Friday, October 12, 2018

The Case of the Collapsing Cantaloupe

The other day my partner brought home the fruit I requested, a melon, and cottage cheese upon which to eat it. Yesterday afternoon I prepared to serve myself this yummy treat.

But the cantaloupe looked lumpy. Odd.

Preparing to cut into its rind and see what was what, I found a small swarm of gnats taking wing. Ugh. I picked up the fruit to find fuzzy mold all over the bottom, a shameful and disappointing waste.
Remington Leith, Front Man of Palaye Royale
& How I Reacted to the State of My Fruit
What the heck?

A while later I solved the mystery. Also a little earlier in the week, my dear love pulled an ancient, near empty can of baked beans out of the refrigerator at my behest, only to leave it sitting on the counter. Last night I picked it up, dislodging the lid, and found the can was not rinsed clean for recycling as assumed.

It also had a fine coating of furry mildew. And there were more gnats. Those hungry little flyers must have transferred the mold from the beans to the fruit. No wonder almost every room of our home has been visited by those little pests. Maybe the next fruit we bring home should be from the freezer section.

What’s your favorite fruit?

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Monday, October 8, 2018

A Near Miss, Back in the Saddle, & a Revelation – Adventures of a Dirty Minded Matron

It’s official. My body feels better when I consistently lift weights and swim laps. Today I returned to the YMCA fitness room for the first time in weeks. My morning started with rattling lungs and use of my rescue inhaler, a creeping, increasing occurrence.

Photo Courtesy of Barricuaeddie
Then it dawned on me while resistance training – I think the regular deep breathing improved my asthmatic old lungs. Needless to say there are definitely more gym trips in this able body’s near future, God willing.

On the way there, though, I almost caused an accident. And it was all the fault of my libidinous brain. There was a trio of power line workers standing on the sidewalk on my way to the Y, one of them rather attractive.

I grinned at the oblivious male before returning my eyes to the road. Right in front of me another car had slowed to a near stop for a right hand turn.

Thank heaven quick reflexes saved us a rear end collision! To celebrate avoiding that mishap, I’m going to write another naughty tale.

Don’t you agree I should just enjoy my dirty mind?

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Saturday, October 6, 2018

Not Technically a ‘Rainbow Snippet’ Snippet (Borderline NSFW)


As mentioned in the title, this post is not exactly family friendly. And if you are ill at ease reading intimacy, please feel free to give the following a skip. It’s a little beyond suggestive. Instead, feel free to enjoy once again a boy in a dress during this past LA Fashion Week.

~grin~



Remington Leith of Palaye Royale
If you are hanging in there, let me first say I’m sorry that I did not participate in the Facebook group Rainbow Snippets the last several weekends, in part due to our long trip out of town. Today I am too busy trying to get back into (re)writing and catching up on laundry to do those talented authors justice (reading their snippets and commenting).

But in the process of working on “The Cat Who Ate the Canary” this afternoon I decided to take a minute and share something anyway.

The five sentence snippet is meant to illustrate the weakness of a character who breaks off relations with his morally ambiguous, manipulative ex-wife. I’ve struggled with the sentence/paragraph structure before. Today I think I may have gotten it better.

If you have a minute, please read the former and latter incarnations and tell me what you think. I appreciate constructive feedback. As for back story, Jackson is getting turned on by a stranger and wonders if he should have continued relations with his ex. Thank you, Lisa, for mentioning the confusion.

Before today:

Lighting a cigarette, Pamela announced her pregnancy by the fertile new husband lying in post coital infidelity. Jackson held his breath and his tongue that day. He walked out that motel room door with socks stuffed in his jacket pocket and became a devoted hermit at the ripe old age of twenty-seven.

He had not regretted the decision for one minute. Until tonight.

My revision:

Lying with her ex-husband in post coital infidelity, Pamela waved a lit cigarette announcing her pregnancy by the fertile new spouse. Jackson held his breath and his tongue, and walked through that motel room door with socks stuffed in his jacket pocket.

A devoted hermit at the ripe old age of twenty-seven, he had not regretted the decision for one minute. Until tonight.

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In the first one, doesn’t it read like the new husband is lying with his wife in post coital infidelity? ~snicker~ I hope you’re having a lovely weekend!

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Monday, September 24, 2018

Good News – and a Happy, Superstitious Camper

Autumn has arrived in the northern hemisphere. Hallelujah! I could swear it has translated into my immediate better fortune regarding minor annoyances.

For starters, Tilly is unlikely to have a urinary tract infection. The vet mainly wants to see kidney functionality. Testing for a UTI is just routine.

Whew! My wild imagination ran away with me again.

In other good news, if she does happen to be infected there is a onetime antibiotic injection our veterinary often uses in cats. She expressed utmost confidence in a good outcome without ill side effects.

Now, our pet sitters can schedule treatment if necessary. We’ll just reimburse them for any expenditures and time. We shall see.

Now, as for my antique eyeglass frames, the prognosis seemed grim as of yesterday afternoon. The optical technician appeared ready to cry giving me the news that she could not help me. But she did refer me to a specialist.

Specialist, indeed. His business is called Special Eyes. Specialize. Get it? This gal hoped he could weld my frames back together.

Anyway, this morning’s call to the taciturn specialist gave me neither hope nor despair. He advised me to visit his shop soon as possible and he would take a look.

I practically flew out the door.

Well, he got the job done. Hurray! As a blessed side note I spent more time driving back and forth, traversing two separate Ohio counties, than waiting at either establishment.

You Were Right, Lisa, I Shared This Image in August :)
The cost for my frame repair? $20!

I was in awe, and beyond grateful. He didn’t crack a smile, but I could tell he enjoys his trade. Not only did he explain the work when finished but showed me a piece from his collection of antique frames that he thought I described over the phone.

(mine are cooler, I think, though I didn’t say anything)

Come to think of it, I wonder if he would have sold me an item from his collection had the repair been impossible but my lenses fit. Who can say?
 
There is way more going on under the decorative fa├žade here than imaginable to a layman, by the way. The craftsman explained creating a hidden pin from among spare parts that fits somehow through a sort of U shaped clip I never saw.

I don’t know. I’m just thrilled at the results.

How is your day going?

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Sunday, September 23, 2018

Reframing My Attitude

Little trials seem to just keep coming our way. Now our cat Tilly might have a urinary tract infection. It’s to be diagnosed the day we leave for a trip. I have no idea how we will handle things, though I will ask about an antibiotic shot when we go in to the vet’s office, what risks there are and expectations on the outcome for a geriatric feline.

Meanwhile, I’m reminding myself we are blessed in countless ways. For one, Tilly’s thyroid is responding well to the new dosage (pills she will, at least mostly, miss while we are gone ~sigh~).

We also have caring and capable pet sitters who charge affordable prices. Jezebel hides, but Tilly adores them. Unfortunately, the couple refuses to hand feed any cat pills after a mean fellow almost tore off her thumb.

I can’t say I blame her. It’s our wish Tilly will gulp down a pill with some food as she did this morning on the days they visit.

There’s more.

Yesterday afternoon I may have jinxed myself. Driving home from a late lunch, I told my partner how happy it’s made me to find these bifocal reading/driving lenses working out. Well, later that evening the frames failed.

It seems a screw broke or got stripped, perhaps from over-tightening. That left lens needed to be reseated shortly after I got them because a wrong angle within the frame distorted the fit.

Have I mentioned my frames are antiques?

Wish me luck on getting them repaired. Otherwise, I may end up wearing an old pair of underpowered reading glasses on our travels. These computer reading lenses provide a way too fuzzy view at any distance.

What are you up to this week?

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Monday, September 17, 2018

Summer Bounty – An Accounting of Blessings

In my human frailty, I have done quite a bit of complaining this season. And granted, I’m still beyond ready for the onset of autumn, but I thought it time to readdress and assess some of the bountiful goodness.

For one, I’ve (most weeks) achieved a good deal of rewrites. Today I’m having fun reworking “The Wolf at Your Door”. I plan to contribute toward the incomplete ending before closing down for the evening .

The new deck, finished within a single week (!), turned out very nice. For the first time we can remember, it’s a safe and attractive structure. We’ll just have to get some of the lumber painted or stained to protect it from the elements once the green has bleached away.
Composite Floorboards Should Hold Up Better

At Last We Have Safe, Comfortable Stairs!
I’ve mentioned gardening numerous times. Stashed in our freezer are bags and bags of processed tomatoes ready for stews and casseroles or chili alongside others loaded with roasted jalapenos and parboiled chard. We also have leftover West African peanut stew and, as of yesterday, several servings of homemade tomato basil bisque ready to defrost. My next task is to cook up Buffalo chicken chili with some refrigerated fresh tomatoes and freeze half of that. I like having plenty of meals on hand.

Yum
If you think the above looks like fortune cookies, check out how I managed to freeze individual packets of the thin bisque without inconvenience or mess. Ice cube trays are so useful, even though my experiment in freezing cubes of fresh herbs didn’t work out so well. The soup bagged up quite nicely. I’m pleased with having thought to try this.

Three Bowls Full Ready to Go
Yesterday we shut down two of three Earthbox gardening containers for winter (tomatoes and rainbow chard). We’ll harvest the hot pepper plants in the next day or so. Once dehydrated, the spicy Thai dragon pods will fulfill our recipe needs for a couple of years.

There may still be some marglobe tomatoes to harvest ripe from the corner patch. We’ll see what the weather does. Those plants grew taller than my five foot two inch self and just look at my colander full! How beautiful are these tasty globes?

Prettiest Tomatoes We Have Ever Grown
Also, potatoes! We shall see how these little purple guys cook up. They will be part of dinner tonight.
 
A New Experiment Using Potato Growing Bags - !
And while my heart goes out to all those who have or will face hurricanes this season, I’m thrilled to know my favorite vacation destination (more home away from home, really) has weathered quite well. We look forward to returning to the Kill Devil Hills region of North Carolina’s Outer Banks yet this year.

Our Beets (Upper Right) Were Disappointing
But Who Wants Fried Green Tomatoes?
Last but not least, Palaye Royale is about to drop their sophomore release “Boom Boom Room: Side B”. I’ll be seeing them live in November, too. That should be fun.

PR's Underwater Album Cover Shot
Now the question remains, what should we plant in place of Thai dragon peppers next spring?

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Sunday, September 16, 2018

The Never Ending Summer

I’m grateful for this summer’s bounty. We preserved so many cucumbers and tomatoes it isn’t funny. There are years’ worth of Thai dragon hot peppers yet to harvest and dry.

That’s not happening today.

We planned to do it. But first I set out to mow the front lawn. SO decided it high time to weed whack the edges of same patch of grass.

All went swimmingly at first. He had the courtesy to halt his efforts whenever I neared with the lawnmower.

At first. You can see where this is going, can’t you?

Finished cutting grass, I wheeled the mower onto a shady patch of concrete to reattach the recalcitrant grass chute, which I gave up trying to reinstall in the midst of my job. All of a sudden, I feel pain in the back of my head, as if someone threw a handful of pebbles at me.

Or hornets attacked.

I stood, whipped around, and backed up in one movement. There stood my dear husband, just a few feet away, industriously edging the driveway.

Near where I had knelt moments before.

Screaming, “Hey!” didn’t even register. I stomped into the garage, threw my gloves on the shelf, kicked my shoes into their usual corner near the door, and left him to put everything away.

I’m so done with this summer’s sweat and painful little indignities. And still the grass grows. The back is so high we should just get a goat.

I’m going to drown my sorrows in pictures of pretty musicians. Meanwhile, my husband did a nice job and apologized for the mistake.

Left to Right:
Sebastian Danzig, Remington Leith, and Emerson Barrett
of Palaye Royale

Would you hire someone for yard work if you could?

Here is a Bonus for My Cat Loving Friends
Drummer Emerson Barrett's Zen Moment

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Friday, September 14, 2018

A Deserved Dressing Down?

This morning my partner gave me a serious glower over a simple observation. ~grin~ I apologize in advance (especially to Liz A.) but I have to share that exchange. I’ll let you decide if the response was deserved or not.

All I did was look out our bedroom window to check on this beautiful orb-weaver web and say, “Oh, look. The spider grabbed a protein shake on the fly.”

Heh…

Whether I deserved a frown in reply or not, I have noticed tremendous proliferation of life this summer. Dragon- and butterflies in particular flitter about everywhere I go. Yesterday yet another fishing spider appeared in my basement. This one is a smaller male but still formidable looking.

I have decided that comforting old adage told me by my parents is a lie. That thing is not more afraid of me than I am of it. Wish me luck he’s moved on before my next laundry day.

Do you see lots of insects during a typical summer?

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Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Lessons Learned – and Some Fun Facts

It’s important to keep learning at any age. Whether it be from a little research, some mistake, or an achievement, we need to take something new out of every day. Otherwise we stagnate as intellectual creatures.

It seems that I learned a lot this summer. Some lessons were bittersweet, others comical, and one downright painful.

Here are a few:

Do not grow four cucumber plants unless you want upwards of eighty pickle jars.

Almost everyone in our socio-economic network likes dill pickles.

Do not stare solely at the ground while mowing the lawn – some aggressive hornets nest high.

Bread and butter pickles really are tasty alone on a slice of bread with a little butter.

Aphids are even creepier than I thought (thanks Lisa – you can read her fascinating blog post here).

Make sure the mechanic received the unusual car part you ordered before driving twenty minutes one way for the (now useless) appointment.

Loofah sponges are derived from a fully ripe Asian fruit from the cucumber family, which is edible when harvested young.

Marglobe tomatoes are as picture perfect pretty as they are delicious.

A certain toilet cleaning tablet with Braille printed on the label doesn’t work as advertised (maybe Brian had a valid point when he asked, “If you were blind how would you know if it cleaned the toilet or not?”).

Marglobe tomato plants produce a lot of fruit.

Every United States president in the history of this nation has had siblings.

Sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia is the scientific name for ‘brain freeze’.

People get more amusing with their beloved pets every day.


I could go on and on. It seems better to wrap things up and let everyone get on with their day. ~grin~ I hope you are having a lovely week.

Did you now every bottle Snapple brand tea includes a fun factoid printed inside the lid?

Sweet Sandee of Comedy Plus linked this on her Happy Tuesday blog hop. You can find others below. I think we can all use a smile on this momentous 9/11 anniversary.
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Thursday, September 6, 2018

Decked Out

We are blessed to live in a home without a mortgage, which we paid off some time ago. But as most adults know, the maintenance never ends. We have shelled out thousands and thousands of dollars over the summer months trying to get this brick house sealed against water damage in our often rain-soaked part of the Midwestern United States.

This week we are getting rid of an eyesore that we’ve lived with for twenty-five years, the original second story deck. I look forward to having a solid, safe, attractive structure that might actually inspire us to use it - rare (inviting) weather permitting.

The contractors are dedicated and trustworthy by everything I’ve seen. They show up when they say and work hard while here.

Day One!
I will be glad when they are done and gone.

So will Jezebel the cat. Like me, she prefers peace and solitude. There isn’t a quiet room in this house right now. I’m in the closest thing to that, where it only sounds instead of feels like the building is being ripped apart. The cellar isn’t even immune, as the support beams travel most of the way through the home, between the main and underground levels to conduct vibrations throughout.

Door to Our Kitchen - A Room With a View?

This morning in the kitchen the floor shuddered under my feet with the equipment being used on the other side of the wall. I kid you not.

Meanwhile, poor Jezebel chooses to hide under our bed all day, across the hall from where I’m sitting now. Not a good idea.

Unfortunately for her, there is an industrial sized generator rumbling between our house and the neighbor’s. That beast is what drove me out of bed this morning.

Do you have any major projects going on this month?

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Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Apple Versus Android


Over ten years ago (almost fifteen?) I bought my Kindle Fire. The thing is still going strong. I continue downloading e-books and playing electronic card games with ease.

A very short time after my purchase, my partner became a bit envious. He did a little online research and opted to go with an Acer tablet. Well, the thing saw almost zero usage.

From the start it was way heavier. You see, SO wanted a larger screen than my Kindle has.

Guess what? The screen is not that much bigger. Other than a brief period a few years in which I watched videos while lying across our bed, that Acer has mostly gathered dust.

Lately I started wishing I could read my own unpublished stories lying down, perhaps do a little light editing whenever I wake up in the morning not yet ready to rise. In that context, the Acer’s slightly wider screen seemed ideal.

First, I needed to trust the security of a cloud storage service like Dropbox. Yesterday I decided to take the plunge. I currently have nine of my short stories uploaded.

This morning I fired up the Acer and tried signing onto Dropbox. Nothing happened. Repeatedly. The only evidence of anything was a slight blink when and where I pressed the button.

The box in which to type my user name and password didn’t come up at all. Feeling quite clever, after a little fiddling I managed to pull up a different sign-on page where I could type. Again I thought, here we go.

No.

I received an error message telling me that Dropbox does not support my browser. But I could upload the latest edition of Chrome, my preferred Firefox, or Internet Explorer.

Okay. Here we go.

No. “Page unavailable. Check to see if you typed the address in correctly or have an adequate Internet connection.” Disgusted and dreading the answer, I put the device down until my husband stepped away from his PC game.

“Make it work,” I said, explaining my dilemma.

“Sorry. I’m afraid it’s useless.”

“Why?”

“Google doesn’t support its products as well as Apple.”

Ah. Okay.
My iPod Touch; of course the screen savr features Palaye Royale
And yes, the lead singer is wearing a skirt
Maybe I’ll try accessing my email on the Acer. I regularly send my updated stories from one address to the other as a sort of back-up, another layer of protection from hardware failure. Meanwhile, I can access Dropbox on my iPod Touch so maybe I should try it with the Kindle Fire. The Kindle hasn’t been the most wieldy when web browsing but it can’t hurt to try, I suppose.

If you’re better in the know than I, would you recommend a smartphone or iPhone to someone looking to upgrade?
Remington Sporting a Courtney Love Designer Dress for LA Fashion Week
Because They're Palaye Royale and... Why not?
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Monday, September 3, 2018

Another Summer Comes to a Close

There isn’t much I mind about the coming of autumn. Cooler temperatures and less time cutting grass are much anticipated. This summer has been rather brutal for me, too. Severe allergies, a hornets nest, swarming ants, and other garden related mishaps are just some of the indignities.

I will miss it when our black vultures and hummingbirds leave the area. The same goes for the damsel-, dragon-, and butterflies, which have been prolific this year. So have the spiders, and I can’t say I mind as they mostly stayed outdoors.

There is something else I am truly sorry to see go. Zima, I will miss you. I hope you come back next summer.

~sigh~
I’ve asked this before, but since this beverage made another limited appearance in the United States (at least), I’ll question again if you’ve ever tasted this refreshing adult drink.

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Sunday, September 2, 2018

Tongue-Tied


My partner and I developed an efficient system for watering our garden containers this summer. One of us goes to the side of the house and turns on the faucet. The other directs the flow of water, announcing when it can be turned off.

Yesterday I was told to “Stick the hose in.”

“My specialty,” I quipped.

After a brief chuckle he paused, my double entendre dawning, and gave me a look of disgusted amusement. I shrugged.

“What else did you expect after all these years?”

Don’t you agree that humor is the most important ingredient for a successful long term relationship?

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Saturday, September 1, 2018

Rainbow Snippet for September 1st and 2nd


Welcome to September! It’s time again for me and some very talented writers to share six sentences from an LGBT related piece. Please check out the Rainbow Snippets Facebook page where you can find all sorts of genres.

Mine, as usual, comes from my BloodMoon series of erotica. Here, young lovers are visiting the parents of one. The older couple ran their guests ragged in an effort to pack as much Greek culture and fancy socializing into the week as possible. Desperate for intimacy, the pair skipped out on yet another cocktail party the night before this scene.

Here we have an understanding mother addressing her son’s love interest. I hope you’ll find it amusing.

Snippet:

The very next afternoon Mrs. Gravan called me into the kitchen. She said she heard I made excellent tea, which I considered an absurd pretext even as I pondered why she could possibly want to get me alone. Clara did not leave me in suspense long.

“Of course, dear, I know why you two wanted to stay in last night and I’m sorry for our thoughtlessness. I remember young love, though we aren’t dead yet,” she added, winking, “though next time you might want to light some incense. Or maybe a lot, for that matter.”

~

Do you like using incense?

#rainbowsnippets
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Friday, August 31, 2018

Calling a Spade a Spade

When I was a wee lass, my maternal grandfather taught me to play solitaire, then double solitaire. We would sit and play hand after hand in their kitchen, his little television off to the side, often tuned into some professional wrestling match.

Jack of Spades
I remember being young enough that he made a point of teaching me the different shapes, pointing out the colors. These days I’ve returned to playing solitaire on my old iPod Classic, especially when I’m feeling ill (which seems to be happening a lot this allergy season). At any rate, watching the cards flick past, I identify them in my head during play. A heart looks like a Valentine, diamonds have the traditional four corners, and the spade (as Grandpa taught) looks like a pointy ended spade style shovel.

Why on earth are the clubs not called clovers?

That shape is nothing like a mace weapon
(aka a club) either; don't you agree?

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Thursday, August 30, 2018

Hello? – or – Trials of a Cat Caregiver


Today I visited my veterinary clinic to pick up thyroid medication for our cat Tilly. For several years now she’s been on 2.5 mg of felimazole twice a day.

"I'm old, what do you want?"
After bloodwork done yesterday it was discovered we need to up the dosage. I expected to hear she would go onto 5 mg twice a day like our girl Luna did many years ago.

No.

Instead, the woman instructed us to administer two pills in the morning and one in the evening. Great. I shove Tilly’s pills down with my thumb. Now I have to do it to the poor old gal twice in the mornings?

Then it dawned on me to see if I could request one bottle of 2.5 mg tablets and another of 5. So I did. One is bright pink, the 5 mg bright orange, so even if I’m sleepy it’s unlikely I’ll mix them up. As added insurance, I’m storing the evening dose’s bottle near the alarm clock set up as daily reminder (engrossed in some show or movie, I tend to lose track of time).

This afternoon it took three tries to explain what I wanted. At one point the receptionist actually agreed to have the prescription changed from the 2.5, adding, “But then you’ll have to cut them in half for the evening dose.”

It took an effort not to roll my eyes. Meanwhile, cutting those tiny, slick things in half is near impossible. I started over.

Not a young woman, she didn’t even have the sense to be embarrassed. At least I got what I wanted. And I saved money.

One hundred tablets of the lower dose costs way more than half what is charged for the five milligram pills. I could spend $74.28 every fifty days versus $61.06.

That isn’t a lot. But when you live on a severely restricted income, you tend to notice how fast those dollars add up. And I would have needed to pick up a bottle every darn month. Time is even more valuable. I’m so glad I made the effort now to get this squared away.

Do you think most people blindly follow doctors’ instructions without question?

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Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Cracked Up and Clueless

I made a new local friend a few weeks ago. Somehow, it seems I’ve become sort of a big sister to him after only meeting in person to write together twice. It’s rather cool and flattering.

We’ve talked about getting together with my husband and his father, which I think would be fun. Meanwhile, he shares all sorts of personal stuff in private messages, almost stream of consciousness confessions and real life updates while being very well composed.

Each one includes something that makes me stop and think, causes jealousy over some of his adventures, or gives me a good laugh.

Today I received one that advised me to delete it. He repeated this sentiment more than once. Of course I had to keep reading.

And his less than sober words cracked me up. Sorry, but I must spare you the details, which are not family friendly. So here’s an unrelated image that is family friendly and adorable in case you feel I’ve wasted your time. ~grin~ Who doesn’t appreciate kittens and cute boys?

Meet Kyros and His Kitten Botox
(image from 2008, of a self promoting male)
But as for the clueless part of my title, I had to look up a shorthand code: NVM. Turns out it means never mind, which I would never have guessed in a million years. Thank heaven for search engines.

Do you know all the various English language text message abbreviations?

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Saturday, August 25, 2018

Rainbow Snippet for August 25th and 26th




Having looked at the same story again and again, I am setting it aside to let a better ending percolate. To get the juices flowing, I decided to start a new story and see where it goes. Below is the opening of the new tale, in which my characters take a vacation. I’m not sure how it will fit into my BloodMoon universe, but writing feels good whatever the case.

I hope you’ll join me in reading other LGBTQIA+ snippets gathered on our Rainbow Snippets Facebook page. There are some super authors there.

Without further ado, here are this weekend’s six sentences:

I closed my eyes toward the sun, clutching the ship’s railing. The wind changed direction. Instead of the sea I smelled a hint of something very much like cardamom drifting from behind. Head turning, I took a deep breath without looking.

My lungs expanded to hold in the spiced air. No doubt well aware I swirled his scent over a more than human olfactory organ, Nickolas chuckled, the low sound lifting the hair on my arms.

~

Have you ever been drawn to someone by the scent of their skin?

#rainbowsnippets
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Friday, August 24, 2018

Marital Bliss

This Concept Cover Better Fits My Latest Story

A relationship between a writer and her characters can be a little like marriage. Well, maybe a lot. After years of ‘hanging out’ with my favorite OC, I just discovered that he has a true addictive personality.

And I’m his enabler. Maybe I’m codependent and that’s why I can neither quit him nor share our stories with the world.

Yesterday I placed him and a lover on a cruise ship with a gambling deck. I bet you can guess what happened.

Have you ever vacationed on a luxury cruise liner?

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