This past Wednesday we did three truths and a lie. If you remember my stories were about growing up in the catholic schools, dancing on a bar in New Orleans, riding roller coasters, and hiking through a Mexican jungle.
The lie was *drum roll please* The evil roller coaster!! I hate roller coasters. They scare the stew out of me. I couldn’t ride one once, much less multiple times. So, if you guessed that one, go you!!
I did go to catholic schools up through and including college. The reason, I got a full time job at the college and part of my benefits were 2 free classes a semester. I was so not turning that down. I got my undergrad in Liberal Studies for free and half off my Masters tuition.
I did dance on a bar in New Orleans. LOL! Like I said, our bartender was hot and had an awesome Cajun accent. Who am I to turn that down? Besides, free drinks!!
And yep, hiked through the Mexican jungle. So flipping hot. It was like 98 degrees and a billion percent humidity. The more I walked the more I thought, I have to get something out of this. So I wrote the opening scene to Quest for Fire using the experience. The book is no longer available, but it’s in the pile to be rewritten. When it is, I’ll let you know.
See you all on Monday for Flash Fiction based on a song!!
Gwen
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THREE TRUTHS & A LIE
Huh, this actually sounds like the name of a really cool book or movie, but it’s our post for today. Now, I’m not sure if I’m supposed to let you guess which one is the lie, but I think that’s what I’m going to do. I’ll tell you four things about myself and you’ll have to decide which one is the lie. It’s more fun that way.
First, though, here’s male hotness, which is never a lie.
Okay, so here we go.
1) I went to Catholic school from 3rd grade all the way through college. I started out in a public school, but when my Mom was told they were going to bus me to a school over forty minutes away from home she took me out and put me in the parish school. I also went to an all-girls’ catholic high school and finally to a private, catholic college.
2) I once danced on a bar in New Orleans for free drinks. The bartender, with a hot Cajun accent, offered us free drinks if I got up on the bar and danced so I did. Hey, it was for free drinks, people.
3) I once hiked over a mile through Mayan ruins in billion degree heat. I used this experience as the opening chapter of my first published book.
4) I love roller coasters and once rode one like four or five times in a row. I kept getting off, then getting back in line again. I could have done it longer, but my sister said no more and we had to move on.
Now, it’s up to you to decide which one is the lie. I’ll tell you in next week’s Random post.
Now, run and check out what the other ladies have for you.
Jessica
Bronwyn
Kris
Jessica D
Kellie
See you all next week! — Gwen
FAVE THINGS: BEAUTY PRODUCTS/COSMETICS/ETC.
Welcome to another fabulous Random Wednesday post. Today, we’re talking about all our fave beauty products and cosmetics. First, here’s major male hotness
Okay, so I wish I could tell you I have tons of favorite things, since I’m such a product person, but I would be lying. I’ve never been one for makeup. I use foundation and blush . .. that’s it. Nothing more. Sometimes I toss on lip gloss, and, if I’m really crazy, lip stick, but nothing else.
There are a few things that I always use though and, no matter what, wouldn’t give up.
1. Bath & Body Works – I looooove them! My cabinet is loaded with shower gel and body lotion. I’m allergic to most perfumes, they’re just too strong for me. Lotion, on the other hand, I can handle. I love the smell of B&B products. Right now, I’m using Honeysuckle and something called Pure Paradise. The back of the bottle reads like a hot romance novel for lotions: This alluring scent is a sparkling blend of juicy star fruit, dewy fragipani blossom and water lily drenched with sun-kissed coconut and white musk. Turned you on, didn’t it?? I know! Me too. And, yeah, if anyone knows what a fragipani blossom is let me know. I think somebody made it up, but that’s just me.
2. Essential Oil from Acorns & Alchemy – Bronwyn turned me on to this place and I’ve found that I can wear the fragrances I get there. Of course, they’re all essential oils so that’s probably why. I love the names and the fragrances. So much fun. My last order included a scent called “13” (primary notes: blackberry, raspberry, clove, basil, bergamot) and Dark Goddess (primary notes: cinnamon, clove). I can’t tell you how much I love them both. They let you order small tester bottles so you can decide which one you like best. Love it!
3. Moisturizer – I always use moisturizer, every night. I also always wash my face. I know some people skip it because . . . whatever lame excuse. I never have. Even when I rolled home at 5am from a night that was best forgotten. I always washed my face and lotioned. I use Oil of Olay. My mom used it, so that’s what I use. I have regular for the daytime and nightcream for . . . .night.
4. Sunscreen – I use this when I know I’m going to be outside for any length of time. I have really fair skin and burn very easily. So sunscreen is a must.
Huh, yeah, that’s about it for my incredible beauty rituals. I wish I could tell you I go to the spa and all that stuff, but that’s a big old N-O. If you have any fabulous products that you love, let me know. And now run and check out what the other ladies love.
Bronwyn
Jessica
Kris
Jenny
Kellie
Jessica D
Paige
See you all next week! — Gwen
MAY FLASH FICTION – BASED ON A PICTURE
The evening breeze lifted Charlotte’s hair bringing with it just a hint of the coming autumn. The moon, shiny and plump, in the sky offered plenty of light to see the large, grey building. Windows, exactly twelve, ran in two rows letting passerby know there were two floors, but nothing more. Heavy drapes covered all the glass, not allowing anyone a peek into what may lay inside. A large wooden door, painted a soft blue-gray, was softly illuminated by an old-fashioned metal lamppost, and, looked to be, the only way in or out.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Charlotte said, coming to a stop in the middle of the sidewalk.
Jane, her accountant wardrobe ditched for the evening, turned to face Charlotte, hands on her hips. “What are you talking about? Do you know how hard it was for me to get tickets?”
“Besides,” Theresa chimed in, “how many times do you turn forty? We wanted to get you something amazing for your birthday and, you have to admit, this is amazing.”
Charlotte gazed at the building. “Is it safe?”
Jane nodded. “I checked it all out. The Club is very exclusive and rarely allows humans in. The only way I got tickets is it’s your fortieth. For some reason, vampires think that number is special. I had to apply nearly eight months ago, fill out quite a bit of paperwork. Come on, Charlotte, this is a once in a lifetime experience.”
“For all of us,” Theresa put in. “You’re the youngest so we won’t ever get another chance to see inside.”
Charlotte ran her hands up and down her arms. They were right. The Club was an once-in-a-lifetime deal, for them anyway. Vampires came and went, since they owned and operated the establishment, but humans weren’t allowed, unless they received special permission.
“You’re right,” she finally spoke. “It’s my fortieth and I deserve something special. Thank you two so much for this gift.”
Jean smiled. “It’s our pleasure. You deserve an amazing birthday.”
Theresa hooked her arm through Charlotte’s as the three women walked to the blue door. Charlotte dug the gold-embossed invitation from her purse and rapped on the door. After a long pause, a panel slid open and she pushed the invitation through.
Another pause and, she wondered, if they wouldn’t be admitted anyway. Finally, though, locks started opening and Charlotte’s eyes widened. There had to be ten locks, maybe more. The night grew silent again and the door opened revealing a man holding her invitation.
“Are you Charlotte Reynolds?”
Ireland was thick in his voice and she looked up to find the prettiest blue eyes watching her. Okay, the rest of him wasn’t bad either. Thick, black wavy hair streamed to his shoulders and the beauty of his face probably made people weep. Damn, if he were her man she’d keep him behind locks too.
“I’m sorry,” she managed to speak, “yes, I’m Charlotte. And these are my friends Jane and Theresa.”
He stepped aside. “Please enter The Club and be welcome.”
They stepped through the door to find themselves in a very small foyer. The man closed and locked the door behind them. When the last lock clicked into place the wall across from them slid open revealing a courtyard. A large fountain dominated the space with only a few people sitting in a small private area off to one side.
“Follow me,” the man said and motioned for them.
Charlotte fell in behind him and thought, yeah, she would follow him forever. He had a world-class ass encased in tight black pants. And, she reminded herself, he looked to be twenty-two so knock it off. He’s young enough to be your son.
He led them across the brick-paved courtyard and opened another door. Music, lights, and colors washed over them and Charlotte stood stunned trying to take it all in. People dressed in everything from evening gowns to ratty shorts danced, talked, and milled about. She’d never seen a more confusing scene.
A woman stepped up to them and smiled, revealing small fangs. “Hello and welcome.”
“This is Charlotte Reynolds,” the man spoke, “she’s here celebrating her fortieth birthday.”
“How exciting. My name is Andromeda and I’ll be your hostess this evening. Let me show you to your table so we can begin your party.”
Charlotte turned to the beautiful man; a tad disappointed he wasn’t staying with them. “Thank you so much.”
He took her hand and bowed low, kissing her palm. “Lovely Charlotte. I haven’t been twenty-two for a very long time and, believe me, you’ll see me later.” With a wink and a flash of fangs, he walked away, leaving her staring after him.
And there it is. My piece based on the above photo. If you have thoughts or ideas just leave them in the comment section. Now, run over and check out the pieces the other ladies wrote.
Jessica
Bronwyn
Kris
Jessica D
Kellie
Kayleigh
See you all on Wednesday!! — Gwen
HEY GUESS WHAT? I DON’T WANT TO GET MARRIED, EITHER
Almost a year ago, I wrote a post on why I don’t have kids. If you’d like to read it, here’s the link. On top of the “do you have any kids” question, I also get asked if I’m married, in a relationship, whatever. Yeah, no, no I’m not. And that’s okay. Problem is, people don’t think it’s okay. I get the pitying looks. I remember my aunt always telling my mom that my man was out there somewhere. Ummm, no, no he’s not. And if he is, sorry fella not interested.
Here’s the deal. Our society somehow wants women to feel bad if they’re not in relationship. And, we, as women, have bought into this crap. The other day I was reading Facebook and someone was going on about how she didn’t have a “man” in her life. And how incomplete she felt. First of all, she was barely 22 or something so I doubt very highly she actually knew any real men. Just sayin . . .
I digress though, the whole things was she didn’t feel complete, whole, fulfilled unless she was in a relationship. That made me really sad that this young girl had already bought into society’s framework for what makes a woman successful.
And, I’m sure, someone out there is going: You’re such a hypocrite. You write romance novels. And my response is, “Guess what? The books I write aren’t real. They’re fantasy. The people in the books are created from my imagination so they act the way I tell them.” That is so not real life.
Here’s real life. I mentioned in the past that my dad was an alcoholic. He and my mom had a truly rocky relationship. He asked her to marry him, she said yes, they were engaged for a while, until she finally gave the ring back and broke up with him. Story obviously doesn’t end there. They get back together and one day, out of the blue, one of them mentions getting married. They go to the courthouse and get married. Great story, right? No, because Mom told me they each thought marrying was a bad idea, but neither one spoke up so whammo they’re married. Within a week or so, Dad came home to find his shit tossed out on the front porch. They made up and then Mom had a massive health issue come up. She was diagnosed with TB (tuberculosis) and sent to Waverly Hills, where she lived for a year. Mom said if she hadn’t been put in the hospital, they probably would have gotten a divorce.
They were married nearly 7 years (only lived together 6 years) before having kids. I doubt it was all sunshine and roses during that time. I was born and when I was nearly two (I think) my dad didn’t come home one day. He just flat didn’t come home. Mom had no idea where he was. He didn’t call, didn’t show up. Nothing. She was left trying to pay all the bills, take care of me, work, etc with no idea where her husband was. She told me we ate a lot of fish sticks since that’s what she could afford. I HATE fish sticks. Looking at them, makes me want to puke.
Anyway, I was a daddy’s girl so my daddy not coming home apparently flipped my shit. Mom had to take me to the doctor to get put on baby Valium to calm down. Finally, after a month or so she called his work, told him she was getting a divorce and he came home. I would have divorced his ass, but she didn’t. Because that’s not how she was raised. Looking back, I’m glad she didn’t, since I wouldn’t have my sister. But damn, really?
See, though, I can’t spill all this out to people when they ask me why I’m not married, in a relationship, whatever. After living through all that, no, just no. I’ve seen a small handful of good relationships, but that wasn’t until I was an adult. As a child, all I saw was dysfunction everywhere. I knew, I would never get married. I didn’t want to get married. I didn’t want kids, which meant I didn’t want a husband, since you have to take care of them too.
I’m happy. Really. I’m not lying. Are there issues? Well, yeah, I have mental healthy issues. I have clinical depression, which I take meds for. Does it fix everything totally? No, but I know what to look for so I can take care of myself. Beyond that, I’m happy. I don’t NEED someone to MAKE me happy. And, I’m sorry, if you think somebody will bring you happiness, it will never happen. No one will make you happy. You have to be happy, all on your own, before you can be happy with someone else.
I’ve been thinking about this post for a really long time and finally decided, yeah, I’m going to write it. Maybe someone who reads it will realize it’s okay to be single. Or, it’s okay to be messed up. LOL! I don’t think anyone is “normal” there’s no such thing. We all fall somewhere on the dysfunction spectrum, it really depends on just how dysfunctional we are. You know?
Oh, and if someone is trying to force you into a relationship. Thank that person very kindly and run away. You are the only one that knows you best. And if you’re not ready, you’re not ready. And, if you’re never ready, then guess what, that’s okay too. The only person you have to satisfy, at the end of the day, is yourself.
Take care! — Gwen
"WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW" AGREE OR DISAGREE? WHY?
Hello! Before I leap up onto my soapbox and start spouting stuff let me share Wednesday Manly Hotness with you.
Our topic this week, weirdly enough, is one I’ve been thinking about lately. Someone on twitter basically said, something to the affect of, if a writer isn’t (fill in the blank with religion, race, creed, whatever) then he or she shouldn’t be writing about a character that is. Or, something like that. My thought was, that’s the old mantra of write what you know, which is something most writers are told.
Here’s my thought. Oh hell no! I can’t imagine anyone wanting to read a book based around stuff that I “know.” I’m in my 40s, never been married, don’t have kids, teacher, sexual abuse survivor, child of an alcoholic parent . . . Weeeeee!!!! So much fun! I bet everyone would be rushing to read that shit. NOT!
Write what you know is ridiculous because I’m not a vampire, werewolf, ghost, demon, alien, or anything else paranormal and no other author I know is either. Oh wait, I’m not a guy either so there shouldn’t be men in my books. Very hard to have a MF romance without the male half. So, if we stick with the whole idea of the writing rule, then none of those stories would exist.
As a writer, I want to tell the best story I can so I use that magical thing called an imagination. My heroes and heroines are my creation and if they happen to be another race, color, creed, sexual orientation, or from another planet then that’s how I’ll write them. Because, to me, those people I create are the story. If I had another character then the story would be completely different.
I write romance. So, none of my books are going to be part of Oprah’s Book Club or some kind of shit. I’ll leave the gritty, true-to-life, tear-jerkers to other people because that’s not my style. I’ve lived the crap so I certainly don’t want to write about it. I want my books to be a form of fun escape and, my characters, people you can like. They aren’t there to make a statement.
To me, this is writing what I know. I know how to daydream. I know how to escape using my imagination. So I want to create the same thing for my readers.
And that’s my opinion on the entire issue. Now aren’t you glad someone asked?? Hahahahahaha!
Now run over and check out what the other ladies have to say.
Jessica
Bronwyn
Kris
Jessica D
Kellie
Paige
See you next week! — Gwen
I SPEND TOO MUCH TIME . . .
Looking for hot man pics?? Is that a bad thing?
Okay, yeah so I spend too much time doing things I shouldn’t. I am a total goof off and often can’t get focused.
Can you say procrastination?? Yeah, that’s me. I’ve always been that way. I remember, many moons ago, in high school I had a huge report due. I dutifully did all the research, because I love that part, but didn’t write the paper until the night before it was due. Yeah, it had to have footnotes and everything.
I got better in college, because I had to. I was working full time and going to school so I had to make sure the papers were done. By the end though, I got really good at whipping out a 3-5 page paper in one night. Go me!
I also love, love, love to read. In the last week or so, I’ve read . . . 6 books? Yeah, 6 books. If it’s an author I adore then I can finish a book in one day, like today. I downloaded Amanda Quick’s new book Garden of Lies and was finished with it by late this afternoon.
Facebook, emails, Twitter, and the Interwebz are other ways I goof off. I gotta stay connected, but ending up on Youtube watching videos doesn’t get a book written.
I’ve actually had to turn my wifi off so I’ll work because I’ll think to myself, “I’ll just check my email” and BAM! three hours later and no words are written.
So, obviously, I spend too much time doing stuff I shouldn’t. How do you spend your time?? Just let me know in the comments below and, if it sounds fun, I might try it. LOL
Now run and check out the other Blogger Girlz:
Jessica
Bronwyn
Kris
Jessica D
Kellie
Kayleigh
Paige
See you all next week!! — Gwen
APRIL SONG PROMPT
Hello! The below piece was inspired by a Death Cab for Cutie song called “I Will Possess Your Heart.” If your interested in hearing and seeing the video here it is:
Now onto my piece. Oh and yes, this is the beginning of what will become a book. The entire scene came to me out of nowhere and I had to type it out before I forgot. I hope you enjoy.
“I only need a thousand.”
Cara stared at her younger sister silently. How many times had she heard a sentence starting with those three words? A lot. She’d heard it a lot, the amount of money varied with each ask, but her sister still asked and she always gave. And still, it just wasn’t enough. The girl couldn’t get her life together. Hell, she didn’t try to get her life together, not when she had Cara to act as a money machine.
“Cara, are you listening to me?”
Cara looked at the twenty-two year old woman in front of her with her pink and blue hair, neck tattoos, and rows of piercings around both ears. If she continued to give her money, she’d never grow up. She needed to grow up. Get a job. Get a life. One that wasn’t spent wasting her life.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Cara finally spoke, “and you will listen. I will give you two hundred dollars. No more.”
“What?” Deena gaped at her. “I need a thousand dollars. Two hundred won’t work.”
Cara shook her head. “No, no more, Deena. Do you know how much money I’ve given to you over the last five years? Probably close to ten thousand dollars. Ten thousand, Deena, that’s a lot of money that’s just gone. I can’t get it back. I might have been in my own home now instead of still living in this apartment. Instead, I chose to invest in your future, but you didn’t do anything with it.”
Deena rolled her eyes. “Really? I’m getting a lecture?”
“Yes,” Cara said, her voice cool, “because obviously you can’t get your shit together. So, here’s the deal. I give you two hundred and that’s it. You need to go out and get a job. I will not give you any more money. I just don’t have it to give.”
“What the fuck’s going on?”
Cara looked toward the man standing in doorway of the kitchen. She’d forgotten Deena had brought her latest boyfriend with her. The man was too old for her sister, probably in his mid-thirties, but at this point she didn’t care anymore. She was tired of caring. Deena didn’t care, obviously, and Cara was tired of carrying the load.
“Nothing that concerns you,” Cara said. “My sister and I are talking.”
“She won’t give us the money,” Deena said, turning to him.
“I already told you, I’ll give you two hundred. That’s all I have.”
He nodded. “Are you sure?”
“What?” Cara asked. “Am I sure? Yes, I’m sure. Not that any of this is your business.”
In a split second, he pulled a knife and thrust it into Cara’s body. She staggered back, gasping, as she dropped to the floor. Pain. Such pain.
“I’ll take her body out and dump it,” the man said.
“Deena,” Cara whispered, “help me.”
Her sister leaned over her, shaking her head. “You should have just given us the money.”
Cara opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Darkness swam in her vision and she didn’t want to die. Not like this. Not now. Too much to do. She hadn’t really lived yet.
If you have comments please leave them down below. Now, run over and check out the other April song pieces.
Jessica
Bronwyn
Kris
Jessica D
See you on Wednesday! — Gwen
5 WORDS OR LESS – MY BLOG, MY FICTION, MY CREATIVE PROCESS
Happy Gwensday! So, today is another 5 words or less, which is really tough for me. I like to chat and share . . . a lot. Oh, first manly hotness.
Now here are the words I came up with each of the categories. This was tough since this whole post revolves around writing. I know, sad huh?
My Blog: Thoughtful, Scheduled, Creative, Fun, Tough
My Fiction: Dreams, Paranormal, Action, Hot, Fun
My Creative Process: Messy, Scattered, Confusing, Driven, All-consuming
Now run over and check out what the other ladies have to say about things.
Jessica
Bronwyn
Kris
Jessica D
Kellie
Kayleigh
See you all next week!! — Gwen
A LOVE LETTER TO . . . MY LAPTOP!
Hello! And welcome once again to the crazy randomness of Wednesday. Today we are writing thank you/love letters to something we couldn’t live without. Before, I jump in let me share hotness with you, since that’s what you probably show up for.
Dearest Laptop,
I know, I probably don’t say it enough, but I am filled with hearts and flowers for you.
I don’t know how I can even begin to share with you the ways you enrich my life. I mean, really, you connect me to the entire world. Through you I can collect amazing hot man pics, watch kitty videos, shop for whatever I want, find awesome knitting patterns, keep in contact with friends, play games, do research, and write.
That’s just a tiny list of all that you do. I know, sometimes, I ignore you, but only for a day–never ever more than that. You are the first thing I pack when I head on vacation. You’ve gone with me everywhere. When you had amazing battery life, I even toted you to the doctor, hospital, and work. Now . . . not so much, but that’s okay. You are still my lovey, snuggly, cuddle lump and this song’s for you.
I can even read when we’re together and for that I’m grateful. I know I run you hard. Hell, we’re together all day long, but that’s because I NEED you. Plus, writing . . . writing takes time. Sometimes, I’m in the middle of something and realize I need to do research and you are right there for me. You handle multi-tasking like a champ and for that I give you a high-five and a fist bump.
hugs and furry, purry kisses,
Gwen
Now, run over and check out what the other Blogger Girlz are so thankful for. Additionally, if you want to tell me what you love and can’t live without, drop me a comment below.
Jessica
Bronwyn
Kris
Kellie
Jessica D.
Paige
See you all next week! — Gwen
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