Monday Monday

kittehWasn’t that a song? I think most people don’t like Monday because they leave their weekend and go back to work. My Mondays are the same as any day…and YES, I work in my pajamas. However, that’s not why I’m a writer.

There is nothing like doing what you love. It isn’t easy always to know what that entails. I have thoroughly enjoyed many occupations. The trick is to know yourself and stay on a chosen course. Determine what you love and never give up.

So today is Monday. I’m at home, sitting at my desk. Yes, I think I’ll stay in my pajamas. I am going to write. Where are you and what are you doing?

A Moment’s Expectation…

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The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

Some of my favorite words….

The shepherd is an image of total safety, acceptance and love. I can not help but wonder if we are not tasked to be the shepherds of those around us…

Would a world of shepherds be a better place?

Have a wonderful Sunday!

Weekend Warriors 7/7/13

A little excerpt from Kris— Kris has been sent to the genetic testing clinic a second time to confirm his identity.

Imagination running wild, Kris envisioned his parents as rebels, rock stars and time travelers…always coming back to the same conclusion. It was more likely that his genetics were tied with a set of criminals serving life sentences in maximum security.
As he stared up toward the dropped ceiling, the boy wished that he was somewhere else. He really did not want to learn that his father and mother were akin to Bonnie and Clyde. “Next,” the nurse called his name after reexamining his forms. “Kris Cane.” Looking up from the hallway chair, he wondered why she bothered. There was no one there except him.

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Read It or Eat It!

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The Dragon rubs his empty belly and considers his well stocked book shelf. No he is not desperate…but some of the titles look very tasty. The Curse of the Salute a thriller by Anastacia Moore has fallen near the cook pot. Should he read it or eat it?
A loud growl from his belly indicates his interest.

Let’s digest the story a little. The Salute is a small fishing boat owned by a man named Charles Frank and his son Dick. They hire a friend of the old man’s named Pete during tuna season…and the scary begins. The characters are very real and the descriptions of the fishing are amazing. Although the Dragon is a fire dragon…
What’s on the menu…
Tuna has many possibilities!!

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The story  takes us down a path of evil that threatens to take everything from Dick including his sanity.

—Cooking Pros and Cons—-

Pros–

  1. the descriptions of the vessel and the fishing are amazing.
  2. the language is simple and totally in keeping with the story, the prose is readable
  3. the characters are well developed
  4. the relationship between the father and son is nicely detailed
  5. the tension builds well
  6. the plot keeps the reader’s interest throughout

Cons—

  1.  there are no dragons in the story…
  2. there is ocean everywhere

The Dragon says save this book for reading. Although a tasty treat, it will be much better consumed by the mind. This is an entertaining novel. Buy it! !!!!ROAR!!!! It can be found at amazon and wherever fine seafood books are sold.

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Cactus Flower

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As I walked I saw a single cactus bloom that sparked my imagination:

She glanced downward at her yellow evening gown resplendent with bits of orange dotting the inside layer. the dress had been exhaustively chosen for this night, and she had planned every motion, every word of the evening.

Now the hours had ticked away… She had not intended to be late.

The angry words exchanged, there had been no way to call them back, retrace her steps, begin anew. Time had passed without her assent. She flew to her appointed meeting…thinking he would wait.

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When she had finally flung open the doors to the party everyone was gone. Imagine her the only bloom left of the season, stilly lovely, still glorious, yet past her time and so very alone…
the last of her kind.
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The last flower of the season was out of sync with the rest. Something about its singularity made it more fragile, more ethereal…