Clearing my mind

I have reached page 20 typed of Owl Story only I have 65 1/2 pages handwritten. Oh well I got to handwritten page 63 so couple more pages and I will be caught up again. 

I have started a couple other stories besides my main two. Although they are still pretty sketchy in the story details. I am not sure having mulitple stories going is really good for me or the stories. 

I grilled supper tonight, oh it turned out well. Two small sale pork tenderloins and a sliced chicken breast. I cheated I didnt make any sides to go with the meat. Hubby doesn’t know so its alright. He will have a salad with the meat so it won’t effect him negatively.

Trying get back in the swing of posting something even if I am just rambling. I tried to talk about writing.

Oh by the by I am reading The Liar’s Companion by Lawrence Block. I have read several of his other writing books. It is pretty good, especially if you get the three books for $12, the name escapes me. But search Barnes and Noble for his books and you’ll see them. Cheers,


Sunday night

I am trying to get back into the rhythm of my blog since hanging with the writing 101 crowd. Neat bunch of folks, some neat stories and ideas floating around in the Blogger U-verse. It has been a seriously crazy three weeks around here, but I am hoping things are going to stablize. I have been writing on my story but I have kinda let the other one slide. Although I have been writing and posting more I felt kinda lost here. How folks keep two, three, or more blogs going is beyond me. Anyway it is getting late and that pillow is calling. Cheers, james

Oh keep an eye out I am puttinga short story together to post here.

Writing 101 post 13

Dear james,

I am thrilled to report the capture of our self respect as well as the rediscovery of our self confidence. Curently things are going quite well here on the home front. Although I am concerned about our obsession’s newest obsession with handwriting. Several reports have come across my desk complaining of pain, sorenes and those ghastly ink spots.


Your Mind


Writing 101: post 6

I have been keeping up with the writing prompts but they just aren’t sparking my interest like the first four. But I thought hey why not I’ll give the Character Study a go. This is a character I have been musing over for a while, but I haven’t found his story yet.

He caught my eye the moment he walked in the door. A waitress knows how to read the customers she has deal with. And this one would be a challenge. He stalked into the room and the patrons quieted. He walked with the grace of a large cat, soft, easy on his feet. Long hair fell past his shoulders pulled back away from his face.

“May I help you sir?” my voice squeaked unintentionally. Those golden brown eyes narrowed and I became his sole focus. His nostrils flared catching the scent of my perfume.

“I prefer a table in the back, if you have one available.” His voice flowed over me and I could have melted looking into those eyes and dreaming about his hands on my.

“Sherry, you fool girl. Get back to work instead of daydreaming!” my boss screamed from behind the counter. My face blushed beet red and I couldn’t meet his eyes.

“This way sir.” I don’t know if he heard me whisper or if he followed out of habit, I led him to a table in the back corner. The patrons had begun talking again but they were much quieter in his presence.

“Sherry, what is good here?” shivers raced up my spine as he spoke to me like I was a real person, not just a waitress.

“Nothing is good here mister. You would be better off heading down the street to get fast food. What can I get you to drink?”

“A coffee please, and whatever you think would be edible. It will be okay, Sherry, you’ll see.” He touched my hand and I jumped as static electricity shocked me. I mumbled something and placed an order for the least greasy thing on the menu, the chicken salad. I fixed a new pot of coffee.

“I said quit daydreaming and get to work. Otherwise I’ll take it out of your pay.” My boss grabbed my arm and twisted. I gasped in pain and before I could say anything Golden Eyes was there. He took my boss’s hand off my arm and was growling something at my boss I couldn’t understand.

“Sherry forget the coffee we are leaving.” Golden Eyes threw some money on the counter and pulled me towards the door. I tried to pry his hand loose but I was caught in a steel trap.

“Hey wait a minute. I can’t leave, I need this job. Wait I need my purse, my stuff. Wait.” He tugged me out of the restaurant despite my struggling.

“We will get you new stuff. We need to leave now.” His eyes were lit with anger and something else danced in their depths I could identify.

Also known as my home away from home. On June 27, I will celebrate seven years as a member.  I would like to pay it forward to this great online writing community.

No matter what you write or like to read you will find kindred spirits there. There are free memberships and all levels of paid memberships. I would like to encourge you just go look around and see what you think. The Story Master and the Story Mistress, and all the other members will welcome you with open arms and warm greetings.

I hope to see you there and stop by my port.

Writing 101 post 3

My first song is God Bless The Broken Road. This song is a touching reminder that me and my husband both have bad experiences in our lives before finding each other. However without those bad moments would realize how wonderful things are now? I believe things happen for a reason. Ten years seperate me and my husband so he has lived thru more and remebers more. I had to reach the mystical age of majority before our relationship could work. 

The day I met my future husband he asked me how old I was. “22” I had replied. Skeptically he looked me over and said “I don’t believe it.” Ah the confindence of youth, I whipped out my license and said see for yourself. At which point he took my license studied it and said “would you like to go to the Ren Faire?”  And the rest is history. So moral of the story sometimes you find what you didn’t even know you were looking for in strange places.

My second song is an oldy, but goody, Amazing Grace. This was my grandad’s favorite song. This is the song I turn to in times of stress and distress. I can hear the melody and the whole church swelling with the power of this song, in my memories. No matter how far from home I am I can hear that song comforting and reminding of ones that have passed on. 

My third song is a bit of a mystery, Lola. I have listened to this song and its lyrics, but I can’t decipher what it is I like about it. The lyrics are kinda strange but the melody pulls me in evertime. My husband finds my singing along funny but he is a good sport. Of course this is the same man that finds my altered lyrics to AC/DC’s Dirty Deeds a laugh riot. I always thought the chorus was” Dirty deeds and the thunder jeep” of course the proper line is ” Dirty deeds done dirt cheap”. Go figure. That’s all folks. Cheers, james

Writing 101 post 2

If I could jet away in an instant  I would go to Scottland. I have never been but I have wanted to go ever since I read my first historical romance novel set in the Scottish Highlands. There is something about the beauty and history that it feels so familar. Maybe I was a highlands lass in a previous life. 

The Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina were settled by Scottish imigrants because the mountains reminded them of their beloved highlands. I fell in love with the mountains around Boone while attending college at ASU. I felt like I had come home.

Free Write 1st writing 101 post

Free write. No checks, no limits. Free isn’t free. There is always a price. Fire burn, caludron bubble. Illuminate the past. History lives and dies. Write to live, live to write. The pen is mightier than the sword. Friend or foe? Who wins? Who stands to gain? Who stands to lose?

Random chaos isn’t random. Life creates, age destroys. Times flies by me standing on the edge. I look but the abysss lookd back. Darkness hides the light of hope. God gives us hope to dispell the fear. Without one we can”t see the other. Okay tomorrow starts a new day.