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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