Thursday Thoughts: Universal Advice

Today’s message from the Universe is short, to the point, and, IMO, rather sweet. During these trying times, it’s also rather apropos.

Guidance, attention, help, maybe. Love, always. Criticism, never.

What to give others, Silver.

Love always,
The Universe
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Isn’t it fun being you, Silver!

Some days it is fun being me. We can social distance physically, but let’s never let that keep us apart. Reach out to people–virtually–and let them know you care. Hey, y’all!?!? I CARE ABOUT YOU! Sending virtual hugs and 😘.

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Regularly Scheduled Words–Oops!

So…I thought I’d be all smart and “pre-load” some blogs for this week. Yeah…that never works well because that takes “braining” and we all know my brain looks like Swiss cheese. So… Today’s Wednesday’s Words: Put a Ring On It posted late Monday afternoon. Here, have a funny meme* to brighten your day instead.

FYI, if you missed it, CLICK HERE, zip over to the post, and read the snippet of new words from MOONSTRUCK: BETRAYAL.

*Why, yes, I am Southern. Why do you ask? 🤣

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Tuesday Treats: Chocolate Cake Waffles

I love waffles and have a family recipe handed down for several generations. I’ve also been known to indulge in chocolate. This recipe covers all the bases. A friend of mine stated that in times like this, no guilt for consuming the yummies! I totally agree. We need to take care of ourselves and each other and occasional indulgence is worth the calories! Besides, we all know chocolate is a stress reducer. Can I get a “Hell, yeah!” on that?

Prep/Total Time: 25 mins
8 servings

INGREDIENTS

1 pkg (15.25 oz each) Duncan Hines® Classic Dark Chocolate Fudge Cake Mix

1/2 cup water

3 eggs

1/3 cup vegetable oil

PAM® Original No-Stick Cooking Spray

1 cup chopped fresh strawberries

chocolate syrup and Reddi-wip®, for serving

DIRECTIONS
STEP ONE: Blend cake mix, water, oil and eggs in large mixing bowl on low speed until moistened (about 30 seconds). Beat on medium speed for 2 minutes.

STEP TWO: Spray grids of waffle iron with cooking spray and preheat according to manufacturer’s instructions.

STEP THREE: Pour batter into waffle iron according to manufacturer’s instructions. Cook for about one minute, until cooked through and crispy.

STEP FOUR: Remove waffle from iron and serve immediately or keep warm until ready to serve. Garnish with strawberries, chocolate syrup and Reddi-wip as desired.

OTHER SERVING SUGGESTIONS: I’m allergic to strawberries. Feel free to substitute other fruits like raspberries or blueberries. Add a dollop of peanut butter. Use Karo syrup (corn syrup) instead of chocolate syrup on top. Get creative! 😉

I found this recipe at READY, SET EAT. Click on over to get all the details. I’m not the only one intrigued by this dish. Leigh Daniels, the heroine in NIGHT FIRE, is an arson investigator–or was before she became Smoke Jenner’s mate. She notes that the guys in the firehouse loved this easy meal–whether for breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner, or midnight snack. Leigh goes on to say, “And when I fixed a bunch for the Nightrider old ladies, you’d think I’d won Miss Congeniality.” Fix yourself a batch, grab NIGHT FIRE, and treat yourself. Don’t have a copy of the book? Grab it by clicking on the cover or the title. It’s available from a whole slew of on-line book stores. Finally, today’s food debate is: Waffles or pancakes? Which would y’all choose?

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Wednesday Words: Put a Ring on It

Another week, more words. And guess what? These are new words (and unedited so ignore any gaffs)! Today’s theme is **RING**. So many avenues to explore with that word. Me? Well…keep reading and you’ll see which direction I took it. To set the scene, these events happen way back in the beginning–back before Hannah met Mac. But this isn’t about them. It’s about Duke Reagan and Dalton/Surfer-boy. It’s about what happened to the SEALs in the Nevada desert. Sort of.
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Treading water in the massive tank, Duke watched Dalton. Only a red exit light illuminated the room, but the other man’s face appeared pale. “No pressure. No underwater shit.” He raised his hand, stretching his arm to full length above his head. “Air.” He dropped his hand and his palm slapped against the surface, spraying water. Dalton jerked his head away. Yeah, the guy was totally freaked. Motherfuckers.

Duke pushed his head back and brought his hips up so that he was floating on his back. Now that the salinity levels were correct, this was as easy as basking in a tidal pool. After very long minutes, Dalton followed suit. Duke knew the rest of the men well. Hell, they’d started BUD/s training together—only to have it interrupted when they volunteered for this god-forsaken bullshit. He didn’t need to add air quotes. His team received orders to report to the desert of Nevada and here they were. He knew their strengths and their weaknesses, because he made it his mission to know. They didn’t have an officer, had no one to take their backs. So being him, he stepped up.

Dalton had come after. After one of the original test subjects allegedly washed out. Duke knew better. He was combat hardened, the reason he signed on for SEAL training. He knew what burning flesh smelled like and the incinerator had worked overtime two days after Gardner supposedly washed out. A week later, Dalton was dumped on them. And he had to go through all the medical bullshit alone.

Their silence drew straws to see which of them would break first. Duke wasn’t surprised when Dalton’s voice whispered across the water. The kid’s question? That shocked the shit out of him. “Did you ever want to ring the bell?”

While he knew the kid would break first, that was not the question Duke expected. During BUD/s training, and especially during Hell Week–which occured four weeks into the course, any trainee could quit. All he had to do was go ring the bell. Literally. There was a bell with a rope attached to the clapper. Only honesty would get this kid through their current predicament.

“Yeah. I thought about it.”

More silence stretched before Dalton spoke again. “There’s no bell here.”

“No, kid. There’s not.”

“Only life or death.”

“And a lot of hell in between,” Duke agreed.
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I have to admit, it’s kind of fun to revisit the SEALs and Hannah, Mac, and the whole crew and follow along their time lines. And I love being able to add cut scenes and brand-new scenes to the books, tying them even closer together. So, writers, any ring words? Readers, what sort of ring do you like to read about? And yes, it’s a trick question because there are wedding rings, bell rings, fight rings, ring-around-the-rosies, one ring to rule them all… 😉

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Monday: Day 7 of My Typical Life

I’m a writer. I’m a hermit by nature. I don’t like people. You have to adult around people. And brain. I don’t do either of those well. Since I live pretty self-contained anyway, this isn’t a big hardship on me. Except Lawyer Guy is home. All day. It takes some getting used to.

Moving on. While I’m not making light of the world situation, y’all have to remember–I’m former military, law enforcement, and fire service. My sense of humor treads on the dark side. Like M*A*S*H. Goodness, the theme song for that show was “Suicide is Painless.” Dark humor, remember? Luckily, I passed it along to my child. Only is the one who shared today’s meme with me. I laughed. Because I write thrillers and paranormal and if you’ve read SEASON OF THE WITCH, there’s a murder of crows in that book. So…

Moving on again. TV. Should I admit to binge watching on “Paranormal Caught on Camera,” “The Unexplained Files,” and whatever the new one on the Travel Channel that’s hosted by Robert Englund of Nightmare on Elm Street/Freddy Krueger fame is? I refer you to the paragraph just above. Also, LIVE PD is in reruns, America’s Top Dog finished last Wednessday–congrats Kai, but I was rooting for Mattis because he was the old man of the group. Mattis did come in 2nd, so that’s a win in this old lady’s book. America’s Most Wanted was new with the 3 hosts contributing via computer from their various homes. Smart. The Masked Singer provided excellent entertainment but the reveal didn’t mean that much to me. Bella Thorne was the Swan and I admit, I don’t know much about her.

I did a little writing. Very little. My mind doesn’t want to settle on one thing. I thought about doing something for my readers–like a brand-new serial story that would come out once a week or something in my newsletter. Then I remembered I haven’t done a newsletter in like a year and don’t have that many subscribers. And I’d have to write the darn thing. And edit. And I do have projects I should be working on and…coffee. I need coffee. And the dogs want out. Or in. And the birds are singing and…it would require braining and adulting. I refer you to the first paragraph.

My wow moment of the week: Stormageddon turned 6 yesterday. SIX!!! How is that even possible? Sadly, his parents had to cancel his party with promises of a big one once the ban on gatherings is raised. He picked out his “birthday cake” for the drop-by/drop-off presents that is happening at his house today (which is when I wrote this). He wanted a “cookie cake”–one of the big chocolate chip cookies the size of a pizza. And he picked out St. Paddy’s day colors and decorations. I love that little dickens.

Now is a good time for comfort reads. What’s your go-to chicken soup book? As y’all know, mine is NAKED IN DEATH, the 1st book in the Eve Dallas/In Death series by JD Robb. I’ve embarked on a relisten of all 50+ books and novellas because…comfort read. Yes, she’s a futuristic homicide detective. Yes, there’s death and destruction. Yes, I’m weird because this is chicken soup for me. And for the final time, I refer you once again to the beginning of this dissertation.

That’s about all that’s going on in my world. What’s going on in yours? Here’s hoping this finds you healthy, safe, and at least partially sane. I’m good as long as I have coffee! 😉

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Friday Sinema: Log Lines

Yesterday was the Spring Equinox so I thought we’d celebrate nature today. A man in Pennsylvania set up a trail cam and filmed for a year. He edited all his footage down to a series of 5-minute videos. This is one of them. Take a time-out, grab the beverage of your choice, sit back and enjoy a peek at nature. There are critters! And that bear! ❤

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Thursday Thoughts: Universal Billboards

These are scary times. I’m not particularly worried. By the time I need more toilet paper, hopefully, the panic will be toned down. At this point, I don’t have to get out except…Starbucks. And fresh air. And cabin fever. I also worry for the owners/workers of the small restaurants we frequent. We’ll start doing takeout to help them but I am NOT a fan of Chinese takeout. I ❤ Chinese food, but it just doesn't taste the same if I take it home. Anyway. I'll do it for our friends. I will need dog and cat food in a few days. This said, while so many people fret and worry and fear this pandemic, we all have other fears that are just as pressing, looming, frightful. When this message from the Universe hit yesterday, I had to share it today.

Silver, have you noticed it, too? How fears are a lot like highway billboards?

The faster you’re moving, the quicker they approach, the larger they get, and the more they block your view of what’s real and alive. To the point that they tower above you, larger than life itself, giving you pause and more reason than ever to turn around and retreat to safety.

Yet if you muster the courage to stay the course, in just a blink they’re behind you, put into proper perspective. And then as quickly as they appeared, they completely vanish.

If you want to stay the course, then please, just stay the course.

Tallyho, ho, ho –
The Universe
© http://www.tut.com ®

Silver, that’s why we did away with billboards here a long time ago. Besides, no one uses our highways.

Makes sense, doesn’t it? And a great analogy but…we ARE dealing with the Universe so… I’m breathing easier these days, no pun intended. Stress tightens my chest and it hurts to breathe. Things are looking up and a few of my billboards are in the rearview mirror. I’m looking forward, slowing down a bit to see the scenery and realize that life is pretty darn good. The depression is still with me but I CAN look on the bright side so I have hopes that this, too, shall pass, and it’ll be just a big ol’ honkin’ billboard–like that talking on in that Steve Martin movie–that waves goodbye as I drive by. How are y’all doing during these weird and wacky times?

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Wednesday Words: Rock It

Another Hump Day, another writing nudge. I may no longer be associated with #1lineWed over on Twitter, but I still look to the “game” for inspiration. This week’s word is *ROCK.* I wish I could explain this snippet. I can’t. You’ll find out why at the bottom.
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“Here, let me help you begin.” The man placed the pen between my lifeless fingers and squeezed because there was no way in hell I could hold the damn thing. His smile would have sent shivers through me if I’d had control of my body.

A voice inside my head screamed at me. “NO!”

Well, d’uh. I knew I didn’t want to sign that document.

“Fight, baby.”

Stupid voice. I wasn’t a baby either. My eyes burned and I needed to blink but that wasn’t gonna happen.

“Just sign your name.” The man sounded impatient.

Yeah, easy for him to say. I had no clue what my name was, therefore there was no way in bloody hell I could sign anything. So there. If my mouth worked, I would have stuck my tongue out at the SOB.

“I suppose we’ll need a little practice first.”

I suppose? Who freaking talked like that? He guided my hand over a blank piece of paper. G-L-O-R-I-A. I suddenly wanted to rock out. Gloria, Gloria, think they got your number, Gloria. Are the voices in your head calling, Gloria? I sang in my head in my best rock-chick voice. Too bad I couldn’t do it out loud. If I hadn’t been paralyzed, I’d be head-banging all over the place.

“Glory!” Stupid voice yelling in my head.

“What!” I yelled back.

“Stop dickin’ around.”

“Easy for you to say.”

“Gotta rescue yourself, babe.” Like d’uh again, dude.

“Yeah, right. Can’t move, remember? Suggestions?”

Silence. I waited. No pearls of wisdom from the peanut gallery. I was on my own. Just like always.
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Sometimes, I get random ideas and write random snippets. Sometimes, they fit into the puzzle of a WIP and the words are integrated. Sometimes, they remain just random bits. Glory might develop into a character though this particular scene might not make it due to copyright stuffs. Song lyrics are touchy. But this isn’t for financial gain so I think I’m okay. Is your name part of the lyrics of a song? And do you have any rock-ing words to share?

A nod to Laura Branigan, the artist who sang “Gloria” and to Jonathan King, Giancarlo Bigazzi & Umberto Tozzi, who wrote the song.

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Tuesday Treats: Irish Cocktail Cupcakes

And top o’ the mornin’ to ya. Happy St. Patrick’s Day! The pubs are closed, the parades are canceled, but we can still wear a bit o’green, pretend we’re Irish even if we aren’t, and enjoy these yummy cupcakes.

Total Time: Approximately 1 hr.
Prep Time: 15 mins.
Cook Time: 25-30 mins.
Finish Time: 15-20
Makes 18 cupcakes

Ingredients
Cupcakes
1 cup Irish stout beer (such as Guinness®)
9 tablespoons unsalted butter, cut into 1-inch pieces
2 cups dark brown sugar
3/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
3/4 cup sour cream
2 eggs
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
2 cups all-purpose flour
2 1/2 teaspoons baking soda

Frosting:
1 stick unsalted butter, at room temperature
2 tablespoons Irish cream liqueur (such as Baileys®), or more to taste
2 teaspoons Irish whiskey (such as Jameson®), or to taste
3 cups confectioners’ sugar

Directions
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).

Line a muffin tin with paper liners.

Combine stout beer and butter in a large saucepan over low heat. Heat until butter melts, about 5 minutes. Remove from heat and whisk in brown sugar and cocoa

Whisk sour cream, eggs, and vanilla extract in a bowl; pour into the saucepan and mix until a smooth batter forms.

Stir flour and baking soda together. Fold into the batter. Divide batter evenly among the prepared muffin cups.

Bake in the preheated oven until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean, about 25 minutes. Leave in the tin for 10 minutes, then transfer to a wire rack to cool completely.

Make frosting while the cupcakes cool. Place butter in a large mixing bowl and beat with an electric mixer on medium-high speed for 2 to 3 minutes. Mix in Irish cream and whiskey on low speed. Gradually spoon in confectioners’ sugar, mixing on low speed until frosting is smooth and creamy.

Spread frosting over cupcakes. You can use a pastry bag with a fancy tip to get the ruffled version, or just spread the icing on top.

*Paddy’s Day Tip: Add a few drops of green food coloring or gel to the frosting before mixing.
*Silver’s Tip: Enjoy with a cup of Bailey’s Irish Cream coffee.

CLICK HERE if you want to see the original recipe over at All Recipes. These are definitely adult cupcakes though technically, the alcohol cooks out leaving only the flavor behind. Some kids might not like them but us big kids? Oh, yeah! Just ask Lochlan O’Toole, former Irish Ranger, Wolf shifter, and Hard Target team member. While Loch doesn’t have his own book–yet–he popped in to wish me a Happy St. Paddy’s Day and mentioned if I wanted to bake him these cupcakes, he’d love me forever. If y’all haven’t read about the Hard Target team, you’ll first meet some of them in the upcoming MOONSTRUCK: BETRAYAL, and their story continues in MOON SHOT and DOUBLE CROSS, and you get the best of two worlds in DOUBLE TROUBLE (a Hard Target story set in Roxanne St. Clair’s Barefoot Bay world). Loch said he asked Mother Goose to make him cupcakes and she threatend him with the business end of a shotgun. 😉 Want to read about this team of super-secret Special Operators? Just click on the book cover or any of the titles!

What about y’all? Are you a little bit Irish today? Sláinte!

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Greening Up Monday

It’s Spring. Sort of. We had rain and temps in the 30s-40s but my daffodils are blooming and the first day of Spring arrives the end of this week. So, there was a week and a weekend. There was also cedar pollen, golden oak pollen, and other such stuffs. So I have a runny nose, post-nasal drip, and a slight cough. You’d think I had the plague! I do not have a fever nor do I have shortness of breath. I just have my typical spring allergies. Fun times. So was going to Wallyworld. People are just…looney tunes over this beer flu stuff. Before you jump, let me explain. I’m older than dirt. I remember polio. I remember measles, mumps, whooping cough, and a whole host of childhood diseases that have been tamed by vaccines. I remember Legionnaire’s Disease, bird flu, swine flu, SARS, and a host of others. There’s always something out there waiting. More people have been sickened, survived, and been killed by this years version of the flu than they have by Corvid-19. WTF are people clearing the shelves of toilet paper and paper towels? This isn’t a huge national disaster where roads are impassible and transportation/manufacturing are at a standstil. It’s a sickness, the majority of those who have contracted it have survived. The media is in a feeding frenzy and people are buying into. For crissakes, the CHEESE SHEVLES were empty. CHEESE!!!!!!!!!!!! What the ever-loving fuck?

Okay. Climbing down off my soapbox with this last thought: I’m part of the at-risk demographics. I’m giving people more space and I’m washing my hands before I touch my face. If I were to have actual symptoms or had been in contact with someone who’d actually been exposed, I would self-quarantine. Easy peasy, people!

Moving on to wow moments of the week… I heard a woodpecker last week when we hit 80. I never saw it, but I so enjoy that rata-tat-tat sound. Also, my oldest bestest friend showed up on my doorstep yesterday as a surprise. We live a distance away and she got a wild hair. We sat, drank coffee, and talked. And talked. And talked. And we hugged. Screw social distancing. Anyway, there’s a reason she’s my oldest, bestest friend.

In other news, I’m pissed that sports are canceled. Yes, I understand why but I’m still pissed. I love the Spring for baseball and softball. Thank goodness for LIVE PD and the few other shows I watch. And books. Lots and lots of audio books. I think I’ve embarked on a totaly re-listen to the Eve Dallas/In Death books. There are 51 of them plus novellas. That’ll keep me for awhile. 😉

Speaking of TV, OMGWTFBBQ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Bear! The Mama Bear! On “The Masked Singer.” Blown. Away! Watch her performance…

Then watch the panel’s guesses (hysterical!), the unmasking and her farewell rap with Nick Cannon. Y’all, this woman is now my hero! And if you don’t already know who it is, prepare for a shock and maybe a change of mind…

I’m going to leave it on that note because it makes me smile and laugh and we need a hellava lot more of this in our lives right now. I’ll be getting some work done this week. I hope. I’ll be missing my baseball but I’ll be catching up on listening, writing, and LIVE PD. Oh, and the next episode of “The Masked Singer.” Y’all have a good week. And our question for the day? How much toilet paper do you have stashed at your house? I happen to have a 10-pack and an 8-pack (acquired TWO WEEKS AGO!) because I bought one and LG bought the other a day later without looking to see if I’d already replenished our supply. 🙄 I wish he’d bought cheese instead! 🤣 Stay well out there!

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