“We could do it.” Tracy’s eyes shone all bright like they do when she gets one of those ideas, the kind that get everyone in trouble. “Seriously. We should do it.”
Gene sat on the bed with his guitar across his lap. He’d rather have had Tracy across his lap, but that always made Ben and Lisa uncomfortable. Instead, Tracy bounced next to him, making his fingers slip off the frets. If he’d been serious about playing, he’d have made her get off the bed.
I’m really, really glad to have Ann Pino posting regularly here. Points of Departure is far from her only serial. I’m also reading her serial Diana’s Diary. I’ve also read extensive parts of her Maelstrom and all of Steal Tomorrow. She impresses the heck out of me.
This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or more posts you would like for us to read, please put a direct link to the post(s) in the linky. Remember to visit one another and comment. We all want to hear from our readers.
I stayed at a part of the Playa Grande Resort called The Ridge. It’s aptly named as everything – the apartments, the pools, and the bar and grill are built on a narrow ridge. The views are incredible. Whether you are looking East or West, there is an expanse to admire.
To get to it, you have to cross through a breezeway. I crossed over it several times without really thinking about the fact it is suspended five stories above the ground. I was simply enjoying the view.
The only place that struck me as toe-tingle worthy was one of the swimming pools.
Once I started thinking about it, though, it occurred to me that someone who is afraid of heights might not enjoy the luxury of The Ridge. There are so few place on it that don’t involved heights.
Would you enjoy a place like this?
“He’s back! He’s Back! He’sBack! He’sbackhe’sbackhe’sback!” Puppy ran as fast as he could to G-man.
“Were you worried because I was gone so long? I just had to kick some azz.” G-man popped the top of his favorite brew and settled down – gently – for a round of puns.
Puppy crawled under his chair and covered his ears.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
I’d say more about appreciative groans and how very, very delighted I am to have you back, G-man, but I ran out of words.
There were worms crawling on the ceiling. They differed from the ones Drew could feel crawling under his shoulder in ways too easily explained by scientific things like distance for him to easily dismiss. Drew lifted his hand for comparison. The fingers looked like worms.
I’m baaaack! And I didn’t miss anyone’s episodes! This time I’m going to feature two authors to make up for my lack last week.
First, I’d like to welcome Nia, who has just started the serial called Blueprints of Winnie This is a great story about a young rocker making her way through the business end of the music industry.
Second, I’d like to cheer for the return of Carrie Ann Golden’s apocalyptic story Underverse:Redemption. Welcome back!
This is the hub for The Serialists, a meme for people who post original, serialized fiction on their blogs. If you have one or more posts you would like for us to read, please put a direct link to the post(s) in the linky.
If you are not an author and would only like to read, then please leave a comment on this post as well as on the serials. I may feature you next week.
I was going to talk about my vacation in Cabo San Lucas today, but I’m too tired. I spent most of this weekend moving things around in search of construction supplies. I hate buying more when I’ve been sitting on what I need for years.
Anyway, the other thing I did was take the family to the movies as a belated bithday gift. We went to see.
and
I loved them both. Lots of action and adventure and just enough depth to keep me from feeling like I wasted my time. I came out of The Avengers grinning. That’s partly because there were a couple of little extra bits at the very end, one mixed in with the credits and one after. We were the only ones to stay for the whole thing. If you go, hang in there until the lights come up, and get a load of all the names under the CG section. Oh my!
Jack: So? What do you think?
Jill: What’s wrong with your job at the microbrewery?
Jack: What? You want me to be a bottle washer all my life? I need something better if we’re going to have kids.
Jill: Yeah, but the Spam Museum?
For more posts with Zany go to Whistle Stop Photohunt
For more posts with workplace go to Keyhole Pictures
As some of you have noticed, I’ve been away. I went on vacation for a couple of weeks.
1. I had intended to at least have a post up every day. In the past I’ve set up posts ahead of time and/or been able to do posts from various hot spots. I’ve posted from libraries several times. No such luck this time.
2. I intended to post pictures. Most of the time I don’t get the pictures set up until I get back from a vacation because I’m too busy taking them, and don’t have time to put my name on them, etc. while on vacation. This time, I didn’t even get take that many.
3. I planned on playing a guessing game with you all involving the pictures I posted with you all guessing where I was. I guess it’s too late for that.
4. I went to Cabo San Lucas.
5. The first thing I ran into there was rumors that people were getting their passwords stolen there.
6. The second thing I ran into, was the discovery that I couldn’t even leave comments on a number of peoples blogs if I didn’t use passwords. As the laptop didn’t store any passwords, and my brain could only come up with a couple of them, it pretty much meant that I couldn’t leave comments most of the time.
7. As soon as I’m done unpacking, I’ll be by to visit. My desktop remembers all kinds of passwords.
8. It all became a moot point anyway, as the laptop died. Seriously. I’ve never seen a screen like this before, have you? My son says it means the hard drive is dead.
9. The third thing I ran into was a sunburn. It’s already peeling, and itches like crazy. I don’t tan. I burn, and peel, then burn some more. I don’t know why I thought spf 100 in a waterproof sunscreen would be enough. Silly me.
10. I spent a lot of my time shopping, but brought back very little in the way of souvenirs. Seriously, I ended up at a Mexican Walmart at least three times.
11. What did I get? Groceries. The place we stayed at had a kitchenette. We cooked most of our meals.
12. Cooking in a kitchen that only provides basic equipment and no basic food is trickier than I thought. The thing I missed the most was my spice rack, even though at home the thing I reach for the most is the flour canister.
13. I also learned that it’s a bad idea to buy clothing without trying it on. Apparently men’s size 32 is not the same in Mexico as in USA.
Sonoma picked through her collection of botanicals, looking for a combination she thought might help settle the man she and her husband had taken in for the night. She had everything from yarrow to Echinacea in her suitcase.
She glanced at the guy, sizing him up for muscle mass and mental stability. Drew had a couple of day’s growth of beard – just enough so it clearly wasn’t intentional – and clean hair about shoulder length with gray around the temples. His hair was way too long for his story.