So it’s been a year….

So there are a lot of things that happened last year that just put my writing and my health to the side. Yes, one of those things was my commitment. It just went away / to the way side while I focused on other things.

Recently there have been some things health wise that have made me seriously reevaluate things. I am not going to go into details because those stories are not mine to tell.

The main thing I can say is that the one thing I am recommitting to is my Get Healthy plan. Mentally and physically. This will mean a lot of doctor appointments and focus on my part, but it has to happen.

While I do this I am also going to work on my writing again as it makes the mental part of me … well better.

So here is to reaffirming previous commitments and focusing on the positive things in life.

With Love.


Getting Caught

“SallyAnn! Get ya ass in ‘ere!” She screamed.

“What ma? I was doin’ my homework.” SallyAnn said.

“Did ya tell Billy to feed the chicks instead of doing it ya self?”

“Nah. He said he wanted to do it ma.” SallyAnn said trying to sound sure of her self. She wasn’t about to tell her mother that she paid him to do her chores for her tonight so she could met up with Rickie at the football field after school.

“Das not what Billy said.” Her mom said putting her hands on her hips.

“Don’t know what to tell ya ma.” SallyAnn said, “Billy said he wanted to do it so I let him.”

“An’ I suppose he also wanted to feed da cows, do the evening milkin’, and shovel the murer in the horse stalls too?” She said disbelief.

SallyAnn nodded her head and tried not to fidget. Her Mom knew. She knew. SallyAnn had to fully commit to the story or there was no way she was gonna get out of this without a whoopin.

Ma just looked at her, hands on her hips. Then her mom threw her hands up in the air and said, “Just what kind of idiot do you think I am. Just ‘cuz you got more schoolin than I did, you think I’m an idiot?”

SallyAnn felt her stomach hit the floor and her mouth fully dry up.

“In the mornin’ you’re doing all of his chores along with yours.” SallyAnn opened her mouth to complain but her mother continued, “AND Billy dun get to keep the money you paid him.

“Ma! That’s not fair.” She said stomping he foot and crossing her arms in defiance. “I gots plans with MaryKay after school tomorrow.”

“Well if you get all the chores done you can go.” Her mom said smirking. She knew damn well that kid wasn’t getting them done.

SallyAnn knew there was nothing she could say to change her mom’s mind. She couldn’t fight and win. Her mom was just as stubborn as she was.

SallyAnn let every bit of defiance she could come to fruit, turned on her heal, and stomped off toward her room.

“Don’t you slam that door young lady!” Ma said just as SallyAnn did just that. She turned to her husband and sighed, “That kid is gonna be the death of me Earl.”

Earl just snickered and said, “She is your daughter.”

It is Impossible …

It was lunch time and as always, I walked to the park and  sat on the park bench beside the old redwood tree and river that ran through town. It was the same every day and  I had become a creature of habit. Andre was probably rolling in his grave at my predictability.

Today wasn’t much different as I sat down, unwrapped my turkey and avocado creation and took that first bit. It was then a voice behind me caught my attention. It was a voice that was so very familiar, but it couldn’t possibly below to him.

I couldn’t bring myself to turn around and face that disappointment, but what if it was?

“It couldn’t be.” I told myself. I moved here three years ago after the accident had taken his life.

The smoothness of that voice though… I could feel myself turning around, but then caught myself. No. It wasn’t possible. I saw the line go flat. I watched the doctors wheel him off after his body had gone ridged and cold.

Even now I could remember when we stood in the shadow of the Winter Palace in St. Petersburg as he whispered in my ear, “Snowflake, you can’t deny the artist vookmanship of the castle.”

“No, I can not. Though, it just isn’t my taste.” I said.

His words and heat still sent a shiver down my spine. I was so cold that winter, but having him  there with me … I sighed and returned to eating my sandwich.

A tall looming shadow fell across me, and said “You know mi zweet, you always were beautiful with your mouth full.”

I swallowed hard and was just about to spit some retort, but then my eyes met his and my heart stopped. I went completely numb. I just stared at the man before me.

Then he smiled in the way only I ever saw when we were alone.

“Andre?!” I said barely above a whisper.


[This came from an in class exercise about writing the impossible with suggestions of an accent. The above has no basis in reality. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by myself.]

The Farewell Kiss Under the Sky



The Farewell Kiss Under the Sky


We were sitting on the hood of his car listening to the sound of the waves crash. It was a lovely evening where for once there wasn’t any fog obstructing the night sky. Luckily this far out from the city the stars were endless. The warmth of his arm around me made butterflies spring into flight in my stomach.

It had been awhile since either of us had said anything and when the alarm on my phone went off telling me that if I didn’t leave in the next 10 minutes I was going to be grounded for life for breaking curfew, we both jumped.

“Sorry about that.” I said my cheeks red in embarrassment.

“Hey, don’t want you to get in trouble this close to prom.” He said as we scooted off the hood.

He took my hand and walked me back to where my car was parked a row back. What was it about him that just the simple circling of his thumb on the back of my hand made me weak in the knees?

Before I knew it, he was opening the car door for me and I turned to give him a hug and realized he was so close that I could feel his breath on my lips.

“So …” he said nervously, “I’ll see you at school tomorrow?”

“I’ll be there.” I breathed.

Then his lips were on mine, so light and careful. I threw my arms around him and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. It was like lightning flashing through my veins. I couldn’t get enough of it. All too soon he pulled away and rested his forehead on mine.

“Damn. It’s only for the night, but …” He stepped back and continued, “I’ll see you tomorrow babe.”

“Bye.” I said smiling and sitting in the seat. He reached down and kissed me quickly one more time and gently closed the door.


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Owen’s Light


Finding the Light

(pic snagged from )

Today was the day. Today was the day he was going to allow himself to be killed by his guards. He had had it. Day in and Day out of being beaten because he had followed the orders of the Council. Day in and day out of wondering if today was the day that they had poisoned his food to make him ill… again. Day in and day out of wondering when and if he would ever get out of this place. He was through. He couldn’t do it anymore. Today was the anniversary of the day he had been sentenced to this hell hole in the depths of Obsecuritan and today was the day his life ended.

He thought he would be able to wait out Jean coming to his rescue. He thought if she just knew where he was, she would have the Vernadali’s retrieve him from this hole and everything would be alright.

That’s when he heard it. The fighting down the hall. He tried to get up, but slipped and crashed back down onto the floor. There was a loud crunch against the door and then a face he hadn’t seen in years came into view.

Mickel de Sudiant.

“Owen?” He said through the bars in the door.

“Yea. It’s me.” I said hoarsely. Not hardly talking for 6 months had made my throat raw and my voice dead.

“Get up here and help me get this door open.” Mickel said with urgency.

“Mickel just let me die. I’m no use to anyone anymore.” Owen said.

“Okay fine. You sit there and die then.” He said. “But before you do. You might want to tell me what your final words will be to Jean.”

Jean. Jean had sent Mickel?

“She sent you?”

“Well of course. Why else would I be here? Not like I wouldn’t rather be on the sandy beaches of Naswald with some sexy Kursh serving me an icy cold drink. Nah… It also couldn’t have anything to do with the fact the both of you have been a life long friend and  …. well just get your ass moving.

“Jean.” I said closing my eyes and leaning my head against the wall.

“I swear Owen… if I return without you, then she will have my hide.”

“Get that blasted door open. I can’t get up and you’re going to have to carry my ass out of here.”

(This is a small piece I wrote in class from a prompt.  My new computer is up and running so I will be posting small blurbs from the various prompts and exercises we do in class. They have been incredibly fun and I look forward to sharing them with you. Some are serious pieces; Some fun and silly.  Glad to be back! )

Stupid Computer!

So … I’m trying to get myself into using my blog again and I had this grand plan that since I’m taking my English class again this semester that I would post some of the writing exercises that we do in the class so everyone can see just how demented I am in the head when I do what my teacher calls a “shitty first draft”.

However, my computer has decided to be picky as to when it wants to work and when it wants to just hang up in an endless loop trying to start up.

I use my Ipad Pro in class with a bluetooth keyboard, but it is so much easier to manipulate the work on a desktop than on the Ipad.

So I’m trying folks. I’m trying.

If it decides to work for me in the morning, I’ll get this weeks up tomorrow.

In the meantime…. Here is a picture of Prince Wall-E Magnifico Puppino and his brother Pippin.


Hello everyone. I hope you had a safe and fun new year celebration. 

As you all know each year I have a word of the year and usually have a few New Years resolutions. 

My word of the year is “Perserverance!” 

This year really is going to be about getting back on track. Period. I will get back to getting healthy and most importantly… I will be working hard on The Five Angels and finding an Agent.

Here is to a bright New Year!