13 Things I’m Proud I Said
Terrible title, and I’ve considered just deleting this thing a time or two, but oh well. I’m going to let it fly. Yep, I’m egotistical enough to quote myself. 🙂 What I said with the occasional link to where I said it.
1. If we are not responsible for one another, why do we come in groups?
2. Nothing in life is ever as clean as what a legend requires. http://dianadiario.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-forty-three.html
Suzie’s House 386 : What To Do With a Drunk
“What do we do?” Emma’s mother stared down at James as if he had turned into a lethargic crocodile that had crawled into her kitchen.
“We put him to bed and talk to him in the morning,” Emma’s father made it all sound so reasonable.
“Right.” Emma said with all the bitterness she felt. For once, she didn’t care if she sounded blunt.
Letting Go
I said good bye to an old friend recently. It’s a psaltery I’ve had knocking around the house for the last twenty years. I took it in place of payment from a music shop I used to work for. I haven’t tried to play it in nearly that long and had never gotten around to tuning it. The likely hood I would ever get around to learning to play was low. Yet it’s still hard to give it up. I sold it for $25 more than the portion of my paycheck that I gave up for it. I’m wondering how long it will be before I stop kicking myself for letting it go.
Lords A-Leaping
Tina: Hey, let’s go explore.
Theodor: I think that may not be the wisest decision.
Tina: Oh come on. I’ve got some ancestors that were nobility. I bet they could serve a good lunch.
Theodor: Well, I have kings in mine, but you don’t see me….
Previously in Jack and Jill: When my grandma is a virgin again.
The theme for this week’s Jack and Jill is “Lords a-leaping” as suggested by Heather
Want to see what I can do with a word or phrase? Make a suggestion.
The Chatter of Seeds
The snow got in Matt’s socks as he slogged his way to the money tree. Paper thin, silver dollar sized pods wrapped around mustard seed sized cores rattled dryly in the winter breeze. He grabbed the brittle branches and gave it a shake to loosen the weight of snow. Cold filled the gap between jacket and glove.
“This is a perfect analogy for the cold and unfeeling modern economic climate and the travesty of capitalism.” He couldn’t wait to share his insights.
“Hey Matt,” his girlfriend yelled from the back door. “Quit messing around in the garden and help me wash the dishes.”
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo credit: Janet Webb
13 Pictures From the Butterfly Gardens
1. Even if not for the butterflies, the gardens in the Nanimo area were lovely.
Suzie’s House 385 : Reeling
James had had a little too much to drink, but it wasn’t bothering him any. He pulled into the driveway too fast and ended up parked with the driver’s side on the grass. He tripped on grass and fell when he got out.
No one was looking. He jumped up all jubilant acting, and rubbed the grass off his T-shirt, then looked around again with a silly grin because a silly grin would get him out of any trouble. No one applauded.
I’m a NaNo Winner!
Every book is different, as I’ve said, but this year’s National Novel Writing Month book was more different than usual. It came out right on the mark for Nano – 50,000 words – which is very short for a Sword and Sorcery Fantasy. I fully expect it to double or more in revision, but have decided to leave it alone until I have the final book(s) of the series done because I expect the final book to cause some substantial changes.
What makes it unique, besides the odd Point of View that it shares with the rest of the set, is the extremely high percentage of narrative, and the reasons behind it.
Following the Signs
“Where are we going today?” Alicia skipped backwards. “The movies? A restaurant? Shopping?”
“You make it sound like we’re going on a date.” Liam grumbled as he turned at the detour sign.
“Shouldn’t we? Go on a date, I mean.”
“No!” He crossed the lawn to the library. “I have told you many a time that I can not return your love, for I already love another.”
“Not the library! I don’t want to go there.” Alicia followed a step or two behind.
“That’s why we shouldn’t date. I will never be satisfied with a superficial relationship. I require erudition!”
“Wasn’t that just a detour?”
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo credit: Randy Mazie
13 Turkeys
At least they show up better than the butterflies
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Suzie’s House 384 : The Extent of Distrust
She was serious. Ethan’s body froze.
“No.” He fumbled the soup bowl in his hand, but managed to setting it safely on the kitchen counter. “No, I don’t want you to move out. You or Emma. You know I love you both.”
Happy Thanksgiving!
In case I’m too busy scarfing down turkey later this week, I thought I better say it now.
In other news, 6,000 words to go.
