This can’t be true of only Southern neighbors, though it is certainly true of them. Also, I LIKE Cherry Vanilla. Just sayin’… Have a great weekend, all. It’s First Saturday for us so sirens and family lunch. Plus college football. Anybody else got plans?
Every writer has their own process. We’re usually divded into one of two groups–Pantser or Plotters. There are variations within those groups. Someone who knows where the story begins, what happens along the way in a 1-2-3-4-5 way and how the story ends and uses like seven sticky notes as a storyboard? That’s a Plotter. Then there’s the writer who outlines everything–every scene, every chrachter’s backstory and chracter arc, every bit of scenery. They are also plotters. We moved to the Pantser. Some get a vague notion for a story, sit down and words start flowing. Stuff happens. Characters come and go. Places pop up as needed. The Universe has this to say:
Silver, you don’t have to, nor can you, figure out all the “hows”!
Besides, you opted for the “Surprise me often!” life package.
Brace yourself,
The Universe
©www.tut.comP.S. Create space for the unexpected, Silver, through non-attachment to everything that may show up within each journey, even as you attach to your wisely chosen end results.
Not all Pantser are as free-wheeling as what I described above. Some get inspired, learn something about their characters–enough to name them and to know where they came from and where they’re going. They know how they want the story to end. They might even know a few important stops along the way but for the most part, the words come and go with mostly ease.
Then there’s me. I started life as a Pantser. Then I tried the Plotter way. I finally discovered that I’m a Puzzler. I’ve explained this several times but to a quick overview: My WIP is a jigsaw puzzle I’m putting together. I start with the straight pieces as the frame, then fit pieces together into bigger pices which then fit in the right spots on the framwork. Yes, it’s weird but it works for me.
What does today’s message mean for writers? It means that no matter what your process is, surprise is a good thing and you should embrace the light bulb moments, the sudden sprays of confetti, and even the unexpected tear when they come. It’s the surprises our characters and our plots throw at us that give our stories depth and emotion. And that always translates into a better reading experience. Right? Trust me, if we surprise ourselves, we will certainly surprise our readers and that delights them. Right, readers?
Here it is Wednesday again. See? I didn’t even get confused because Monday was a holiday and there was no mail. Being Wednesday, y’all are probably expecting new words from me. I have some! Are you proud of me? I’m proud of me because I WON last week’s Thursday Threads challenge. Here’s what the judge had to say:
This is a lot to fit into such a short amount of space, but it has me wondering what comes next – how so many different characters and types of characters can fit into this narrative. The cross genre of cops and dragons, and… werewolves? has me intrigued to read more.
He obviously is unfamiliar with Sade’s world. LOL Anyway, the prompt was: *”They don’t like it.”* It’s pretty generic but sometimes, those prompts are the most fun. At least I had fun writing the following. I hope you have fun reading it.
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Sade shook a finger at the dragon. “Don’t even, Nikos!” He opened his mouth and she jabbed his stomach, not that her finger would dent his scales. “I mean it. Fire is not always the answer.”
“It is in my world.”
She threw up her hands. “Are you seriously serious right now?” The massive beast slow blinked and if that wasn’t a smirk on his face, she wasn’t an FBI agent. “Don’t make me shoot you.”
Scales above his eye rose in the equivalent of an arrogant eyebrow. “Your pistol will do little damage.”
She stomped on what would be his big toe had he been in human form. He yowled. “I shoot you in the foot, you gonna dance me a jig?”
Curls of smoke unfurled from the dragon’s nostrils.
“Think he can blow smoke rings?” Caleb spoke sotto voce but the dragon heard and glowered.
“Don’t be such a werewolf, Caleb.” Everyone turned to look at Ariel. He shrugged.
Sade hoped to regain control of the situation, though the looming presence of the dragon rather precluded that. “Did you talk with Oberon and Titania?”
“I did.”
“And you laid out our plan?”
“I did.”
Making a well-spit-it-out face, she pushed. “And?”
“They don’t like it.” Ariel held up a hand staying her protest. “It’s a delicate situation. They don’t want Mab to find a foothold here but stopping her could mean war between the Fae.”
“I could always roast and eat her,” Nikos volunteered. “I love the smell of burnt Fae queen in the morning.”
The thought, though tempting, was too simple.
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This scene is later in the book, obviously, and there’s a lot that will happen between then and where I am at the moment but I get all giddy when I have a fun scene just waiting for me to catch up to it. And I will. I’m making better progress. In the meantime, writers, your inspiration awaits you should you wish to accept the challenge. Readers, name something you don’t like. 😉
I like blueberries. A lot. It’s been a while since I’ve featured a blueberry recipe. I’m all about the blueberries. Blueberry muffins. Blueberry scones. Blueberry pancakes. Blueberry smoothies. Blueberry cheesecake. Heck, anything that has blueberries on it or in it. So, yeah, when I come across a recipe with blueberries, I tend to bookmark it to make at some point because…BLUEBERRIES! Sometimes, I find a recipe that is both yummy scrumptious and peasy easy. 
Prep time: 20 Minutes
Cook time: 30 Minutes
Total time: 50 min
Servings: 18 squares (or less, depending on how big you cut them )
Ingredients
1/2 lb butter softened
2 cups sugar
4 eggs
1 Tsp vanilla extract
3 cups all-purpose flour
1 can blueberry pie filling, approximately 2 cups or 2 cups fresh or frozen blueberries, thawed
Let’s Make It
1 – Heat oven to 350 degrees
2 – Cream softened butter and sugar until…well…creamy (go ahead and laugh. You know what I mean…)
3 – Beat in eggs, one at a time
4 – Mix in vanilla extract
5 – Add the flour one cup at a time and beat until mixed, scraping the sides of the bowl.
6 – Grease a 9 1/2″ by 13″cookie sheet or baking pan with butter or Crisco. (Also see tips!)
7 – Spread 3/4 batter on sheet. Leave about 1″ around the edges for the batter to spread.
8 – Spread the blueberries on top
9 – Drop tablespoon fulls of the remaining batter randomly all over the top
10 – Bake for 30 minutes until the middle springs back. The edges will be a little brown. Let cool for about five minutes before cutting into squares.
Tips:
1 – You can line the baking sheet with either nonstick foil or parchment paper for easy removal and clean up. (I am ALL over this!)
2 – If you want a little “spicy” sweetness, sprinkle cinnamon sugar over the top before baking.
3 – Best (to me) served warm but also tasty when cold.
4 – Feel free to add whipped cream or ice cream or just eat plain.
One of the joys of living in a small town that’s pretty much out in the country is the fact that there’s usually a farmer’s market or a farmer who will let you pick for yourself. Annie Simmons-Donaldson is used to county life and with a growing kids and a Wolf mate, she cooks and bakes a lot. She can whip these bars up in a hurry for school lunches, after-school snacks, and a hungry man hanging around the kitchen wanting dessert. Sean is like me. He’s very found of blueberries too. Their story is told in WOLF MOON but I’m featuring their appearances in MOONSTRUCK: RETRIBUION today for a couple of reasons. One, Annie taught the other mates (except Hannah–though Hannah did attempt it (the edges came out a little…too crispy, shall we say?) and this has become a staple, especially during berry season. Anyway, since they all live in Blaidd’s Gap, West Virginia now and there are blueberries a plenty, I thought it would be fun to revisit everyone. Two, this book mostly finishes off the original Moonstruck series, not to mention it’s my most recent release. Don’t despair, though. There might be an anthology of short stories eventually. Iffy and I are in negotiations. Grab WOLF MOON by clicking on the title link or for MOONSTRUCK: RETRIBUTION, you can click on any of the cover pics or the title. What about y’all–what’s your favorite berry additive?
Actually, it’s not over! At least not here in the USA. Happy Labor Day, folks. Unless you are in food service, retail, or public service, you probably have the day off. We have no real plans. For me, it’s just another Monday. Which means I’m sitting here on my computer doing what I normally do on a Monday–sipping coffee and silently cursing my characters for not falling into line and doing what they’re told. The happy news is that our less-hot weather is still in place. Yippee. Labor Day weekend tends to be one of the hottest of the summer in these parts. The weather gurus are saying 70s and 80s for highs all this week. Yippee.
In wildlife news, I’m thinking permanent cool might be early this year. The birds, squirrels and hummingbirds are votracious in their eating habits. There’s constant traffic at the hummingbird feeder and I could fill the bird feeders twice a day and they’d still be emptied by sundown. Same fore the squirrel feeders. This keeps up, I’m gonna go broke. Permanent cool works for me. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not a fan of cold weather but cool? I’m all over that!
In writing news, I’ve added new words. Wednesday’s Words were fun to write but I’ve also managed to rather mundane words that I hope aren’t too boring to move the story along without doing one of those irritating (in my mind) jump cuts. I really need to get myself in hand and get this damn book written. Sadly, since my health issues, trying to get back on track has been a total PITA.
Speaking of PITAs, Toby has a new nickname. He is now PITA Pup. That said, he made his public debut Saturday evening. The family gathered to celebrate LG’s belated birthday and Uncle FixIt’s upcoming birthday. Since PITA Pup can’t be trusted at home alone, he is now officially in Service Dog Training. He has a vest and everything. And yes, I am seriously training him. Jake is 10 now. He’s slowing down. When we rescued Toby, it was with the idea that he’d be trained too, as back up and then eventually, step into Jake’s harness when he retires. Anyway, Toby is starting to understand heel and work on a leash but “sit”, “down,” and “stay” are beyond him. 🤣 With seven people, one in a wheelchair, and now two LARGE service dogs, it’s an adventure to eat out as a family. We went to Loui’s on the Lake and sat on the patio. They allow non-service dogs out there because it literally has a gate that opens onto one of the walking trails around the lake. Jake went down and stayed as usual. Toby was up, sit, down, up, sit, down constantly and he only barked at passing dogs a couple of times. Progress. He’s still chewing inappropriate items but I did wake up Sunday morning to nothing untoward. That’s progress. I’m hoping he has a strong constitution and things “pass” easily.
Pete and Toby have entered the Cold War phase of their relationship. In the meantime, Loki is playing Spy vs. Spy. He’s the black hat obviously, since he’s a black cat and Toby has white fur. It can be amusing to watch.
In reading news, I’ve mostly finished off the Elder Races series. I’m currently working on the Fogg Lake trilogy by Jayne Ann Krentz. The books are set in her Arcane Society world. Two of the audio books are “on loan” through my Audible membership, but they are due back by September 9th. The middle book is available from the library. I own a LOT of her books but I’d go broke buying all of them LOL JD Robb’s newest drops tomorrow. It’s on the list for later.
On that note, I need more coffee. The next chapter waits for no writer. Or something like that. Anyway, off to work I go. Enjoy your holiday and have a great week!
I…Uhm…I can’t even… I started laughing at the intro and I’m glad the captions were on because I was laughing. Out loud. Enjoy this very Southern Thing! Have a great weekend, all!
I saw a…post(?)…tweet(?)…whatever they’re called now on X the other day. It was in one of the writing communities and the author posted this question: Have you ever written a story based on a dream you had? *this is me doing a side eye* Um…kay. *more side eye* I don’t know about y’all but almost all of my stories are based on dreams–whether sleeping or simply staring out the window and daydreaming. I had several messages from the Universe tucked back for use today and then the following popped up in my inbox yesterday.
Let’s get back to basics, Silver…
You live in a dreamworld where all things are possible.
Your mere existence is the undeniable proof.
Hallelujah, The Universe ©www.tut.com
P.S. And you once wondered if your dreams were realistic. Oh, Silver, you crack us up.
Well all righty then. Doesn’t that just explain everything? It certaining does when it comes to writing–as far as I’m concerned. But it also works in real life. Have I mentioned I had to take some philosophy classes in college?
“Dubito ergo cogito, cogito, ergo sum.” That’s the original Latin. It translates, basically, to “I doubt therefore I think. I think therefore I am.” Know who said it? Raise your hand. 🙋🏼♀️ That would be the ubiquitous Rene Descartes.
I would respond with “Ego somnio ergo scribo. ” I dream therefore I write. Seems pretty simple to me. Put those thoughts and dreams into words m’friends. There are readers out there dreaming of reading a good book.
How can it be Wednesday? I mean…wassn’t it Wednesday just…like…two days ago? *flail* In other news, Toby is keeping me on my toes. I’m getting my steps in getting up to find him when it gets too quiet. Yes, at some point, he will like be written into a book. Until then, I must rely on an abundance of patience and caffeine. I have not yet succombed to alcohol yet, but trust me. It remains an option. In the meantime, words! I have some. Last week’s Thursday Threads prompt was: *”I don’t want to talk abou that.”* While it might not directly follow last week’s words, this week’s snippet is part of the same scene. Yay. And here…
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Aisling opened her mouth to chastise him but snapped it shut. In retrospect, she couldn’t fault him for toeing that damnable book. She swiped her hands against her skirt, an involuntary movement to rid her of the feel of those cold flames dancing across her skin. How could flames be cold? And slimy. She shuddered but hid the action by turning and crouching to gather some scattered papers into a loose pile.
Looking around, Ariel found a broom and a metal dustpan. He used them to scoop up the recalcitrant book. He carried it over to a metal file box and dumped the book inside. With a quick flick, he closed and secured the lid. He surveyed the room. Aisling remained on the floor picking up papers and books reaching up to place them on a nearby work table. There was so much magic in this place it made him dizzy.
Since Aisling’s attention remained focused elsewhere, he watched her. All the feelings he’d suppressed rose. Distracted by her, he picked up a book and recognized it immediately. It had been stolen from Oberon’s library almost a century before. Doubt crept in, dampening his ardor.
“Aisling, how did you come to work here?”
“I don’t want to talk about that.”
“Fine,” Ariel said, losing his inner battle. “I didn’t want to talk anyway.”
Before Aisling could move, he’d drawn her into his arms and kissed her. Hard. Which quite effectively silenced her next words. And she didn’t mind at all.
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That’s probably their first kiss. Not sure. And it needs a LOT of expansion but hey, flash fiction is flash fiction and the one I play is limited to 250 words. Things are progressing, whether they understand the reasons or not. Writers, do your thing, should you so desire. Readers, what do you think? Should this be their first kiss?
It rained. All day yesterday. I needed birdseed, dog food, and gas. Especially those last two items. But it rained. All day. Taking Jake in the rain is always fun. Not. Taking him and leaving him in the car (it was a whole 64 degrees so totally not hot!) makes for an unhappy Jake. Sending LG out after he was up the majority of the night on dog duty? Yeah, I didn’t have the heart to do that either. But I was literally out of dog kibble and low on cat kibble–not that I would feed the boys cat food. 😏
Yeah. About that dog duty. Jake and Toby encountered a skunk at 3 a.m. yesterday morning. LG didn’t know who was more surprised–the boys or the skunk. Anyway, they got sprayed. Luckily, we had deskunker spray. He got them cleaned up and smelling mostly fine. Yeah…good times.
Speaking of dogs, Toby is still chewing. Every time LG leaves the house, he comes back with more storage boxes of various shapes and sizes. The top of my dressing table is empty, for the first time in like…40+ years. All the stuff is shut up in boxes now stacked in the closet. Same for our shoes. Oh, and LG bought Toby his own pillow because he kept chewing the throw pillows (now also in plastic). Does he play with it? Of course not. 🤦🏼♀️
I’m loving the cooler weather. I might get out and do some yardwork. That will upset the dogs because they can’t go into the front yard with me without being on leash and I can’t trim bushes while holding leashes. It’s a catch 22. I’ll wait until LG is awake. Toby’s bark will wake the dead.
I do have to get out today. Birdseed. And sunflower seed for the squirrels. And I still need gas.
I will write today. Dammit.
What happens if a mom tells a dad joke? Are there mom jokes? Asking for a friend.
Okay. I’ve finished my first cup. Time for a second. This is gonna be a multiple cup day. In the meantime, how’s your weather?
August is almost over. Next Monday is Labor Day. Where did the summer go?
I admit, I gritched about the weather a lot. It was hot. But not hot. Which is weird, I know. We only hit triple digits one day this summer. We teased 100 often, but only hit it once. It truly is the humiditiy because 98 with humidity over 50% makes for a “feels like” heat index in triple digits. We did that a lot this summer. We had rain. I will never complain about rain. What’s crazy is a Canadian front came through last night and we’re looking at a high today of 70, maybe. And rain. Yippee!!!
My marathon relisten of Thea Harrison’s Elder Races is drawing to an end. I have a couple of novellas and one, maybe two novels left. Once I’m done, not sure what I’ll plug in to listen to.
Writing. Well. Yeah. About that. I managed some words betwixt and between cursing the computer set up. Say hello to Beetlejuice. He is mostly working. There are stupid things that I haven’t found the solution to. I have hopes that things smooth out and BJ settles down and plays nice. At this point, besides the bespelled books in the Special Collections of Aisling’s library, I may give her a haunted computer.
Critters. I could spend pages discussing that topic. Toby is beginning to settle in. The stress levels among cats and dogs is starting to ease. Pete and Toby often come nose-to-nose. Toby backs down. Good dog. Loki–who is mostly a hermit cat except for Jake and occasionally LG–is starting to come out at various times. He and Toby stare at each other and Saturday night, they actually got within about a foot of each other. I was there, hand on Toby’s collar, just in case. Hopefully, they continue to make friends and learn to play together. Loki wants to play. Toby wants to play. Jake and Pete do not. Seems like a good match to me. Jake is the older brother, complete with lots of eyerolls and snorts.
I have one other thing to say. Ragweed. That is all, and explains a lot.
Here’s hope for a productive week. We’re looking at cooler temps and rain at least until later in the week. LG’s birthday was yesterday but with everyone’s crazy schedules, we tend to hold the family celebration around Labor Day because that comes between LG’s and Uncle Fix-It’s birthdays and we celebrate them together. No firm plans yet. With the weather, I’m hoping that puts me into a writing mood. We’ll see. Anyone have plans for the week?
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