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,

 

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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.

Regards,

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.

Writing.com

Also known as my home away from home. On June 27, I will celebrate seven years as a writing.com 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.

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