Here in Eastern North Carolina we are seeing some nice fall weather with enough of a rain drizzle to cozy up with a nice mug of hot earl grey and a good book. Although in a writer’s case a fresh sheet of paper, a sweet writing pen or a new document on the computer. I do have a slight confession to make, this type of weather makes me want to pick up my knitting too.
Many a cherished memory began with a day like today. It meant chicken and rice or if I was with MeMa and Pappy gizards and rice were on the menu for supper. It meant time spent on the front porch watching it rain with Pappy while he smoked. Hours curled on the couch listening to Grandaddy or Grandma talk about their lives growing up. I was so very blessed to have two wonderful caring sets of grandparents that made sure I knew I was well loved. Days like this meant Dad didn’t work outside and we would go places, the movies, the laundrymat, the bookstore, where ever we wanted or needed to go.
So on a perfectly lovely deary evening what do you yearn to do? Sip tea or coffee while you read, write that next page or start a new story, knit something warm and cozy, or sit quietly and listen to the world. Here’s to you and your own cherished memories and the places they can take you. Cheers, james
Driving to see my hubby at work tonight, I was struck by the play of the headlights on the shoulder of the road. I should have been paying attention to my driving and looking for the random bambi looking to be a roadside pancake. However I was letting my imagination run wild.
I could see in my writer’s eye a nebulous horrifying beast keeping pace with the car. The tail lights of the car ahead of me, illuminating its souless glowing red eyes and the flecks of slobber being flung from its gaping jaws. Chubacabra at first came to mind, rough scales dancing across a muscular body, long teeth and hideous snout finishing the head. Racing closer to the car and just before it leaped, I lost it. The car ahead of me had stopped to turn.
I searched the shadows for it on the way back home to no avail, the monster had disappeared back into the shadows from whence it came. Several times I caught the red glow of eyes in the dark and chills rattled my spine. The hunter was now the hunted. I stayed on the main road instead of taking the back way into town. First mistake made in every horror movie “let’s take the spooky less traveled path fit for monster, murders and pyschos”. I admit it not a horror movie fan. However who needs Hollywood monsters, when my imagination is chock full of ’em.
So now that I have shared my monster. Where does your writer’s eye see monsters? Just beyond the glow of your headlights, swimming in the murky depths, high above you in the night sky, or patiently waiting in the shadows?
Her Sanctuary by Toni Anderson
I downloaded a free copy of this book from Barnes and Noble for my nook.
This is a well written tale of intrique with just enough romance to soften the edges. The story begins in New York City and a woman on the run to the final showdown in Montana’s Big Sky Country. The point of view bounces between the main characters and Ms. Anderson handles it very skillfully.
I throughly enjoyed this first book of this series. If you like romantic mystery this is an author you should try.