Sunday, August 30, 2009

Sunday Scribblings - Poetry

It had to be precise,
no more and no less.
Her mind would not allow
the simplest of deviations,
She focused on the thread of frustration
causing her stress.

She wanted to play, today.
Her friend unavailable,
Her anger grew.
The fates are so mean,
She just wanted to play.
Now she had no one,
Great, another boring day.

It had to be precise,
No more and no less.
Her mind now steeped,
with unlimited stress.

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Friday, August 28, 2009

Just Call Me Happy...

Gilmore that is. You know the wickedly bad golfer he was before he got that sweet hockey stick golf club!

Yep, I joined my mother and my Darling Diva on the course today for nine holes ~listen to me with all that golf lingo~ Four or is it Fore? LOL

I am, without a doubt the worst golfer. My drives putt-putt about two feet in front of me and my putts go long. I'm not too bad with a pitching wedge, but it's hard to play the game with just that.

This is a short course with the max shot thingy of four, just meaning it should only take you four hits to get from the tee box to the hole and in. For the young players like my DD and the bad players like me, we max out at seven.

I was routinely at the seven mark today!

Why then do I do this crazy thing? I normally don't. However, my DD has recently taken to it and I wanted to see how she was doing, but sadly the course does not allow for golf cart drivers only...damn the luck!

On the up side DD did very well and I even got some pictures, plus I had a story idea. Hot, sweaty golf cart monkey sex anyone? LOLOLOL

Have a great weekend!

Monday, August 24, 2009

What's your happy place look like?

The other day, Darling Diva was at the beginning of a newly hormonal, crazed tantrum and in order to stem the flow of anger, I told her to go to her happy place and come back to us when she was calm. This obviously threw her for a loop. I wasn't sending her to her room or to a corner(she's to old for this one now). I wasn't going to take anything away or ground her.

Nope, it was off to the happy place, but what is this thing called a happy place, she asked...

Aaah, the happy place. Different for everyone, but such a needed thing. That special place in our minds that make everything better to some extent. Maybe your on a beach, or in a music room with a plethora of instruments you magically know how to play like a professional.(this one would be uber cool - right)

For me it's the library in my head. The space that I've decorated in bookcase chic. All filled of course with read and unread books just waiting for my presence. A beautiful chaise lounge sits in the corner with the perfect reading lamp - not too bright, not too dim. An ice and water dispenser to your immediate right with only real glass, glasses.(water just taste better in real glass-IMHO)

My happy place has calmed me quite often and sometimes I visit just because I like to run my imagined fingers over my books. Stopping every so often at one I've read already, just to find the spot in the book that tripped my trigger, be it a well written love scene or a conflict so well written I'm drawn to reading it again and again.

I have not yet gotten an answer from DD about what her happy place is, but I suppose it's private to a pre-pubescent diva, so I don't push...she'll tell me when she's ready.

What about you out there? Do you have a happy place? Do you visit just because or does it take loads of stress and frustration to pull you in?

Have a great Tuesday!

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Sunday Scribblings - Adult

She knew she'd come into her adulthood as she looked down into the still smudged face of the being so recently ripped from her body. Tape held the feeding tube secure as it lay in her nostril ready to deliver the sustenance painfully engorged within her breasts. Tape also secured the IV to the sweet angels head - her veins to small anywhere else on her body to adequately deliver the needed medications. The large tube locked into the side of her neck, cleaned her blood while continuing to support her heart and lungs.

No longer could she be the carefree risk taker. The does as she pleased, stay out all night barfly she'd sometimes envisioned herself. Now she was a grown-up, a person with responsibilities, a mom.

No matter what happened in this cold sterile room, she could never go back. Her life as an adult lie ahead. Embrace it she would praying the entire time that it would not involve a funeral in the very near future.

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Friday, August 21, 2009

Friday Flash Fiction - Rain

Rain fell against the bedroom window, tapping out a sexy rhythm the lovers moved too. Every thrust and withdrawal timed to match the slow sound of the Angel’s weeping. The writer in her ached to put words to the perfectness of the moment. Hot, sweaty, furious, pounding, delectable…. The woman she was begged the writer to shut up and enjoy the moment. Live outside her head for now and feel the highs her husband was taking her too. They had so little time left. Time she needed to say goodbye. She prayed the rain would continue long enough for her to wash away the pain and loss of their end.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

No Trip To Oz For Me....

So wow, yesterday was quite a day in my little pond. Storms which included flooding and tornado's blew through all afternoon. Sirens screamed, my dogs cowered and my darling diva sat with her American Girl doll in one arm and her purse over the other. While I, being the grown-up and all, wondered if I did make it to Oz, would I get my own shapeshifting lion, metal man and happy-go-lucky straw man?

If I did, would they have a really sexy story to tell? Or would it be a nightmare of apple whipping trees, green peeps and cranky sexless witches who played with flying monkeys?

LOL...quite the mom, huh. I've found much to my families surprise that there is not much that comes into my life that I can't somehow turn into a story idea. Some of them fizzle, but some of them flourish and need to be written.

My non-trip to Oz? Well, so far it seems to be a fizzle, but who knows, maybe something else will happen to make it flourish. :)

Have a great day!

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

I'm back and ready to...Sleep?

Three days. Three days of time spent at the lakes edge, plotting, planning and playing. At least when it wasn't raining. ;) Day one was a fully rainy day, no in the lake play for us, but we did learn how to play 500 rummy and took lovely, short naps.

Day two started much the same way as day one, but we made due with a jaunt over to Itasca State Park. Preachers Grove, was again awe inspiring - 300 year old red pines towered over us in a quiet unlike any other. Though it was raining, sprinkling by this point, we couldn't tell. We were protected by nature itself. After some much needed quiet time and more ideas blasting me with their awesomeness, it was back in the cars to move to our next state park destination...the headwaters of the mighty Missip. The goal here was to show my darling diva where the Mississippi River begins. To let her see that the body of river she thinks is huge in the cities, really starts out as this little babbling brook with a pretty rock bridge running across it.

Pretty cool - right?

Um, yeah to a nine year old DD, it was ooooh yuck! There's mud in my shoooooooe. Luckily, our goal was two-fold and we did get the second one accomplished. A picture of my brother and I, next to the plaque. My parents, who obviously enjoy this site, have taken a series of pictures of us next to this spot almost every ten years.

Now that is cool. And my how we've changed.

Day two and a half. By now the sun has battled the rain and won!! We excitedly raced back to the lake and proceeded to enjoy hours in and on the water, fishing, swimming, was fabulous. I burned, not so happy about that, but worth it to convince the DD that fish were not going to bite her toes...LOL

Day three. Half a day of cards, more story ideas and time by the lake... Then the dreaded drive home.

All in all, it was really a nice time. And here I was, worried about the trip... I'm glad to be proven wrong!!

I am, however, exhausted and in need of sleep, but my writing calls....

My thanks to Fleeter05 on photobucket. I nabbed his picture of the headwater plaque to share with ya'll. :)

Friday, August 14, 2009

Friday Flash Fiction - Dances

“Damn you, AnnaMarie,” Baylomb bellowed. “Shift!”
The juice pouring into her body moved her limbs in an obscene sort of sexual dance. One he controlled, while her mind grasped the last thread of her humanity. He would not win.
“Don’t make me increase the voltage, my dear.”
“f-f-f… eww”
“Fine, have it your way. Increasing to 440 volts.”
Thank the gods he didn’t know the real secret to a dragon shift lie not in the pain of the electricity coursing through her, but in the after spark of pleasure the white heat left in her muscles.

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Thursday, August 13, 2009

So I'm going away for a long weekend...

Yep, going to the lake for some R&R. Why then does that leave me with a sour stomach?

Could it be that I'll have no access to a computer let alone an Internet connection for three whole days? Or that my idea of R&R is worlds different than the family I'm going with? Or maybe its that in addition to five adults and one child we will be taking along five small dachshunds with really big attitudes!!

On the upside, we'll be safe from the grizzly's! LOL Have you heard that one...Five small doxie pups together can take down a full grown grizzly...really? My short, stubby legged little spunksters are hell on rabbits, but really a bear? I, erhm, kinda doubt it! hehe

Since I'm not really that concerned about bear attack, I think my questionable interest in the weekend trip, stems from one and two...

One, I love my Internet and computer. Being logged on is relaxing for me, plus I have a daily routine that I am very, very use too. It will probably do my addiction some good to be away for a short time, but it will be frustrating to not be working on the WIP and sadly I still don't have a laptop....oh well, I'll survive. :)

Two, on a scale of 1 - 10, my idea of R&R is a 1 while my families is a 10. A fact I know they they are fully aware of, but have great hopes of changing. LOL See, give me a hammock, a blanket, several books, and a camera to document the beauty of the peace around me and I'm good. Relaxation, here I come!! Now, for the rest of family, biking, hiking, golf and other active-ities are the only way to go...

It's bound to be an interesting weekend.

Have a great "long" weekend everyone!

Monday, August 10, 2009

Today's the day!!!

The Challenge releases from Liquid Silver Books today! I'm over the moon here today. I can't wait to see my beautiful lady, ready to go tonight.

As an added treat for me, the lovely ladies over at the Happily Ever After blog have asked me to guest blog today! Come on over and see What Almost Killed My Happy Ever After.

I also added a fun little snippet from The Challenge.... Enjoy!

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Sunday Scribblings - New

I just love to see the prompts pop up every week for the Sun Scribblings. Each time some diffrent idea fills my head. This week, a cute little poem. Enjoy!

The Barbie Dream House sat gleaming
The bikes shiny chrome still shone
Movies crinkled, their plastic wraps pristine
While books remained alone.

I bent to retrieve scattered paper,
All crumbled and torn
When giggles erupted
On that one special morn...

One boy and one girl
In their old fuzzy socks
Hiding from me
In that new dishwasher box

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Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Smokey turns 65!

That's right, the big guy of fire protection himself, Smokey Bear, turns Sixty-five on Sat.

The year 1944 saw the birth of what has to be, one heck of a successful ad campaign. In a recent study, 95% of those surveyed could finish the sentence when given the first words.

Wow! 95% is awesome. How about you out there, do you remember what smokey would say in those commercials where all the woodland animals were in the background, homeless after a fire burned away the forest?

Need a hint?

"Only you....."

How'd ya do? Need the rest?

"Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires."

Fear not if you got it wrong, because in 2001 they changed it to "Only You Can Prevent Wildfires." Is that the way you remember it? I, myself prefer the Forest Fires way, but I guess that what I got use to. :)

If you happen to be in or around International Falls, MN this weekend, stop by the visit Smokey Bear Park and get your pic taken with this guy...26 ft tall Smokey.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Sunday Scribblings - Anticipate

Some days I know are not going to be good writing days, whether it's that I feel nasty or that I have so much on my plate that day, that I will barely get a few moments at the computer. Today, however, I am fighting an unusual battle with myself...Rhyming. All I want to do is rhyme! LOL Not so good for erotic romance, but kinda fun for poetry. ;)


Sunshine blazed through the bedroom blinds
Teasing and tempting, being oh so unkind
Each minute that passed, fear filled her mind
Soon he’d awake and swat her behind.

“Out, out” He’d demand
Her clothes filling his hand
“Our time it is through.” He’d say as he hustled about
“But, it’s sure nice meeting you.” As he showed her the way out.


Have a great day!