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WORDLESS WEDNESDAY: ANGER/RAGE

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Hello! Before I get to the wordlessness let’s share some WMH


So, today’s topic is anger/rage and, let me tell you, there are tons of things that get me ragey, especially with all the crap going on in the world right now. If I did those, this would so be a big downer, so I’m going to share some things that make me angry/ragey, but with a light-hearted spin to them. 

So here are things that make me feel:



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BRAIN DUMP: WHAT’S ON YOUR MIND?

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Once again, I totally had a “brain dump” yeah see what I did there?? And forgot to write the blog. *sigh* I will admit that I had a valid excuse. I was actually writing.On my book. O_O (stunned look) I know! I’m stunned too.

Oh, wait, let’s give out WMH


Soooo, there are many things on my mind. The big one is a huge pet peeve I have and this involves the bookstore I work at. 

*clearing throat*

Attention Parents, Grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, and everyone else who brings kids in:

The bookstore is not a playground. The people who work in the bookstore are not there to watch your kids. The merchandise that sit on the shelves is not a free-for-all to give your kids something to do. It is for sale. Which means, you have to buy it before your kids play hell out of it. 

And this all means, that no one listens. I cannot tell you the number of times I see kids tossing, playing, running and screaming through the aisles with the things the bookstore has for sale. Okay, take today for instance. This kid is throwing a fit and tosses a book on the floor and steps on it. Can we say OH HELL NO!

Yeah, I instantly said something to him about it. And dad was on him like a shot, but it doesn’t often happen that way. If I had a dollar for every kid that’s basically dumped back in the kids department to “play” while the parent is up hanging out in the cafe drinking a coffee talking on the phone. Really??? Have you no sense of responsibility?? Do you really imagine that the employees pay attention to your darling? If someone were to snatch that kid up you know that parent, who isn’t parenting, would be the first one crying a bucket of tears. 

Also, the parents with the phones. Can you not spend any time talking with your kids? Reading to your kids? Nope, obviously not since your phone is sooooo much more important than your spawn who is running around acting like they’re at a park. I’m sure you don’t watch them there either. You know, you took the time to have the kids, could you spend a little bit of time interacting?

In all this craziness, I never blame the kids. I’m a teacher and I know how kids are. They need to be taught. I put all the blame where it belongs, on the adult. As my Mom once said to me, “Once you have a child, you no longer get to be the number one priority. Your child is.” And this is why I never wanted kids. I made that decision. I wish some of these other people had made the same one. 

And that was my Wednesday soapbox. Now run out and check out what the other bloggers have on their minds.

Bronwyn
Kris
Jessica D
Paige

ABANDONED STORIES: HAVE THEM? WHAT HAPPENED?

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Abandoned stories? Let’s talk about an abandoned blog post. *hanging * Yeah, I started to write this one and then had a major brain fart. Go figure. Then again, better late than never. OH! Before I forget. Let’s showcase WMH

Okay, so abandoned stories. You betcha I have them. Tons of them. Some of them were just flicks of an idea that I jotted down, other were perhaps a page or two of an opening chapter. I will admit I have 1 completed first draft of a book and another was a book I published, got back and am in the process of totally revamping.

What happened? So the total first draft of a book needs so many rewrites it makes me exhausted to even think of it. It was one of the first books I ever wrote The End on. I plotted it out chapter by chapter and kept to my strict outline. Yeah, that’s not me. I am a total pantser so the story just doesn’t flow. The characters are stilted and a tad boring. I haven’t given up on it, though, since the story (in my opinion) is a good one and since I’ve rethought and kind of replotted the characters are awesome. I just need to write it.

The previously published book was called Quest for Fire and it’s also getting a total overhaul. The story is fine, but my characters really aren’t. I’ve come to realize that one of my women is way abrasive so she needs to change and one of my men is kind of absent though he’s in the story. So changes in store for that too.

The bits and drabs of stories I’ve actually used in previous books I’ve published, but the other ones may languish until . . . yeah forever. Since I have so much to deal with I’m certainly not looking for anything else to write. Eventually, some of them may become books, but others may just stay fun daydreams. 

Now go on over and check out what the fabulous Bronwyn has to say about her poor little stories.

NOSTALGIC NOTES: CLOTHES

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Hello and welcome to the randomness of Wednesday. This week is all about clothing nostalgia. *sigh* Oh wait, before I jump into things let me share the male hotness


Okay, so I grew up in the 70s, which if you weren’t aware had some pretty horrid fashion. The only jeans we could buy where these:

 I hated them!!!! Unfortunately those little beauties went with this fabu fashion statement

 Yes, my friends, yes that is a tube top. *hiding face* So much horrible all in one outfit. Thankfully, right now, I can’t dig up any pics, but yeah if I could I would so share them with you. NOT!! But I can share these fabulous ensembles and hair-dos from the 1970s collection:

I know. You are soooo jealous. *sigh* So yeah, then there came the 1980s. Thankfully, I spent half of it in a school uniform so I didn’t have to wear a lot of the incredible styles from that era. Though the regular civilian wear I did own had incredibly large shoulder pads. And I did have an outfit that resembled these right down to the black fedora. Damn, I loved that hat. Really, if I find a pic of that I will post it. Unless it’s way more horrible than I remember.

I did find this one from the 1980 and it’s not horrible, though the hair is kind of big. Of course, it got a whole lot bigger, but I don’t think I have any of those pics. Thank goodness.

The 1990s weren’t horrible. I had big hair, once again, and the little school girl skirt was in thanks to Clueless. 

I had one that I only wore when I went out clubbing. Yeah, that wasn’t something I could actually wear to my adult job. I found this pic of me from the trip to the Bahamas my friend, Jennifer, and I took. I was totally rocking the beaded braids. Ouch! Oh and the outfit I had was a very short baby-doll dress. Thankfully, I could carry it off.

Thanks for joining me on this stroll down memory lane. LOL! Now go and check out what the other bloggers are nostalgic about.

Bronwyn
Jessica D

ANGRY LETTER TO . . .

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This week in the randomness that is Wednesday we were charged with writing an angry letter to whomever we wished. Before I leap onto my soapbox I need to share a pic

And you are welcome.

Anyway, angry letter. Jeez there’s a veritable list of people who need to be shouted at. Me (since I haven’t written in . . . a while), parents who pretend to homeschool their children, people who think stop signs are a suggestion . . . I could go on and on. Today though I am going to address people and their love of cell phones. 

*clearing throat and stepping onto my soapbox*

Dear Jerks Who Are Married to Cell Phones,

You are incredibly sad. I see you walking, sitting, and scarily driving with your eyes trained on your phones. The driving is where I have the most issue. I see you get in your cars and immediately pick up the phone. Really?? I can’t imagine you are so important you need to be in constant contact with humanity. I think your friends/family/whoever will survive if you aren’t talking or texting to them. Yeah, see if you continue on, the rest of us might not survive your idiocy. You cannot focus on the phone and the road at the same time. It just doesn’t work. As someone said to me a few days ago, “I took my eyes off the road for a second. My phone was ringing.” And I know this because she rear-ended us. She was so busy trying to answer her stupid phone she hit the car Sis and I were driving. Thankfully, none of us were hurt, but the car has damage and this woman’s insurance is going to have to pay for it. And why? Because she couldn’t stop with the phone.

In the bookstore, grocery store, Target, I see you. You’re so focused on your phone you don’t pay any attention to your kids. They’re running around, playing with toys (which aren’t their toys to play with) and generally getting into trouble. But do you parent? Nope, you are too busy with your phone. When your children are grown they’re going to remember the fact that your phone was so much more interesting than they were. Good job.

I see you in the restaurant too. You’re sitting across from your date/wife/girlfriend and you are so focused on your phone. You don’t notice she’s looking around bored. Yeah, if it’s a date you won’t get another. If she’s your girlfriend let’s hope she leaves your ass for someone who will actually pay attention and talk to her. If she’s your wife . . . .then damn I feel way sorry for her. Since you are a rude and self-centered jerk. 

Yeah, so put down the phone. Especially in the car since I don’t want anyone I know to die because you are a dumbass. Put down the phone and parent your children, pay attention to the people who are living and breathing right in front of you. 

Wow, do I feel better!! Now go and check out the other bloggers angry letters. 

Bronwyn
Kayleigh
Paige

MAY PROMPTLY PENNED

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Okay, so our prompt this month was: Write about the three things he could never tell her. And here it is. I hope you all will enjoy it.

Cait curled up next to Grigori and sighed. She was happy. Go figure. She never thought she’d meet someone who understood and accepted her. Hell, he did more than that, he loved her. And now they were talking about buying a home together. Spending the rest of their lives together.
Her friends though kept telling her to wait. Cait could sort of understand why. Grigori was an intimidating man not just in size, but in temperament. Cait’s best friend, Natalie, called him The Viking. Of course, not to his face. The man topped seven foot and had shoulders that could block out the sun. And Cait did love those shoulders and everything attached to them. Her friends didn’t know him though. He was funny and kind and, sort of, shy. He knew his size overwhelmed people so he didn’t say much, which made him come off much more intense than he actually was.
Her friends would grow to like him, hell her sister, Jill, already did. And Jill didn’t like anyone. In fact, Jill has called him good people and told Cait to hang on to him. Cait planned on it since not only was the man an incredible human being, but his large size made Cait feel tiny and waifish. Plus, he was a beast in bed. Oh yeah, he was perfect for her.
“What are you thinking about?”
His low, growly voice made her smile. Damn, she loved to hear him talk. His voice alone made her wet and needy.
“I’m just thinking that I’m happy.”
He rolled so the two of them lay face to face. She ran her fingers through his heavy dark hair that he wore past his shoulders. Yep, if she had gorgeous hair she’d wear hers long too. She even liked his beard, hell she loved his beard and how it felt rubbing against her body.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you too.”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I need to tell you some things. About me.”
Nervous. Grigori was nervous. That made Cait nervous.
“Okay,” she said, slowly. “You’re not going to tell me you’re married, are you?”
He blinked. “No, hell no. Cait, you’re it for me. I love you. Why would you think that I’m married?”
“That’s the first thing that popped in my mind when you said you needed to tell me things.”
He sat up and laughed. “No, I am not nor have I ever been married. Shit, marriage wasn’t something I even considered until I met you.”
Cait pushed herself up so she could hug him. “So, what is it?”
“Okay, so you know the shop we met at?”
“Of course, the one with all the gorgeous wood furniture pieces that I was drooling over?”
He nodded. “I made them.”
Cait blinked. “Excuse me?”
“The furniture. I make it. That’s what I do for a living.”
“I thought you worked in the shop?”
“Yeah, I sort of do. I own the shop and sell my pieces there as well as work on private commissions.”
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“Because I’m an idiot.” He ran his hand over his face. “In the past, when people realized I made furniture, they’d ask me for pieces. So I just got into the habit of not talking about it.”
Cait nodded. “I understand. People ask me to do computer stuff for them and expect it to be for free. Because, you know, I can do that. Not comprehending, or wanting to comprehend, that it’s my job and how I make my living.”
“Are you mad I didn’t tell you?”
“No, not mad, but going forward let’s be honest with each other. I love you and want this to work, but hiding stuff…I can’t do that. I need to be able to trust you.”
“Then I have one more thing to share and…fuck, there’s no easy way. Just know that I love you and would never, ever hurt you.”
“Of course you wouldn’t.”
Cait frowned as he rose from the bed and stood in the middle of the room. He was naked and God he was magnificent. Focus, she told herself. Get your mind off his fabulous body and concentrate on what he’s saying.
“Look, I’m just going to show you.”
Cait blinked rapidly as Grigori’s form began to blur into a shower of multi-colored sparks. A second later a gigantic beast stood where the man she loved had been. She scrambled back as the animal moved slowly toward her. It reminded her of a huge cat, but was bigger and thicker with dark reddish brown fur etched with black lines. And why did she care what it looked like? Other than she wanted to know what was going to eat her face off.
The animal blurred and a moment later Grigori stood before her. She didn’t speak, but watched the man she loved. The man who had somehow turned into a cat beast. Not possible. None of this was possible.
“So, yeah, I’m a shifter.”

Cait slowly nodded her head. “Uh, yeah.”


Now run over and check out what the other ladies have in store for you.

Bronwyn
Kris
Jessica D
Paige

WHAT I WANTED TO BE WHEN I GREW UP

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Okay, so when I first saw this topic I laughed. Because, yeah, I’m still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Truthfully, I’d go with someone dropping a huge pot of money on me and living out my life as a wastrel gabillionaire. Buuuuut, I don’t think that’s going to happen. Dammit! And growing up . . . yeah that’s probably not going to happen real soon either since, on a good day, I average about twelve and a half. 

Anyway, the very first thing I remember wanting to be as a kid was a teacher. 

I remember forcing my poor sister, dog and stuffed animals sit in chairs as I “taught” them on my chalkboard. My Mom even bought me old textbooks to use in my teaching endeavors. 

For a brief time, I pretended I was a nurse. I read this amazing book Cherry Ames, Student Nurse over and over. 

I made my own nursing cap out of paper and would nurse my stuffed animals in the ward I created using the two bedrooms and the living room. Mom even bought me a doctor kit. Sometimes, I made my sister be a patient and she’d actually get the candy pills. She was so privileged. 

I had the usual daydreams about being a famous dancer or singer, but those pitiful professions faded in the face of becoming a pirate or incredibly warrior princess.

I wanted to be Xena before she’d ever been created. The best way to become all these amazing women was to write. I began my writing “career” at about twelve when I wrote my first book. It was all about an incredible female pirate. I don’t remember much of the plot, but she sailed around, stole stuff and everyone feared and worshiped her. 

From there, my imagination could not be stopped. I could spend my days daydreaming amazing stories where I could star in each and every one of them. Yeah, I’m sure you can figure out what my grades in school were. LOL! Not good. 

I can thankfully say I’ve lived out two of my dreams. I was a classroom teacher for 5 years and taught in a museum for 5 years. I’ve also been a published author for fifteen years. Unfortunately, I can’t figure out how to become a warrior princess. If anyone has an idea let me know. I am so open. 

Now go and check out what the other bloggers have to say. I will see you all next week. — Gwen

Bronwyn
Jessica D
Paige
Kayleigh

NOSTALGIC NOTES: BOOKS

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I’ve always loved to read. I remember, as a child, riding in the cart while at the grocery and Mom telling me if  I was good I could have a book. Yeah, you’d better believe I was good. I wanted a Little Golden Book. And yes they sold those at the grocery when I was a kid. 

I know I had tons of books, but there are ones that stand out for me. The first one I remember reading on my own was LGB Bedknobs and Broomsticks.

I loved the story of a woman learning to be a witch and flying a magic bed to a magical kingdom. I remember having to go into Mom to have her help me pronounce Naboobu. Other than that, I could read the book all on my own. 

Another book I loved was another LGB called The Monster at the End of the Book

It was so daggone cute and I read it over and over. I loved Grover. When I was old enough to jump to “chapter books” Mom started getting me Nancy Drew.

I thought Nancy’s life was so exciting as she drove around in her fabulous convertible and solved crimes. I loved the books so much, Mom signed me up for a Nancy Drew club and they would mail us a two book set each month. I couldn’t wait for the book to come in the mail. 

I know I’ve mentioned it before in past blog posts, but The Secret Garden was my very favorite book.

My grandma bought it for me and I devoured it. I still have that original copy she gave me as well as many others. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve read it, but when she first got it for me I bet I read it four or five times. As soon as I finished it, I would restart it. She also got me Little Women and I liked it, but nothing close to The Secret Garden.

Another girl detective I loved was Trixie Belden


I discovered these on my own on one of our many trips to the bookstore. I was hooked from the first book and Mom was so thankful she had a new idea for gifts. 

In the middle of reading girl detectives, I also discovered romance novels. I was probably 12 when I read my first one. Unfortunately, this was back in the 70s when the books weren’t good at all.


Yep, I read the above book. And when I finished, I was sorely disappointed. Not only did they kill off the “indian maiden”– Yuck–but the author did it in a graphic horrible rape scene. When I finished the book, I thought, I can do so much better. There was one book I really loved though. It was called The Windflower by Laura London

I liked the book because there were parts of it that made me laugh. That was the first time I realized that romance novels didn’t have to be all serious. Yes, he was a total jackass (as all men were in novels of this period), and I would have so kicked him to the curb. But the book was fun and that’s what made it different. 

Now run out and see what books the other bloggers wax nostalgic about. I’ll see you next week! — Gwen

Bronwyn
Kellie

APRIL PROMPTLY PENNED

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Hello! If you haven’t seen a Promptly Penned post before it’s really simple. We are all given the same prompt and we have to craft a small piece. Easy? Sometimes and other times not so much. This month the prompt says:

You stumble upon old home videos of you and your siblings as toddlers. Nostalgia fades when you realize something isn’t quite right. 

*que ominous music* Bwahahahahaha! Okay so here goes:

Images flickered across the screen as Tara slowly sat forward in concentration. She’d recently had her family’s old, fragile 8mm films transferred to DVD, but hadn’t watched them. Until now.
Making a night of it, she’d popped popcorn and settled in to indulge her need for family long gone. Aunts, uncles, grandparents and parents, long passed, danced and laughed silently across her television screen. Her older siblings and cousins, just small children, ran and chased one another as they engaged in silent screams of happiness.
At the start of the evening, she’d laughed and kept a mental file of things to tease her brothers and sisters about. Hairstyles and clothing choices, so fashionable in the seventies, were ones they wouldn’t want to be reminded of now. As the late in life baby, she’d thankfully missed feathered bangs and bell-bottom jeans. She’s also missed time with her parents who had died when she was only eight.
Nostalgia though had taken a backseat when she’d seen a man moving through the flickering frames. He’d appeared in the first film her grandfather had taken in the early sixties. She’d noticed him because he was so handsome, with dark curling hair and high cheekbone, and she didn’t recognize him. He wasn’t family, she was sure of it.
As she’d continued to view the films, she become more focused, because every time the camera panned around, the man was there, watching, staring. At her? Tara shivered. Stupid thought. What was she twelve? So what an unknown man popped up over and over through the films. So what that he always looked the same no matter what year it was. And that was stupid too. People aged, it was inevitable. The films were taken with an old technology that made things grainy and slightly off.
Yawning, Tara knew she should turn the DVD off. She had to work the next day, but still she watched. The search for the man was like a macabre game of Where’s Waldo. Every single time, just when she thought he wouldn’t be there, he’d show up. Family friend? And, if he were in all the films, why wasn’t he in the family pictures? He wasn’t. She knew he wasn’t. She’d looked through the pictures all the time growing up and this man hadn’t been there. So why did he appear now?
And that was a crazy question. He didn’t appear. He’d just happened to be at all her family’s gatherings. Or at least all the ones they’d filmed.
She moved to sit closer to the screen, unable to stop herself. Because she’d noticed something else. No one spoke to him. Not one person turned to him and smiled. They acted as if he weren’t there. As if he was …
“Enough,” she said aloud.
Grabbing up the remote she forced herself to stop the DVD and eject the disc. She was tired, that’s all. Tomorrow she’d call her sister, Hannah, and they’d laugh at her overactive imagination.
She put the disc on top of the player and headed to her bedroom. Tara decided she’d read for a while then head to bed. No more videos. No more strangely handsome strangers. And the guy wasn’t a stranger. And there’d been nothing weird. Overactive imagination fueled by too much popcorn and too much work.
After brushing her teeth, Tara climbed into bed and plumped her pillows up. The ceiling fan whirled softly as she leaned over to set her alarm. As she settled back against the pillows she noticed an odd glow emanating from her living room. It was the television. She obviously hadn’t turned it off.
Rolling out of bed, she moved through the dark house. The light flickered and she walked into the room to find images playing across the screen. Her grandmother laughing as she moved her lips, obviously talking to someone off camera. What? No, that wasn’t right. She’d ejected the DVD. She knew she had.
A movement to her right caused her to stumble back as the man from the film. The man who looked no older than he had in the sixties, stepped towards her.

“Tara, I’m so glad we can finally meet.”


Now go over and check out what the other ladies have done with this.

Bronwyn
Kris