Countdown Complete
I can't believe another month has flashed by. This is getting seriously scary!! Just as scary is the fact I didn't quite manage to complete my 50ks in 30 Days. At the half way point I'd reached just over the 25k mark, so I was on track. But the final week conspired against me (and here I'm going to rack my brains to think of every excuse possible. Ha!) Okay I won't use excuses. I didn't cross the finish line but having said that, I'm very happy with what I achieved last month.
Not only did I crack the dead body story (maybe I should retitle that one The Dead Body That Never Was), I also wrote a second erotic romance (thank you Meat Loaf), and last week dived back into my paranormal. Not only that, but for a couple of nights during the final week I was writing my para during the day and my contemp at night - a first for me but I'm trying to make some good habits!
So a big Thank You to the lovely ladies who organised the challenge, and kept the blog and loop hopping. I wrote a lot more this month than I have for ages - 43,397 words.
I also want to send out a huge *~*~CONGRATULATIONS~*~* to all the girls who reached their own personal goals for the month of June, and those who hit the 50k. There were also several who wrote waaaay more than 50k and I have to give a special mention to RC who managed to hit 100k with about half an hour to go!
Thank You For Flying With Us
The next turn Dave made was even better, he didn’t slow down and when the driver of that little gold Honda Accord caught a glimpse of the bus heading straight for the front of his car he threw the car into reverse and squealed out of Dave’s way. The bus came to a screeching halt at a light and I took a moment to thank myself for bringing my umbrella with me as I used it to support myself and keep from tumbling forward and right out the front window of the bus. Only two more turns and we would be downtown at the terminal. I don’t have to switch buses but we sit and take new passengers on that have transferred from other routes. I was pretty sure we would make it there without incident. One more light….and then I saw him. A transient in front of the Greyhound Bus station. At the light. WAITING TO CROSS THE ROAD. He saw us barreling toward him but thought nothing of it as pedestrians have the right of way. Well not in THIS town Mister! Thank goodness he glanced up again and realized the light had turned green and Dave wasn’t slowing down. This gave Mr. Homeless man time to Scooby-Doo it back to the curb just a hairbreadth away from certain death.
Another screeching halt brought us to the downtown terminal with about thirty seconds to spare. We’d made it alive with not one injury amongst us. Transfers got off and on and before long we were back on the road for the second half of the trip. This half was uneventful as Dave had made up for the lost time on the first half of the run. A few of us were discussing fun things we had done this weekend, books we were reading, how much rain fell, the usual. (It’s a very chatty group we have on the first bus of the day.) After ten more minutes of recuperating from the hair-raising first half of the ride, my final destination was reached and I was ready to disembark. A fellow rider thanked Dave for the exciting ride, I stated it was the most excitement I’d had all year and Dave swiveled in his seat, turned to me and said “You need excitement? I’ll take you out to dinner.” Yup, this morning, before I had my daily allowance of coffee, I was propositioned by the bus driver.
So how was YOUR morning?
Don't Worry, I Won't Tag You
Through my perusing of the blogisphere, I ran across a meme that’s making the rounds. I first had to figure out what the hell a meme was. I’d been meme’d not too long ago and consider myself a well read person but I had no idea whatsoever what the frick ‘n frack a damn meme was. Thanks to Wikipedia I am now an informed individual.
This is a book meme I’m sure each and every one of you has already run scared from. Don’t worry, I’m not tagging anyone. Anywho, as I am an avid reader and read each and every day (except for those rare occasions I’m too sloshed to hold a book in my hand, let alone read) this one struck my fancy. The rules are simple:
Rules:
Pick up the nearest book.Turn to page 123.
Find the 5th sentence.
Copy down the next three sentences..
I am currently reading three books so this will give you a little bit of everything:
Necroscope by Brian Lumley. (I was visiting Book-A-Million this past weekend to pick up a few reads to wile away the evenings while the spawn are out of town. Having recently been dumped by my man, I informed the young gentleman at the information desk I was in the mood for a read with a little “bloodfest” maybe “a slaughter or two”. He recommended this series of books of which I purchased the first three of fourteen.)At the top he paused to draw breath, sat down for a moment swatting at midges in the pale beams of sunlight lancing down through tall, dark pines, then dragged the box along the crest of the ridge to a place where he could see a track running clear to the bottom. In some forgotten yesteryear, a fire-break had been cut here before the lumbermen had remembered or been told about the nature of the place; since then saplings had sprung up once more to almost but not quite obscure the scar. Now that scar was to become the track of Boris’s daredevil ride.
Heaven, Texas by Susan Elizabeth Phillips (Come on guys, be nice, I’m in need of a little romance in my life!)
One of the makeup artists approached him and began to spray his chest from a plastic bottle so that his muscles glistened with oil. He glanced down at himself. Even from a distance, she could see that he looked befuddled, and she couldn’t help smiling as she observed his reaction to what he certainly saw as unnecessary adornment.
And Twilight by Stephenie Meyer (Hey, I’m reading it to make sure it’s appropriate for my teenaged daughter! FINE! I’m just reading it for the fun of it.)
...after I get my license," he amended."Who was that other boy Lauren was talking to? He seemed a little old to be hanging out with us." I purposefully lumped myself in with the youngsters, trying to make it clear that I preferred Jacob."That's Sam - he's nineteen," he informed me.
And there you have it, my first official meme where I actually know what the hell a meme is.
Turf Wars
That was pretty much the conversation that went on in my head when I first ran across Ice who then introduced me to BG (There are a number of BG postings, look for them all!) These ladies are some funny girls! And then…..an inspiration! (Okay, it was a suggestion) TURF WARS. The north verses the south. I am so there! These guys are Yankees for cryin’ out loud. Okay, okay so I was born and raised in Pennsylvania but I grew up in South Florida. I understand protecting ones turf. I am older, stronger, wiser and am prepared to wreak havoc amongst this younger crowd.
Ladies? Is there anyone else out there ready to protect their turf? I think we could take these young whipper-snappers on and show them who’s boss. Dibs on who wants to help me take ‘em out? Look for me to show them who’s coming out on top because when it comes to turf…..THIS – IS – WAR!
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What A Drag
I. Am. Boring.
I have yet to do something to make myself giggle. I don’t roll my eyes at myself. I don’t tell myself I’m gonna take my phone away if I don’t start talking to me in a better tone of voice. I don’t complain about what’s for dinner and stomp my foot in a fit of anger because something on the plate is green. I don’t make excuses to avoid doing the dishes and I actually brush my teeth and go to bed when I’m supposed to without being told fourteen times that it’s way past my bedtime.
I. Am. Boring.
I need a hobby. A hobby that takes me out of the house. Out of the house in something other than cargo shorts, Vans, and a T-shirt advertising Guinness. Something that does not take place at the retirement center six blocks from the house. (Although those velvet paint-by-number classes look fun; everyone needs a velvet Elvis!) I enjoy photography but haven’t had the opportunity to hone my skills lately. SHIT…that huge glob of mendacity just disgorged itself from my lips, didn’t it? That is what my father, in his all-encompassing wisdom would have called “an excuse”.
I. Am. Not. Boring.
I. Am. Lazy.
I Got Tagged
Her sarcasm far exceeds her patience.
I have no patience for this.
Her mating with Satan produced offspring.
There ain’t no cure fer stupid.
When life serves lemons, make lemonade.
Nothing cures heartache more than laughter.
What idiot suggested I do this?
Was I the schmuck that agreed?
This’s bad for people with ADD!
OH NO…here we go again!
Don’t tell anyone I’m a sap.
I played hockey for Christ’s sake!
I am NOT a big wimp!
This is harder than you think!
OH LOOK…..is that a chicken?
But after much consideration, I settled upon the one I think describes me best:
Laugh at life; it’s all funny.
Am I supposed to tag someone? RC did so maybe I should as well. I’m going with these fabulous bloggers; I figure quality vs. quantity so I’ve kept my list short:
Mrs. R
The Wild Rose Press SONY eReader
I received the score sheets for the MTE contest and the encouraging comments from the judges were just amazing. It gave me added enthusiasm to dive back into the story and it's great to know complete strangers actually enjoyed my writing and wanted to read more!!
In other news, The Wild Rose Press are holding a drawing to win a SONY eReader, which looks rather fabulous. Full details are here.
All In The Family…..Again
Saturday afternoon the EX, our spawn, and most of his family gathered at the home of his parents for an informal get-together/cookout. As we sat around sharing fun stories of our summer escapades so far, I found myself leaning in to hear a particularly funny story being told by the youngest cousin of the group. I’ll do my best to relay that story in all of its splendor and glory.
She began:
“So Husband and I had packed up the boys and headed out to Port St. Joe for Memorial Day weekend. We had to find a place that took not only deviant children but dogs as well cuz we wanted to take them to the beach with us. We found a real nice place that the boys and I enjoyed where fishin’ and the beach were right handy. I thought it was great but Husband said there were too many rednecks around us apparent from their wife-beaters, cans of beer, and fat tattooed women in bikinis.
“After a relaxing weekend we arrived home Sunday afternoon with plenty of daylight for me to go take care of the horses. I headed straight for the barn as Husband and the boys unpacked the car. Small deviant went into the house and came running back yelling to his dad at the top of his lungs”,
“Dad, the dogs pooped in the house while we was gone!”
“Son,” he replied “we had the dogs with us so they couldn’t have pooped in the house.”
“They must have just done’d it cause there’s poop in the house, dad.”
As husband walked into the house he was slammed with the over powering stench of animal waste. “What the……” he yelled as he glanced toward the back of the house and noticed the back door was wide open. Walking further in he sees hoof prints of horse shit that have been tracked throughout the entire house. Apparently, their miniature horse spent the weekend hanging out in the house while the family was out of town. He was a big fan of the living room and spent most of his time there but did take a moment here and there to explore the rest of the house……every single room of the rest of the house…..the house that is currently on the market…….and is open to be shown at any given time. Yup, the horse had a great time and being the kind and courteous little guy that his is, even stayed off the couch because he knows he’s not allowed on the furniture.
And don’t forget, what is the first thing that horse manure attracts? Yup, on top of a house full of horse poop, they had an invasion of flies similar to the African locust swarm of 1986. What a fabulous way to spend the evening of your first day back from a weekend at the beach.
Gosh, and I thought I had it bad spending a weekend trying to keep my dog from peeing in the herb garden I just planted.
OMG Perfect Timing!
Hurry up, I'm already there!!!!!
Contests & Challenges
This means that I've gone back to that story, which I left at the end of May a quarter written. I did originally mean to tackle it for my June Challenge, but became sidetracked with a contemp romance (and I'm not complaining because that dead body had been haunting me since last October. Am very glad to have sorted that problem out!!)
So adding together the words I managed on the contemp romance, the second short erotic paranormal I wrote last week and the new chapter I've written on the paranormal I entered into the contest, I'm just about still on track to get my 50k in 30 days. If I manage that, it will be the most I've written in one month for ages. Hooray!
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