Okay. I couldn’t resist. And I almost forgot that today is Friday and I need a video to post. So here. Have some rather zany silliness and enjoy. Happy Labor Day Weekend.
So. Y’all know that I have a really weird writing process. I call myself a Puzzler (as opposed to a Plotter and/or a Pantser). I work a jigsaw puzzle by putting all the straight-edged pieces togethr to form the framework. Then I fit other pieces together into “block” and figure out where they belong within the framework. I write the same way. I have my world, my main characters, and a semblance of a plot–or at least a trope that is the base for the story. Then I write scenes as inspiration or prompts hit me. Yes, I also start at the beginning and write chapter by chapter too, but I always have dangling scenes hanging out there and most of them find a place within the story. My brain knows what it is doing, even if I’m pretty much clueless. This popped up from the Universe awhile back and it fits…
Sometimes, Silver, when a tiny series of the most unpredictable events occur that otherwise make no sense at all… it’s just my way of winking and hinting that something big is about to happen.
Hibiscus,
The Universe
©www.tut.comSh-h-h-h-h… Silver.
So that’s how it works. Unpredictable events occur at random, my Muse (or perhaps the Universe) winks and wham! Something big happens. Like a book coming together into a whole story. I don’t know why I fight it. It always works out in its own sweet time. So, I’m writing random stuff, waiting for a wink. Shhh. Don’t tell. 😉 What about y’all? What are you waiting for?
Allegedly, today is the meteorological start of Fall. Our heat index is forecast for 105 so you can’t prove that by me. But it is Wednesday, which means time for #1lineWed THEME and inspiration. Today’s prompt is **FALL**. There’s a lot falling into place with Ronan, the heir apparent of the O’Hara faction of the Irish mob, and Maura, the principled Assistant District Attorney. This snippet is fairly self-explanatory for a totally random bit of wordage. 😉
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Maura debated her next course of action. She’d spotted the tail within moments of leaving her office. She’d called out her farewells to the remaining staff and took the stairs instead of the elevator. By the time she arrived on the corner of Sudbury and Cambridge, she felt the prickle on her neck. The guy wasn’t very good. He also didn’t work for her boss or the cops. Given the case she’d just been assigned, that did not bode well. Part of her wanted to turn around and confront the guy but that would be playing into their hands. She wasn’t about to fall for that trick.
“Follow your routine,” she muttered. She walked down Cambridge to the T station and past it to the Starbucks. Routine. She always stopped in Starbucks when she left the office to grab a drink for the ride home.
The line was fairly short and she tried to maintain a neutral expression as everyone in front of her ordered pumpkin spice lattes. It might be almost Fall, and Autumn was her favorite time of year, but pumpkin was for pie and bread, not coffee. She offered herself a mental smirk as she ordered a mocha frappucino. It was warm. She was thirsty. But she didn’t miss the flavored coffee irony.
Backtracking, she entered the T station and headed down to the platform. Her shadow was still there. She wanted to give herself a slap to the forehead on his behalf. The guy wore a nylon tracksuit. Hello, this is the Eighties calling. We want our clothes back. The train pulled into the station and she stepped onto the car and turned so she could watch the guy scramble on-board through a different door. At the next stop, a young man large enough to be a linebacker for the Patriots got on and stood next to her, blocking her view. Maybe she could use him as a diversion, dashing off at the last minute and losing the thug on her trail.
In a completely irrational frame of mind, she wanted to run across town. To South Boston. To Ronan. That was so wrong on so many levels. Ronan was the enemy. Ronan was a criminal. She prosecuted criminals. She put criminals in prison. She did not fantazize about sleeping with one of them.
No. No running to Ronan. She didn’t like Ronan. Didn’t know Ronan. Didn’t trust Ronan. She was not falling in love with Ronan. When the train arrived at the Copley station, she disembarked, rode the escalator up to street level, hit Dartmouth Street and headed west toward the Charles River. Maybe she’d change when she got home and go for a run along the Esplanade. She laughed out loud, thinking of her tail huffing and puffing along in her wake, all dressed up in that ridiculous tracksuit. Determined to make his life miserable, she walked briskly. She might be in high heels but she could run a 4-minute mile in these shoes if she needed to.
The man was out of view as she turned up the front walk of her Beacon Street building. She was lucky. Her flat had its own entrance. She veered away from the main entrance, skipped down a few steps and slid her key into the deadbolt lock. Slipping through the door, she closed it behind her, locked it back, and peered out the curtains. No sign of the man she’d started calling Sloppy Joe. With a sigh of relief, she kicked off her shoes, turned around, and screamed.
A man sprawled on her sofa. A man in an impeccable—and expensive—suit.
Her voice squeaked a little when she said his name. “Ronan O’Connor.”
“Maura Brannigan.” His didn’t.
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I will say that their paths have crossed more than once, and Maura has something of a fangirl crush/fixation where Ronan is concerned. Also, this won’t be the first time he breaks into her apartment. 🤣 Writers, any fall words to share? Readers, do you like Fall?
It’s still hot outside and Labor Day is coming up. This quick, one-and-done meal cooked on the grill is perfect for the weather and the holiday. Plus all the major food groups are covered! What more could you want?
Total Time: 40 Min.
Prep Time: 25 Min.
Cook Time: 15 Min.
10 servings
Enjoy TATER TOTS® in a new way with these Meatball and TATER TOTS® Packets. Foil-pack cooking makes all-in-one meal preparation a breeze! Fire up the grill and try it yourself with these cheesy meatball and TATER TOTS® packets.
What You Need
1 pkg. (28 oz.) ORE-IDA TATER TOTS
1 cup HEINZ Tomato Ketchup
1/4 cup A.1. Original Sauce
4 cups frozen mixed vegetables (carrots, corn, peas), thawed
1 full recipe of Perfectly Portioned Meatballs
1 pkg. (8 oz.) KRAFT Shredded Sharp Cheddar Cheese
Let’s Make It
1 – Heat grill to medium heat.
2 – Place potatoes on 10 large sheets of heavy-duty foil sprayed with cooking spray. Mix ketchup and A.1. until blended; drizzle half evenly over potatoes. Top with mixed vegetables, Perfectly Portioned Meatballs, remaining ketchup mixture and cheddar. Fold foil to make 10 packets.
3 – Grill 10 to 15 min. or until heated through. Cut slits in foil to release steam before opening packets.
Kitchen Tips
Tip 1 – Size Wise: A perfect meal-time solution, these satisfying portion-controlled packets make cleanup a cinch.
Tip 2 – Substitute: If you don’t have heavy-duty foil, you can use a double layer of regular foil for each packet instead.
My Tip 1 – Meatballs. You can make the recipe provided (click to get to the link) and those meatballs are pretty darn tasty but me? I’m lazy so I just grab some Sam’s Sirloin Meatballs from Wallyworld and prepare them using package instructions.
My Tip 2 – The Perfect Proportioned Meatball recipe makes approximately 32 meatballs, which is basically 4 meatballs per packet. Me? I like my beef so I’m putting for or five in each and making fewer packets. You can adjust to taste/preferences.
All the nutritional details can be found at MY FOOD AND FAMILY. It was tough picking out a book and a character to highlight with this recipe. Heck, it’s so easy even Hannah could fix it–if Mac ever let her get close enough to the grill. 😉 Instead, I realized that this is something that Brodie Buchanan, the hero of UNDER THE ASSASSIN’S MOON would fix when he lived on his boat. Of course, he’d likely fix the entire recipe just for himself but hey, he’s a growing Wolf shifter, right? The good news is, his mate, former CIA assassin Zeta Cordero, likes these packets too. If you’re curious about their story, you can read UNDER THE ASSASSIN’S MOON for free with a Kindle Unlimited subscription or buy the book in digital or paperback from Amazon. Just click on any of the pics with the cover or on the title. What about y’all? Are you in favor of all-in-one packet meals?
What is it about time? It just keeps passing, not like a lazy river but like a flash flood. Last week, Monday came dark and early. I took a nap and suddenly, it was Friday. How does that even happen?!?!
So last week was a combination of butt-crack of dawn mornings, hurry-up-and-wait, interrupted sleep, the world continuing to spin crazily out of control, a few new words, some family relief, a very good dog, and a kitten rescue. That pretty much sums it up.
Curious? Well, we spent Monday dealing with VA. Anyone who is a proponent of uninveral health care should have to deal with VA. They’d change their minds quickly. In good news, the second time appears to be the charm but we won’t know for another week or so. Jake went with me and was a Very Good Boy™. He’s not fond of elevators but he conquered the automatic revolving door.
I can’t even talk about current affairs without losing it. I remember last year when I thought about the world in general, “Be careful what you wish for…” And now the world is reaping what was sowed.
Figures. The two teams I was rooting for in the Little League World Series were knocked out over the weekend and didn’t make the finals. Ah well. They made it into the semi finals and both teams should be very proud of themselves. My Cardinals are on a rollercoaster. Not sure they can make up enough games to make the post-season but they’re giving it the old college try. Whatever that means.
Tomorrow is the last day of August. September is the gateway to fall, which is my favorite season. I shouldn’t really complain about this summer. It wasn’t nearly as hot as it could have been. Most of the problem came from the humidity. And we did have some rain, which is always good. Weather is a crazy thing. The West is suffering and the Gulf Coast and the city of my heart, New Orleans, is being battered by Ida. Odd that Ida hit on the anniversary of Katrina. Makes me wonder sometimes, how things like that happen. Those are thoughts for an early morning with a cup of coffee.
I’m still in the marathon listen of Ilona Andrews’s Kate Daniels series. Not sure how many of you use Goodreads. I’m there because it’s an easy way to keep track of the books I read. They do a reading challenge each year and I always put down 200 as my goal. Most years I exceed it. Others, I don’t quite make it. At the moment, I’ve listendd to (or read–VERY few) 135 books, which puts me 4 books ahead of schedule. I get lost in books. And I can reread or relisten to favorites multiple times. Which is weird, because watching reruns on TV? Yeah, not so much.
I’m ignoring writing. Headspace is limited there. It happens. It’ll right itself eventually. I don’t want to think about deadlines or obligations or that whole “it can be fixed so long as you write something.” I’m well aware but I have to actually make my brain form words before my fingers can type them. I’m working on it.
On a happy note, my neighbor’s daughter managed to catch one of the feral kittens. She is now with a rescue where she will be vetted, microchipped, and placed for adoption. She’s supposed to look like a Seal Point Siamese, but gray fur intead of buff. There’s another kitten out there, a black one, but Momma Cat got it hidden before they could get to it. We’d like to trap Momma and get her fixed and released back here. Also, the four members of the “Cauldron” of blacks that hang out. One has been, the others, no. Thing is, all of them are really smart. We’ve tried before, to know avail. We may try again. But at least one kitten will have a loving home! ❤
Not much else going on in the world. New week, almost a new month, and the change of seasons is on the horizon. Those are good things, things to look forward to. What’s up in your world? What are you looking forward to?
How many of you have said or thought the things portrayed by the fine folks at It’s A Southern Thing? 🙋🏼♀️ Have a great weekend!
Writing should be easy for writers, right? Yeah, about that. Writing is a process and all of us have our own way of connecting the dots, mapping the route, crossing the Ts. Some of us can sit down, stare at a monitor and/or a blank page and words immediately start to race from our brains to our fingertips. That blank page is quickly filled with characters and descriptions and plots twists. Down and dirty and sorely in need of massive edits! Some of us stare at that same monitor/blank page and stew. We get up. Walk around. Stare out the window. Get more coffee. An idea nudges our brain. We nurture it, fanning the tiny spark into life and the story matures and hey, maybe massive revisions aren’t needed. Yeah, right. 🙄 And then we have writer’s block. Ack! This is me flailing. Writer’s block plagues everyone at one time or another. And all of us are looking for quick and easy to write, revise, edit, and publish a book. It’s the nature of our beast. The Universe even chimed in…
The long and short of it goes something like this…
When one stops looking for the quick and easy way, Silver, and just deals with what’s already on their plate, the quick and easy way soon finds them.
That one makes me hungry,
The Universe
©www.tut.comActually, Silver, what could be quicker than beginning with where you are, or easier than starting with what you’ve got? Oh my, the wonder of it all….
Wow. What could be quicker than that? So, as I sit here today staring at a not quite blank page, I’m repeating to myself: What could be quicker than beginning with where you are, or easier than starting with what you’ve got? That’s a mantra for everyone who faces a task in their life. Start where you are, work with what you’ve got. Easy peasy, right?
Wednesday. Words. And today’s #1lineWed theme of **MOON** is perfect for me. I mean, c’mon. Seriously!?!?! I might have shared this snippet before and while it might seem like a spoiler, it really isn’t. Trust me. Anyway, it sort of speaks for itself so no explanations.
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Kathleen Gallagher ruffled the Newfoundland’s ears and the giant dog leaned against her thigh, groaning in delight. He should walk away but he couldn’t, bein’ drawn to this woman like a pickpocket to a crowd of tourists. Her head swiveled, gaze raking the park. He ducked behind a tree. Wouldn’t do if she caught him stalking her. Ever since that night at the club, ever since he’d gotten close enough to smell her, he couldn’t stay away. As a wolf shifter, his other half wouldn’t allow it. He was mooning over her so bad even the boss noticed. Ronan was pushing at him, which wouldn’t do at all.
“Don’t look now, Puck. It’s actually working.”
Feeling foolish, he peeked around the tree. Kathleen stared straight at him, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Busted.“Are you going to keep hiding or will you finally come talk to me?”
His feet moved before his brain engaged. He felt like a big git as he stopped in front of her, all but shuffling his feet like a Catholic schoolboy called in front of Mother Superior.
“You’re Devlin, right?”
“Aye. Devlin O’Riley.”
“You’ve been following me.”
Damned if he didn’t start to blush. “Aye.”
“Why?”
How in the bloody blue blazes did he come anywhere close to explaining that his wolf had decided she was their mate? Being a smart man, mostly, he kept that information to himself.
When he didn’t speak, she continued.
“You work for Ronan O’Connor.”
Being the widow of a wrong cop, it was likely she’d be knowing that. “Aye.”
“Don’t say much, do you?” she teased.
Something in his expression made her laugh and he all but fell to his knees at the sweet sound of it. There was no doubt about it. He was moonstruck over her. Too bad he was the bastard who’d killed her husband.
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This week is something of a bust as far as new words go, so I reached back to find this one. Real Life has put a crimp in the ol’ creativity hose. In the meantime, writers, any moon words to share? And readers, what kind of full moon is your favorite? I’m rather partial to a witching moon myself. 😉
It’s party time! First, I’m part of the totally awesome celebration over at Long and Short Reviews! They’ve been reviewing and celebrating romance for 14 years. FOURTEEN, people! And they are doing it up in style–by highlighting some of their favorite authors and their books and giving away dozens of prizes! How can you participate? Just click on the yummy cake picture, the banner at the bottom of this post, or my book’s title. Go get in on the fun! ❤ Second, today is Lawyer Guy’s birthday! Happy Birthday to my favorite “romantic male lead!” Now…to today’s treat. Y’all know I’m all about the lemon and the creamy so check this out:
Total Time: 2 Hr. 5 Min. (incl. cooling)
Prep Time: 15 Min.
Cook Time: 1 Hr, 50 Min,
16 servings
We’d follow a cheesecake tunnel anywhere! This one especially—because it leads through a super-moist lemon cake topped with lemony drizzle.
What You Need
1-1/4 pkg. (8 oz. each) PHILADELPHIA Cream Cheese (10 oz.), softened, divided
2 Tbsp. granulated sugar
1 egg
1 pkg. (2-layer size) yellow cake mix
1 pkg. (3.4 oz.) JELL-O Lemon Flavor Instant Pudding
zest and 2 Tbsp. juice from 2 lemons, divided
1 cup powdered sugar
Let’s Make It
1 – Heat oven to 350ºF.
2 – Grease and flour 12-cup fluted tube pan or 10-inch tube pan. Beat 8 oz. cream cheese and granulated sugar in medium bowl with mixer until blended. Add egg; mix on low speed just until blended.
3 – Prepare cake batter as directed on package. Blend in dry pudding mix and lemon zest; pour half into prepared pan. Spoon cream cheese mixture into ring around center of cake batter in pan; cover with remaining cake batter.
4 – Bake 45 to 50 min. or until toothpick inserted near center of cake comes out clean. Cool cake in pan 10 min. Loosen cake from sides of pan with knife. Invert cake onto wire rack; gently remove pan. Cool cake completely.
5 – Beat powdered sugar, lemon juice and remaining cream cheese with mixer until blended; drizzle over cake. Let stand until firm.
Kitchen Tips
Tip 1 – Substitute: Prepare using JELL-O Vanilla Flavor Instant Pudding.
Tip 2 – How to Store: Store frosted cake in refrigerator.
CLICK HERE for all the nutritional details over at My Food and Family! Regulars here know that I always link a recipe to one of my characters. Most of them can actually cook. Sade Marquis, our favorite MAGIC Unit FBI agent? Yeah, not so much. But she does enjoy eating. And since she spends time in Washington, DC, Paris, and Edinburgh, I looked for a recipe I like that she could probably find in all three of the those locales as she travels through them in GHOSTS & THE ANCIENT STONES. Be sure to check out the book AND the contest at LONG AND SHORT REVIEWS. If you’ve read my books, you might find a book over there that you want to read. 😉 Who’s ready to party? 🙋🏼♀️
Yup. It’s Monday. And I had to start the day with no coffee. I’m currently surviving on the sustenance a couple of cans of Diet Coke provide. Why you ask? Jake and I are back at VA while Lawyer Guy has another procedure. Fun times. Not. Anyway, as you can probably guess, I actually wrote the blog last night and set it up to post at the usual time this morning.
Last week happened. There was a weekend. We had company. That is is all.
Okay, not quite. We had Stormy for a couple of days and then his school started. We picked him up after school on Friday and he stayed with us until Sunday afternoon while his parents had a child-free weekend. Those are important and Stormy is normally pretty good. I remember now, though, why I’m not a big fan of cartoons. I can only do so much time watching Shawn the Sheep or Rocky and Bullwinkle or…or…take your pick of cartoons. He loves them all. He also loves balogna and cheese sandwiches. Whatever.
Wow, the Oklahoma Green Country Little League Softball team took Nationals! What an amazing group of girls. They went undefeated through the whole tournament. That includes regionals! The team is 85% Native American representing 4 tribes. They came together for only 2 practives before hitting the regionals in Texas, which they swept. Then they swept their pool and the semis and finals. It was fun to watch. In Little League Baseball news, there’s an awesome kid from Texas–the only girl in this years LLWS/Baseball tournament. Ella Bruning made a splash playing catcher. Turns out, she pitches, too, and tossed a no-hitter. How about them apples!?!? Girls Rool! Boys…well, they’re pretty cool even if they might drool a little too. 😉
I’m still doing the marathon listen to Ilona Andrews” Kate Daniels series. Kate’s world is crazy so I’m totally relating right now. At least she gets to kick ass and take names. I’m currently living vicariously through her.
Writing. Yeah…about that. Okay, I did get some scenes written but I’m so far behind schedule on projects. I just can’t get in the “write” headspace. I’m a professional. I know what I should be doing. My brain? Yeah…nope. It wants nothing to do with any of the projects, even when I promise Iffy that she can wreck havoc. Ah well.
Not much else going on. It’s hot again. But this is to be expected in August in Oklahoma. I totally sympathize with those in the West who are suffering heat, drought, and fires. And the NE for the hurricane. Go home, Mother Nature, you’re drunk! Or, as a friend of mine pointed out, “The world is drunk too.”
On that note, I’m off. Oh! I’m taking part in Long and Short Reviews Anniversary party tomorrow. I’ll be posting the link in tomorrow’s blog but I thought I’d give you a heads up! Anybody do anything interesting over the weekend? Good book you’re reading? New recipe? Family fun time? Tell me something good.
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