim. Could she really turn away, never seeing him again? George had to convince her otherwise. "You are a woman who feels deeply. You aren't skeptical, logical, or doubtful, instead you fight for the possibilities.  “I'd rather have someone like you in my life, then anyone without a sense of fantasy. Until now, I'd never really wanted to take the time to stop Charles. I'd always accepted him for the asshole he was.” His voice lowered, cracking in desperation. “Now that he hurt you, I couldn't stand for it to go on another day."

The darkness shadowed on Carolyn’s minor facial expressions. Yet, he could see everything from her soul. They should put everything behind them where the negative belonged.

"Unfortunately, I believe everything you say. The tone of your voice is way more meaningful than the words you're saying." Wringing her hands, Carolyn chewed her lip, revealing her anxiety.

Consequently, the more she revealed hidden insecurity, George became heated, the long-standing instinct to sweep her up and make her his simmered just beneath his skin. "I want another chance to kiss you. Will you wait to make up your mind until then?" He knew she'd come alive just as much as he did. When their mouth met the first time she tasted just as he'd imagined, an all-consuming combination of joy and passion, tinged with the sweetness of delicious bakery frosting.

Taking a small step backward, Carolyn's hesitance almost made George gasp. Wrapping her arms around her body, she retained a protective, defensive stance. Lifting her chin, Carolyn still shivered from the weight of their discussion. Valiantly, she attempted mustering strength neither one of them had. "Maybe I've had enough kissing men for a while. It always seems to get me in trouble."

"We can make it a good trouble." Slowly, with smaller steps than usual, George inched his way toward her quivering body. "I won't do anything you don't want. I'm not the kind to bully anyone into my wishes." Reaching forth his left hand, he ran a finger along one of her arms. Goosebumps quickly trailed behind his touch. Standing stock still, Carolyn averted her gaze away from his probing eyes. Suddenly, she noticed it. Not even the darkness could hide what the moonlight brightly illuminated. Why hadn't she noticed it before?

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Monday, September 7, 2015

Tuesday Tales, What a Gorgeous Moon

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the intensely striking photo of the moon. I think of harvest moon when I see such splendor. We only get 300 words to grab your attention and bring you into the world we're writing from.  From Steal My Heart, a new WIP for a new series.

“You’re one giant leap for me in a world full of my small steps.”
There’s no way she could ignore such a plea. He was as genuine as Charles was deceitful. Not cut from the same cloth, only sharing a few threads of DNA didn’t make this man the same conniving scum who’d invaded her home and body with such treachery. George exuded sorrow for actions he hadn’t even taken. Her fingers yearned to touch his hair, pulling him in closely, as if she’d never get another chance. “The moon is romanticizing your words.”
“Don’t blame anything on this setting, although it’s perfect.” The secluded winery nestled securely among vines much older than her twenty-something years on the planet. The antique atmosphere delighted a girlish sense of love sustained by the safety of countless others who’d shared the same gardens. Treading the same paths as thoughtful dreamers gave Carolyn permission to believe- To believe in all his eloquent words.
“Aren’t you angry with me, at least a little bit?”
“How could I be angry when he clearly tricked you? Our own mother was duped several times by his theatrics. Unfortunately, he learned at an early age to take advantage instead of being noble. I started feeling regret for him when I realized he would never have the capability. It’s hurtful that he isn’t even bothered by such trivial human conditions as feelings, emotions, or empathy. He broke my heart before I even knew of the love from a woman.”
“I still should’ve known it wasn’t you. Perhaps, I was wishful thinking, which still isn’t an excuse.” How could she voice aloud her shortcomings of rational thought? Basically, she admitted the possibility she took the man standing in front of her, without really knowing for sure.
“No, I’ll never believe that.”
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Monday, August 31, 2015

Tuesday Tales - Do You Have a Hardy Heart?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the teasing word, hardy. From Steal My Heart, a new WIP for a new series.

Her cell phone ringing interrupted Carolyn’s respite. Only Nixie knew where she was, and wouldn’t call- probably not even if an emergency had her panicked. Looking at the number, she immediately saw George’s name, and she blanched. Not even declining the call, she let it ring till it stopped, debating on turning the damn thing off. What happened to the days of landlines and the ability to disappear without interruption?

He called again three more times before stopping. Her heart dropped each time he reached out. What would she say exactly?  I’m sorry, I made out with your brother before he felt me up. I couldn’t tell the difference, so…sorry.

How ridiculous was the way she berated herself. She’d never been so self-deprecating and it pissed her off. A text message then appeared before she threw her phone behind the bed.

Hey, please talk to me.

Dammit, why did he have to be so charming? She didn’t have to answer, and could ignore him as long as she wanted. Only a few moments went by before another message appeared.

I want to help you.

No, she still wouldn’t reply, although her fingers itched to respond. Physical reaction drowned her resolve, making it tough to swim in the waters of tenacity. She could reach out for the life preserver he offered, all it took was a few letters.

Blink once for yes and twice for no.

Damn, he was persistent, adding humor to the tension was a classic ice-breaker. Maybe he would understand, all she had to do was answer. George didn’t even know what happened, unless Charles the snake went bragging. The thought flowed through her veins like ice water, there’s no telling what Charles would say to twist the dagger. She didn’t know how far their rivalry went back, but, based upon her experience with them, it had to have begun in utero. Carolyn should give her side of the story first, getting a head start on the drama.

Or, maybe she call the whole thing off and George packing, along with Charles. They could beg the full amount from the bank, sidestepping the complications of adding this particular partner.

I don’t know what happened, but, I’ll kill him if he hurt you.

Shit just got real with that last text. With George so angry all day, every day about his brother, could she risk the reality George would actually commit bodily harm to Charles? Maybe it was time to at least reply. The scumbag wasn’t worth jail time.

I’m okay, just needed some time. Please let things go for now.

Adding the for now at the end gave him permission from her to wait, possibly calming the current situation down. Hopefully, he understood the unspoken promise she’d talk with him later.

Waiting impatiently, she hoped he’d accept her proposal. Another text should come through at any time. He was so intent on opening this unexplained hardy dialogue.

Or not.




Why didn’t he reply? Alarmed, she checked the power on her phone, yes, it was charged. Yes, she had service connections. Captive to worry, she had to reach out again, it mattered if he was there or not, regardless if she didn’t want the sentiment.

Are you there?

The reply came quickly, no hesitation across the air waves- Always.

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Monday, August 17, 2015

Tuesday Tales and We're Writing!

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the teasing word, writing. From Steal My Heart, a new WIP for a new series.

"What happens when this place bores you, after you’ve invested so much time and money into it?”

“I could think of plenty of ways this place wouldn’t bore me.” A smile that could only be termed as mischievous crept slowly across his mouth. His lips were incredible.

Shaking off a primal instinct to strut or attempt to mating call. Carolyn tried to remain professional. Both these guys tweaked a nerve, but George had the sensitivity to back it up. Why was he so damn enticing? “I’m not all starry eyed by the rich guy.”

“My interest in Heart Nectar is completely legit, as is my interest in getting to know you better.”

Oh, dear God, he’s actually coming on to me. What do you say to that? “Look George, you're pleasant enough and attractive. I just don’t see how few minutes we’ve spent here during a meeting makes you interested in me.” Suddenly it made sense. The rivalry between those twin brothers was so intense it merged both business and pleasure. Acquiring the target was a game. “Although the business might be up for a backer, its owners aren’t.”

This reminded Carolyn of freshman year in high school, when Joey Donahue rocked her world. Carolyn’s beauty had been a work in progress. Surviving buck teeth and a bad haircut in junior high, she’d never gotten the interest of any boys. While many friends around her passed love notes back and forth, she concentrated on things she could control, like schoolwork and gardening. Gardening is where her interest in grapes first began. Making something desirable from something plain became her dream. Maybe it mirrored the way she felt about herself, some sort of getting better with age or other immature thought process. The summer before high school began, however, became the turning point in her femininity. Her face grew into her teeth, which in turn straightened on their own, settling into her mouth perfectly. Her hair grew long and silky, and her breasts filled out. She was like the new girl in town although she’d been there all her life.

Joey flashed her a smile in the hallway during a passing period. She instinctively looked over her shoulder for the intended recipient. With no one there, she quickly turned back around to find him standing directly in front of her, still flashing that smile. "Hey, how was your summer?"

“Um… um… it was good. Was, what about you?” Why the hell did she sound so lame? She known this guy for years. But this line of questioning was something intensely new.

“It was great. Yours was better than good, it was great too. I mean look at how beautiful you are.”

Oh Lord, she’d never been called beautiful by anyone other than family. Why was her breath stuck in her throat? She’d even seen him eat dirt once, a long time ago. It was one of those double dog dare situations that drew a crowd. So why was she so tongue-tied in front of them, the dirt eater? “Thanks.” The short answer that thankfully she managed out.

“I got to get to practice, but let’s talk again later, K?”

He walked away before she answered him. Of course the now hunky, good-looking football player had all the confidence of someone who’d never actually eat dirt. The arrogance was strangely appealing. By the time several weeks had went by he’d smooth talk her all the way to second base. Those new breasts got her more attention than she was ready for. Turns out he was only interested in her new territory for status among the guys. She was the target between two guys she’d known for years.

She questioned everyone’s motives after that. One demeaning experience triggered a doubt she’d never shake.

“I’m an honorable man. You’ll see that in time.” The way he stared into her eyes could be quite convincing, if she weren't so shrewd.

“I’ll say put all your intentions in writing. We'll have the structure of a contract to keep your intentions in line.”

“We're back to business again.”

“Absolutely we're back to business again I’d never put a personal relationship into a contract. Are you crazy?” Mail order brides and other arrangements might require signatures, but she wasn’t interested in that.

“I’d like to see the vineyard before I have my attorney prepare the paperwork. Are you good with that?”

It made sense he'd want to see the vineyard. I mean he didn’t want to invest in a bunch of scraggly plants hoping to become lush vines. “Of course, you make perfect sense.” A glance out the window showed Carolyn a trip then wouldn’t be worth much. Dusk was quickly becoming full on nightfall. Did this mean she’d have to see him again that quickly? “It’s really too dark right now to see much.”

“Dark or not, I’m seeing quite a bit. And I really like what I see.”

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Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Tuesday Tales, Where Does Love Bloom?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the teasing word, bloom. From Steal My Heart, a new WIP for a new series.

The girls placed new tablecloths on a few tables in the tasting room. Rich color accentuated the wood plank walls. Their business already looked like something from a wine cellar. Expanding upon the current theme should be simple enough. However the girls had plenty to talk with Brent about regarding his suggestions and what could be done in their planned renovations. With the closed sign displayed for a few hours, the girls focused on the questions they had for Brent, prepped a few of their favorite food items, and set a few bottles of wine out for him to choose from. Nixie suddenly stopped, giving Carolyn a befuddled look. “Do grapes actually bloom?”

A knock sounded on their front door, interrupting her reply. “Look, you really are nervous, you can’t even remember about our prime ingredient. That’s your queue. Why don’t you go let our guest in?”

“Seriously, I thought maybe you could open the door and give me time to look all casual sitting at the table.”

“No, you need to be the one to let him in. It shows him how happy you are to see him, how excited you are.”

“I didn’t think I should seem so eager. Isn’t that a common downfall of dating?”

Giving Nixie a gentle push, Carolyn retreated to one of the tables. “Playing hard to get is overrated. Stop looking all the dating advice, and do what you want to do. I don’t think Brent is too hung up on the latest dating trends.”

Nixie ran her hand through her blonde hair. Smoothing the front of her dress, she took a deep breath then let it out slowly. Walking toward the door, she corrected her slouching posture, and appeared confident, though her insides were jumping around frantically. Placing her hand on the doorknob, she licked her lips, and instantly thought of Brent’s mouth, and wondered how he might kiss. “Dear Lord, I’ve got to get out more.”

Opening the door, her mind went back to the couple of times she’d seen him. The first time wearing his work clothes, he’d looked rugged and strong. Yet, the next time at the zoo, he was casual, yet well-dressed. He definitely knew how to outfit himself. Unsure what to expect, Nixie’s eyes widened when she saw him there in pressed slacks and a polo shirt unbuttoned enough to reveal a peek at his tanned chest. Reaching out a hand to shake, Brent quickly changed his mind and pulled her in to a full hug. “You look beautiful. I don’t know what smells better your hair, or whatever you two have cooking up back there.”

“Oh, it’s probably the cinnamon rolls.” Unsure what to say, within the first minute of his appearance, Nixie completely melted into appreciation. If this guy wasn’t 100% genuine, he was sure one hell of an actor.

Still holding onto her, he leaned in again, taking a gentle sniff of her hair. “After careful consideration I must say the cinnamon rolls have nothing on the delicious way you smell.” Pulling away, Brent look toward the back, visibly embarrassed. “So where’s the other half of this operation?” Peering around, he brought his gaze back to her. “I bet I sound ridiculous, don’t I?”

“Not at all, you don’t sound ridiculous. I’m quite flattered.”

“Yeah well my cousin Austin was telling me I should try some bold tactic when I saw you again. I’m not much in the dating scene, so I thought I’d give his advice to try. But instead I kinda sounded like a weird perv.”


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Monday, July 20, 2015

Tuesday Tales, the Eye of the Tiger...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the teasing word, Tiger. From Steal My Heart, a new WIP for a new series.

"Who needs a tiger when we have a cougar?" Nixie wrinkled her nose never taking her eyes off the beautiful woman and her obviously younger companion. “What am I doing wrong?”

“You aren’t wrong, absolutely nothing is wrong with you. Will you be easier on my poor best friend?” Carolyn snacked on popcorn, staring into the tiger enclosure. “You had a great idea to come to the zoo, it’s been way too long. I guess I’ve been way too stressed out.”

“Nothing like childhood to bring a smile, huh?” Finally turning around away from the snuggling couple, she snagged a few pieces of popcorn from Carolyn’s bucket. “Today, we don’t think about men, wine, money, business, or being an adult. We pretend we are young again, when these creatures fascinated us.”

“We are supposed to not think about men when you just described them perfectly? You know, creatures, but, maybe not fascinate me as much as irritate me.”

“You’re still judging all men by some glied-face named Charles. We should ban the name Charles from our vocabulary.”

“As good as done, I won’t ever use that name again. At least not today, not on such a beautiful day.”

Before the sun beat down relentlessly from the clear mid-western sky, the girls took the opportunity to visit a nearby zoo. The early morning dew still sparkled on blades of green grass. Smells of enclosures without the harsh stench of wildlife invigorated promise of the warming day. Animals readied for guests , if not domesticated, at least accustomed to human presence. The heat drove them inside shades or quasi-caves making morning the perfect time for the girls to visit. Neither one had been to a zoo in years, evidenced by youthful enthusiasm, frequent giggles, and pointing in many directions.

“Why can’t things be as simple as today, all the time?”
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Thursday, July 9, 2015

Leflunomide - DMARD 101

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers...My life took a turn a few years ago when I became sick and started a quest to find out what was wrong. Several doctors, tests, and what seems gallons of blood later returns the result as Rheumatoid Arthritis, commonly referred to as RA.

Swelling between thumb and first finger web
RA frequently attacks more than joints in the body. According to rheumatology.org :

What is rheumatoid arthritis?

Swelling below my ankle bone

RA is a chronic (long-term) disease that causes pain, stiffness, swelling and limited motion and function of many joints. While RA can affect any joint, the small joints in the hands and feet tend to be involved most often. Inflammation sometimes can affect organs as well, for instance, the eyes or lungs.
The stiffness seen in active RA is most often worst in the morning. It may last one to two hours (or even the whole day). Stiffness for a long time in the morning is a clue that you may have RA, since few other arthritic diseases behave this way. For instance, osteoarthritis most often does not cause prolonged morning stiffness.
Other signs and symptoms that can occur in RA include:
  • Loss of energy
  • Low fevers
  • Loss of appetite
  • Dry eyes and mouth from a related health problem, Sjogren's syndrome
  • Firm lumps, called rheumatoid nodules, which grow beneath the skin in places such as the elbow and hands
Today, I'm going to talk about a new medication I've been prescribed- Leflunomide *(AKA Arava). I'd never heard of this drug until my doctor suggested giving it a go. The side effects of most medications these days can be overwhelmingly scary. Looking at possibilities of liver damage, kidney damage, some cancers, etc, almost makes a person want to stay away from them all. However, my quality of life has diminshed to the point I need something to help slow the damage progression. According to rheumatology.org LEFLUNOMIDE


"Leflunomide (Arava) is a drug used to treat swelling and pain in arthritis. It belongs to a class of medications called disease-modifying antirheumatic drugs (DMARDs). This class of medicines can decrease joint damage and disability.

Fast Facts

  • Leflunomide is often a second-line drug used to treat rheumatoid arthritis if initial drugs are not helping substantially.
  • Leflunomide can cause liver injury, so alcohol and certain other medications should be avoided, and blood work should be performed regularly to monitor liver function.
  • This medication can cause serious birth defects, and this risk may persist long after the drug is discontinued.


Leflunomide is used to treat the symptoms of rheumatoid arthritis. It may be prescribed alone or with other medications, such as methotrexate. ***

Time to effect

It may take several weeks after starting leflunomide to experience an improvement in joint pain or swelling. Complete benefits may not be experienced until 6-12 weeks after starting the medication."

MY PERSPECTIVE------I've been taking this med for about 45 days. I thought I was in the clear of most side effects, however, just this past week, I've had horrible nausea lasting all day long. I can only eat when I'm very hungry, and ignore the nausea. But, cannot eat much before the sick feeling overcomes the hunger. I'm not experiencing any real relief from the RA symptoms, but, I know it could take several weeks to notice any improvement. Maybe the nausea means it's working?? Isn't that nuts, grr.

Leflunomide can stay in the body system for up to two years after stopping. TWO YEARS! So, if a person has a negative reaction, they may require a medical washout to remove the medication from the body. Basically, a washout procedure consists of another drug introduced into the body to remove the unwanted medication. However, further information would be best explained by a medical professional. When I saw the long half-life, this obviously concerned me. It's something I'd never thought about before. I believed when a person stopped taking a medication, it processed through the body and removed itself quickly. I learned something new with this drug therapy, that's for sure.

Washout Procedure
"Leflunomide has a long half life of up to 6 weeks. Adverse effects may be seen for a long time after the drug is stopped. A washout procedure can be considered in patients having severe side effects or in men or women considering conception. (If a waiting period of up to approximately 2 years under reliable contraception is considered impractical, prophylactic institution of a washout procedure is advisable)."

So, I'm not sure how this medication will work for me. I'm in the relatively early stages of introducing this drug into my body. I'd really like to know if you've had experience with this particular medication. Please leave me notes in the comments, if you'd like.

***I COULD NOT TAKE METHOTREXATE! the medication gave me horrible hives and skin discoloration.

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Tuesday Tales is Stiff!

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This week our group writes to the teasing word, flexible. From Steal My Heart, a new WIP for a new series.

“So, how are the numbers looking?” Anxiously sitting on the front of the chair seat, Carolyn leaned forward practically against the accountant’s desk. “No pressure, but, we’ve got some plans.”

Placing her hand against Carolyn’s bicep, Nixie eased her backward. “Don’t attack the accountant. You’re so rigid, what’s wrong with your muscles?” Squeezing up and down her arm, she couldn’t find any relaxed spots.

“I’m as flexible as a Barbie doll.” Shrugging off her friend’s grip, she shifted back into the chair. “I’m nervous, that’s it.”

“Ladies, profits are looking good.” Smiling, she tapped the paperwork in front of her. “I don’t see why you shouldn’t apply for the business loan for renovations.”

“Seriously? That’s incredible!”

“Have you decided what you want to do?”

The girls looked at each other, then, back to the accountant. Carolyn used her eyes to signal Nixie on. “We have that space next to us still damaged from the tornado winds years ago. We think it’d make a lovely tasting room, maybe add a small café to the space. We are still deciding.”

Loosening her tongue from the knot of anticipation, Carolyn offered further details. “Not a full kitchen, maybe just salads and soups, but, we really want to showcase the wines. Our small space right now limits us from possibilities.”

“Do you know who you’d hire to do the work?”

“Maybe Brant Larsen, he’s helped us with the vineyards some.” Carolyn shrugged her shoulders, looking to Nixie for agreement.

The accountant interjected, unaware of the unspoken body language between the two friends. “Ahhh, yeah, nice guy, his family have the farm outside of town.”

Sitting stock still in her chair, Nixie said nothing. Avoiding Carolyn’s gaze, she didn’t even nod.
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