Monthly Archives: February 2010

Saturday mornings

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I love Saturday mornings.  I get the luxury of lounging about for a while.  Not something that happens a lot in my life.  I usually take the time to do five crossword puzzles, read the horoscope, finish my post for my group blog if I haven’t already done it and saved it, and then its time for the shower.  As I write this, I am still in my robe and it is 8:45 a.m.    Nice, leisurely morning. 

Things will change, though as I have to run lots of errands today.  And I am close to finishing the first draft of my latest manuscript and while I’m excited about that and plan to get it done today if at all possible, I then have the dreaded edits to work on.  Hate that part.  Alas, must head to the shower.

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Pulling words forcibly from the keyboard

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Ever have one of those writing days where each word is torture?  Sheer, pure, agony?  I had one last night. I mean, every word was hard fought and excruciating.  So, I finally decided I had  had all I could take and went to bed with the thought that it would be better to re-start that scene from scratch on another day.  

Guess what? Today, in the cold light of dawn, I got a chance to look at the words that were dragged out of me and shock me–  they were pretty good.   Not stellar but good nonetheless.  I am not going to have to trash the lot of them.  A little tweaking and I’m moving on to the next scene.  Whew (she wipes brow in relief).

Strange Mysteries

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I’ve decided not to submit a short story to Strange Mysteries.  It is an anthology that I had intended to submit a story I started.   Since I am deep into my new full length manuscript, I don’t feel I have the time to polish the little story about my psychic lemur.   Maybe next time.

President’s Day

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had an enjoyable day off.  Wrote for part of the morning.  Went to a movie and saw Young Victoria. I very much enjoyed it.  Men in tight pants always makes me happy.  Rupert Friend was excellent as Albert.   James Broadbent, as King William was, as usual, excellent.  Love him.  

Here’s a tribute to two great men of our Nation: one who helped found it and one who kept it together at all costs, even at the cost of his own life.  Two men well worth honoring. I regret that more places do not close in their honor. 

It is a bone of contention even.   Anyway, I thank them for their service to this Great country.  

4586

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That’s the number of words so far in two chapters of my WIP called Runaway.  I am amazed already where my heroine is taking me.  I thought I knew her background.  HAH!  That’s what I get for thinking.  She has stunned me with her secret.   This one should be an experience to write.   Dare I hope that it is the thriller I have wanted to write since the one I lost in a computer crash in 1998?   I need to tell myself not to get too hopeful this early in the game but I am optimistic.

A short story for your amusement

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I wrote this one called A Walk in the Woods for a contest to write a story with no tag lines.   Enjoy:

A Walk Through The Woods

Man, we have been walking for hours.”

“Nah. It just seems like it since it is so hot out here.”

“These trees sure don’t give off much shade, do they, Andy?”

“Nope. And not even a breeze blowing.”

“Whose dumb idea was it to hike these woods in the ninety five degree heat?”

“That would have been your idea, Andy.”

“Yea. Blame me, John.”

“Well if he doesn’t, I will.”

“Shut up, Anna. You are to be seen and not heard.”

“You are a mean brother, John.”

“Yea. So?”

“All you two do is bicker. Stop it.”

“It sure is a long way out here.”

“Yea. My legs hurt. I’m tired. Let’s sit down.”

“No. Anna, you follow us around all the time and you better keep up or I will leave you alone out here.”

“You would not, John. Mom would kill you.”

“Well, I might and then how will you find your way back? Andy has the compass.”

“She probably can’t even read a compass if we left her with one.”

“I can so, I’m a girl scout, Andy.”

“Woo hoo. Good for you.”

“Look, over there’s a lake. Let’s get a drink of water.”

“Sounds good. I need to refill my canteen anyway.”

“It sure is hot.”

“You got that right, Andy.”

“Ahh. That was refreshing.”

“Uh, John, look over there.”

“What is it, Andy?”

“Just look over there by that tree.”

“Oh my God, what’s THAT?”

“Dunno. What do you think it is, John?”

“Geez, it sure is weird looking.”

“Do you think its dead?”

“I’m not sure. Its not moving.”

“I’m scared”

“Anna, you’re a sissy.”

“I am not!”

“John, I told you not to bring your stupid little sister out here with us.”

“My mom made me, Andy.”

“She wouldn’t have if you had told her the truth about where we were going.”

“Yea. Mom will be mad at you for bringing me this deep in the woods.”

“Shut up, Anna.”

“No. You shut up.”

“Stop it, you two. John, poke that thing and let’s see if it is alive.”

“You poke it, Andy.”

“I have to find a stick first. I’m not gonna touch that thing with my hand. Look at all that fur.”

” It looks nasty.”

“Oh for Pete’s sake, John, poke it with your sneaker.”

“You are both chickens. I’ll poke it with my baton.”

“Been meaning to ask, why would you bring a baton into the woods, Anna?”

“Because I take it everywhere so I can practice, Andy.”

“Dumb.”

“Not so dumb when I can use it to poke this thing.”

“Just do it, then.”

“All right. All right. Don’t rush me, Andy.”

“You have to poke it harder than that, Anna. You barely touched it.”

“Here then, Smarty, you do it. Here’s my baton.”

“I can’t tell if it moved under all that fur. You try, John.”

“Okay. Give me that baton.”

“HEY! Stop it! All your yakking and poking woke me up. Can’t you see I am trying to sleep, here? Have you no manners?”

“Oh My God, Its alive, RUN!”

“MOMMMA………”

“Wait for me, John!”

“I thought they’d never leave. No wonder us Yetis stay so deeply hidden. Stupid humans have no couth. I think I’ll take a quick dip in the lake to cool off and then get back to my nap. Ahh.”

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