Instead of Throwback Thursday, it’s Retroactive Eightites Sinema! Because it’s Friday and for reasons, I watched this video of Gloria Estavan and the Miami Sound Machine’s original MTV-style video from 1985. All I can say is: LOOKIT! All the big hair! And shoulder pads! Yes, I wore both. And I can hold my head high! Now go dance a conga line. 😉
I’m well aware of what happened on this day 23 years ago. I was there. Twenty-three years. Wow. That’s a lifetime for some people. For me, it’s 1/3 of my life ago. Yet it seems like yesterday. This is always a hard day. PTSD is a royal witch and add it to a dose of depression and yeah… So.
I got to thinking about my dad the other day. He taught me how to read–and to read whatever caught my fancy. I grew up on Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys, on Tom Swift and the Black Stallion books. Zane Grey, Louis L’Amour, Andre Norton, Isaac Asimov, Mary Stewart, and Ian Fleming. I was weirdly shy for an extrovert and back then we called it “being down” or “feeling blue.” Now we know it as depression and yes, kids get it too. Still, I managed to struggle through on my own, for the most part. I had my dad. He understood my crazy imagination and the lives I led in my head when no one else did. I still miss him every single day.
I found my way, just as the Universe intimates in today’s message. By hook or by crook. By sheer stubborness. By cringing under the covers living in the world of books until I could face my world.
Silver, haven’t you always found your way?
Hasn’t there always been a light in the darkness? Haven’t you always gotten back up? Haven’t there always been serendipitous surprises, unexpected twists, and triumphant comebacks? And haven’t you always had someone to love?
Coincidences? Or maybe, do you think, you, too, have always been loved?
Yours,
The Universe
© http://www.tut.com ®And Silver, what of all your dreams that have already come true?
This is why I write romance. This is why I want my characters–no matter how tortured their lives are, how many conflicts, how many bad things happen, and how the black moment leaves them so empty they don’t even have tears left. I want them to find love–to be loved and to give love and to live their Happily Ever After. Because that’s what sees us through, ya know? Love. And that’s how dreams come true. And how we find our way.
So…the HARD-working servers at the IRS blew a sprocket or something so the government gave all those who file late an extension until today. And since we are all about work hard, play hard around here, today’s #1lineWed theme is a fitting one: **WORK**. This snippet is from the current RDR#9 WIP, which is Cooper’s story. As a setup, there’s a gala fund raiser for the OU Meteorology Department, where our intrepid heroine, Britt Owens, is a storm chaser. She met our hero, Cooper Tate, down in south Texas after a hurricane and they…connected. 😉 So, now its a couple of months later and they’re about to bump into each other. *bwahahaha*
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Mrs. Tate’s lips twitched but her rather stern expression didn’t change. “So you chase tornadoes for a living. Must be thrilling.”
“It can be. Thrilling. Yes. Mostly just boring though.” Britt reeled off the statistical probabilities of a tornado forming in any given thunderstorm. Mrs. Tate nodded and looked moderately interested until Britt stopped babbling. “I mostly do it for research. I’m working on my Ph.D, you see.”
“Fascinating,” Mrs. Tate said as she looked Britt over from the top of her head to the freshly pedicured and red-painted toes peeking out from beneath her royal blue gown.
Britt swallowed hard, again, unsure just what it was the woman found fascinating—Britt’s work or her as a person. Most people thought storm chasing was glamorous and exciting so surely that’s what Mrs. Tate was referring to. Why did this woman terrify her far more than all the massive tornadoes she’d encountered?
Pushing to her feet, Britt locked her wobbly knees. “So nice to see you again, Mrs. Tate. I should be getting back to my party.”
“Of course, dear. I hope to see you again soon.”
What did Mrs. Tate mean by that? There was something funny in her tone when she said that. Britt pulled open the door and glanced back over her shoulder, trying to figure out what Mrs. Tate was implying. She continued walking, all the while leaning to watch through the slowly closing door. Britt turned around just in time to plow into a hard body. Her forehead bounced off the muscled chest as her nose was buried in a tux shirt. Her instinctive inhale filled her lungs with the aromas of cardamon, bergomot and… She sniffed again. Was that lavender? What an intriguing mix of scents.
Strong hands gripped her biceps to keep her upright and she remembered she’d just plowed into someone. Someone of the male persuasion. She raised her head, tilting it to look up. Straight into the amused face of the last man on earth she ever wanted to see.
“Cooper Tate!”
Coop turned his head to face the man who’d yelled his name and didn’t have time to duck the fist swinging at his face.
“You got my baby sister pregnant.”
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Writers, what’s working in your WIP? Readers, where do you think this story is going? 😉
I am a sucker for mint and chocolate ANYTHING! A chocolate mint cheesecake? Get out of my way! I am soooo there. I totally jumped on this recipe the minute I saw it.
Prep Time: 30 min.
Total Time: 6 hr. 30 min.
Servings: 16 servings
Combine stellar flavors in a Chocolate Mint Cookie Cheesecake. The cookie crust of our Chocolate Mint Cookie Cheesecake gives this recipe a great crunch.
What You Need
32 chocolate-covered mint cookies, divided
2 Tbsp. butter or margarine, melted
7 oz. Baker’s Semi-Sweet Chocolate, divided
4 pkg. (8 oz. each) PHILADELPHIA Cream Cheese, softened
3/4 cup sugar
1 tsp. vanilla
3/4 tsp. peppermint extract
4 eggs
Make It
Heat oven to 325°F.
Reserve 1 cookie for garnish. Finely crush remaining cookies; mix with butter until blended. Press onto bottom of 9-inch springform pan.
Melt 6 oz. chocolate as directed on package. Beat cream cheese, sugar, vanilla and peppermint extract with mixer until blended. Add melted chocolate; mix well. Add eggs, 1 at a time, mixing on low speed after each just until blended. Pour over crust.
Bake 55 min. to 1 hour or until center is almost set. Run knife around rim of pan to loosen cake; cool before removing rim. Refrigerate cheesecake 4 hours.
Melt remaining chocolate; drizzle over cake. Garnish with reserved cookie.
Want the full nutritional details? CLICK HERE to check it out at Kraft Recipes. I’ll share a secret with you. When I’m picking out a character who would make the Tuesday Treat I’m sharing, it’s not always easy. The moment I saw this recipe, Sade was jumping up and down demanding a taste. No way would she make it, but she’d find someone to make it for her! Sade Marquis might be a hotshot FBI agent and have no trouble dealing with the supernatural things that go bump in the night but put her in a kitchen? She’s been known to burn water. Seriously! Still, this treat is right up her alley. Caleb, her werewolf partner, has mentioned that she’s been known to buy out the entire supply of Thin Mints Girl Scout cookies. If you’d like to read more of the Urban Fantasy adventures of Sade and her gang, you can start with THAT OL’ BLACK MAGIC, the first book in the Penumbra Papers, which happens to be on sale at ALL on-line retailers for 99 cents! Just click on the cover for more information.
So I vegged yesterday. Sometimes you just need a day of…nothing. And that included forming enough thoughts to create a coherent blog. 😉
Quick rundown and then on my day because it’s going to be a busy one.
Stuff: The first hummingbird of the season–at least the first one I’ve seen–arrived Saturday at the feeder. Of course the weather crashed shortly thereafter. Hard freezes in mid-April? Seriously?!?!?! As a result, no tulips and the very few wisteria sprays I had are pffft. I’m hoping the honeysuckle still bloom. That said, I seem to have a bumper crop of squirrels. Go figure.
Sports: My Cards are coming back. This is good and makes me have a happy. On the college level, I watched OU baseball beat Texas and OSU softball beat Baylor. OSU baseball and OU softball also won, they just weren’t televised. Lawyer Guy and I watched NHL Stanley Cup playoff hockey last night. It’s been awhile.
Reading: I’ve fallen into the Kristen Ashley Zone. The local library has quite a few of her books on audio so I’m doing a listen of her Colorado Mountain books that I first read in 2015. These things have a way of sucking you in. She does have a way of foreshadowing and laying in elements in the over-all plot arc that I’m studying. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Writing: And the reason for that is that I’m figuring out an over-all arc for the rest of Red Dirt books. LG and I did some brainstorming last night during an every-man-for-himself dinner (meaning we each fixed our own) after late naps and general laziness. I think I’ve fond someone to replace Cyrus Barron as the bad guy and a way to tie this person into each of the books to come, that arc culminating in the last book of the series. We’ll see if I can sell the idea to my editor. That said, I did not finish the synopsis and send off Cooper’s book because I needed to work out the full arc. There’s a little groundwork in Tucker’s book, but I need to bring it out more in Cooper’s. So…today, I’ll get that done.
And that’s it for me. It’s Monday. I slept hard, for a change. The problem with that is I’ll need another couple cups of coffee to jumpstart the brain. And since I hid from the computer yesterda, I don’t even want to think about the stack of emails in my inbox. Ugh. Okay. More coffee then work. How was your weekend?
Sometimes, I just can’t let it go. And it’s Friday the 13th so…why the heck not?
First, the really cool stuff. How fun are these memes about the love/hate relationships between dogs and mailmen. Click through to see them: DOG AND MAILMAN MEMES
This art project adds the very best of urban fantasy to the cityscape. SURREAL PAINTINGS OF KIDS AND WILD ANIMALS
Surreal paintings of urban fantasy
One more link of truly spectacular animal street art. BEAUTIFUL CREATURES.
In the Can’t Make This $h!+ Up Section:
Pennsylvania school superintendent puts buckets of river rocks in classrooms as a defense against school shooters. I protest! Beyond the stupidity, I protest on the grounds that he is introducing a religion into the classroom. Islam and Judeo-Christian traditions both include stoning as punishment–usually against women, and how many witches were stoned to death down through history?!? Where are the feminists? Where are the atheists? Where’s a safe space for Wiccans? From a USA Today article, “David Helsel, superintendent of Blue Mountain School District in Orwigsburg, said social media posts misrepresenting the district’s overall plans for dealing with school shootings put his schools at risk.” Ya think? #sarcasm
Two days after attending a local protest against guns, the alleged brother of Al Sharpton (one of the biggest hypocrites on the left) was charged with accessory to murder after he drove his buddy around hunting the young woman who supposedly stole the friend’s car. They drove up next to her, the guy fired, striking her in the head and killing her. Hrmmm The whole story is HERE.
So, two black women are censored on Facebook because they are “unsafe for the community.” And the reason they are unsafe? Because they are two CONSERVATIVE black women who happen to support the president. Then the CEO of Twitter flaunts some article about how all the Democrats should declare a civil war. Uhm. Okay. Kinda hard to do that with no guns, no food, and no energy because guess what? All of deplorables out here in middle America? We have all the goodies, including DIAMOND AND SILK make me smile every time I watch them.
And the mayor of London now wants to ban knives because while they have some the strictest gun laws around, London has the highest murder rate. And they’ve had 50 murders committed with knives. Plus, they prosecuted a 78 year-old-man who defended himself IN HIS OWN HOME from the man who broke in with the intent to rob the old guy. I just…this —>
When walking through the valley of a creative desert–which happens to writers far more than we like to admit, it takes a wake up call sometimes. I’ve been that particular trek for the past month. Words come hard, and they sound brittle like taffy boiled too long so that they crack and shatter when they splatter on the page. Well, the screen. Some days, I think I should drag out a yellow legal pad and a pen so I can scribble the words, rip out the page, wad it up, and toss it into an overflowing trashcan.
Sometimes, it’s hard to be creative when it’s a job. I know a lot of authors who manage it very well. I have lots of ideas, so many characters clamoring for attention that I’ve made them form a line, so it’s not a lack of creativity. Not necessarily. It’s a matter of not having creativity on the current project that is a big part of my job. And therein lies the problem. Job = Loss of creativity. *sigh* I know. It’s all in my head. Which is why I really needed this wake-up call from the Universe.
Wake up, Silver! Remember what excites you! Think of these things, those friends, and the adventures that can be yours! Focus. Care. Fantasize. Imagine. It’s all so near. Speak as if you’re ready. Paste new pictures in your scrapbook, on your vision board, and around your home and office. Physically prepare for the changes that you wish to experience in your life. You’ve done this before. You know it works. You’re due for an encore. It’s time to amaze. That’s why you’re there.
And it’s why I’m here,
The Universe
© http://www.tut.com ®Wake up, Silver! Remember! Do what you know to do! It’s all so near!
See what I mean? The Big U has a tendancy to pop in with the right message at the right time. This is what I need to do. The question becomes, will I do it? Yes. Because it makes sense. Because this is how I write. Because it’s my job. So…another cup of coffee then it’s time to walk away from the water cooler, head into the office, put my butt in the chair, my hands on the keyboard, and reconnect brain, imagination, and fingers so that the words flow like they should.
What do you do when it with writer’s block? If you aren’t a writer, how do you get around the work-day blues?
Another Wednesday, another theme for #1lineWed. With April 15th (Tax Day here in the States) looming, it’s fitting that the theme is **TAX/TAXES/TAXING** for today’s inspiration. To set things up, this is from the current WIP, Red Dirt Royalty #9, Cooper’s story and tentatively titled THE TYCOON’S TORNADO TWINS. Because…why not?!?! 😉 Anyway, our intrepid hero is performing rescues during the floods after a hurricane. The heroine, “Stormchaser Britt,” was doing the same when she got stuck and is rescued by said hero. Also, they rescue a huge black cat. If you like Harley the Newfoundland from REDEEMED BY COWGIRL, you will totally enjoy Lucifer. But I digress. After being up all night, Coop takes Britt to the Barron Exploration office in Beaumont, Texas where his RV is parked and where employees are camping out in trailers, campers, and tents. They set up makeshift showers and that’s where Britt has been–showering because getting dunked in swamp water? Uhm…yeah. Also, this is a first draft so ignore any typos or mistakes. Please and thank you.
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Ten minutes later, Britt peeked out from behind an opaque—thank goodness—shower curtain. A colorful beach towel hung on a hook next to the temporary wall and a stack of clothes, topped with a pair of flipflops sat atop a metal stool. She’d gotten into the shower with her clothes on and used the bar soap in the stall to clean them and herself. She’d also found shampoo and conditioner. Still exhausted but feeling better—amazing what being clean could do for a girl—she wrung out her clothes, dried off, and pulled on a way-too-large T-shirt and sweatpants. She rolled the pants several times at the waist even though she’d tied the drawstring as tight as it would go.
Stepping out into the gray light of the cloudy morning, she noticed that more people were stirring. The few women smiled and nodded to her. A couple of men eyed her speculatively and just when she was about to ask about Cooper, she heard the distinctive yowl of a disgruntled cat. Following the sound, she found the black cat planted in front of the door of a fancy RV—the kind singing stars and rich people paid more than most folks paid for a house to travel around in. This one didn’t have a fancy paint job though. It was a metallic gray with a black stripe down the side. A red and white logo was plastered to the side but from her angle, she couldn’t read what it said.
The cat yowled again. She looked down. They exchanged a look. They both yowled, Britt breaking into giggles while the cat continued to serenade the door. It popped open and Coop’s disgruntled face appeared.
“Seriously?”
“Hey, I wouldn’t have known where to look for you without Obi Wan Catnobi here. He must be part bloodhound.”
Cooper stepped back into the RV and Britt made a grand gesture, sweeping her hand and arm toward the door, indicating the cat should precede her. The cat stared at the two steps then turned to stare at her. She stared back. And broke first.
“Fine.” She grabbed him around his middle with both hands and hefted him inside. “We wouldn’t want you to tax yourself, Tubbo.”
Rolling his eyes, Coop shut the door behind her. “You’ll spoil him.”
She favored him with a black look. “Uhm…cat. By definition, he’s spoiled.”
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So who’s already sent in their taxes? Who’s putting them off to the last minute? Who has taxing words to share?
Mother Nature is getting a little schizophrenic this spring so I thought I’d share this recipe. It’s a great transitional meal–spicy and cheesy for chilly nights but not so heavy that you can’t serve it on a warmer day.
Prep Time: 20 min.
Total Time: 40 min.
Servings: 6 servings
Try a Santa Fe Chicken Casserole, layered with bold flavor. Shredded chicken, black beans, tortillas and cheese are great in our Santa Fe Chicken Casserole!
What You Need
1 tub (7.5 oz.) PHILADELPHIA Cream Cheese Spread
2 Tbsp. (about half of 1-oz. pkg.) TACO BELL® Taco Seasoning Mix
2 Tbsp. milk
3 cups shredded cooked chicken breasts (I use Tyson’s Grilled and Ready Pulled Chicken for this)
1 can (15.5 oz.) black beans, rinsed
1 can (14.5 oz.) no-salt-added diced tomatoes, drained (And I don’t use the tomatoes because…allergic)
2 green onions, sliced
3 flour tortillas (6 inch)
3/4 cup KRAFT Mexican Style Finely Shredded Four Cheese
Note: We like it spicy so I add a small can of sliced jalepenos that is not part of the original recipe.
Make It
Heat oven to 375ºF.
Mix cream cheese spread, taco seasoning and milk until blended. Combine next 4 ingredients in large bowl. Add half the cream cheese mixture; mix lightly.
Spread 1/3 of the chicken mixture onto bottom of 9-inch pie plate; top with 1 tortilla, half the remaining chicken mixture and 1/4 cup shredded cheese. Cover with second tortilla, remaining chicken mixture, 1/4 cup shredded cheese and remaining tortilla. Top with remaining cream cheese mixture and shredded cheese; cover.
Bake 25 min. or until heated through, uncovering for the last 5 min.
For full nutritional information CLICK HERE to go to Kraft Recipes. And believe it or not, this recipe (with my additions) is a favorite of Tait “Shooter” McCord the hero of BROTHERHOOD PROTECTORS: MONTANA MOON. Tait says it’s easy enough even he can make it. It’s a one-dish meal for him and yes, he eats the whole thing. “Hey! I’m a Wolf. We have a fast metabolism. And it has chicken so it’s healthy, right?” He dumps sour cream and salsa on the top, too. We like it with a dollop of sour cream on each serving.
Who wants to do away with Monday? *raises hand* Which is sorta dumb because then Tuesday would be the new Monday. And poor Tuesday is sort of the poor relation of the week as it is. Think about it. Everyone bemoans Monday. Wednesday is Hump Day and people celebrate because they’re on the downhill slide to the weekend. Thursday is the day before Friday. And Friday is…well…TGIF! Saturday and Sunday need no explanation, unless you work retail and are stuck in the store those days, which means your whole week is messed up and I’m sorry. And then there’s Tuesday. It’s just…Tuesday. Anyway.
So, we had snow, sleet and ice Saturday. In Oklahoma. During a month when we normally have thunderstorms, hail, and our share of tornadoes. Go figure. It was a good day to stay home, read (or listen to) a book, snuggle under the covers and nap. Which meant I needed to work yesterday. Which I did. Some. I’m working on the first sexy scene, which happens in Chapter Two. The H/h don’t waste any time.
There was baseball this weekend. My poor Cards are up and down. And Yadi got into it with the Diamondbacks’ manager. It was ugly. The manager was tossed, the home plate umpair was doing his best to calm Yadi down so he didn’t get tossed. See? I told you it was bad. Still, makes for an interesting game. Cards lost though. That puts them back to one game back of .500. 😦
I finished Jennifer Ashley’s Shifters Unbound series. New book comes out the end of the month. I’m glad because there’s a bit of a cliffhanger in the overall plot arc, though RED WOLF came to a satisfactory end for the H/h. I enjoy her writing. I moved on the Shelley Laurenston’s HOT AND BADGERED, which is set in her shifter world. Lord but she’s funny sometimes and I do love the honey badgers and the bears. I’m just over 1/3 of the way through the book and I keep grinning and laughing. Traci Odom is doing an outstanding job of narrating.
Live PD was back live this weekend. I totally ❤ the show and Sgt. Sean "Sticks" Larson from the Tulsa PD Gang Unit, who's become something of a regular studio commentator. They do a segment on missing people and a viewer actually called in to the Center for Missing and Exploited Children with a sighting of a little girl they featured a couple of weeks ago. She's now been recovered. LUCIFER is getting…tense. THE ALIENIST has run it's course. So I'm doing lots of baseball and listening to books.
And that's pretty much the sum total of my life at the moment. Saturday's weather negated Only, Stormageddon and I getting together for lunch. Baseball Boy's tournament was canceled so they stayed in. Lawyer Guy's meeting went ahead as scheduled but he didn't go. Like the kids, we stayed in, even though late afternoon turned out okay once the sun came out and the wind died down. Still felt like January rather than April. Today, I'm going to work really hard to finish up the proposal. I need to stop jacking around and just do it. I have way too much on my writing plate this year to procrastinate, no matter how much I want to.
So, on that note, I'm off to work, right after I get one more cup of coffee. What are you going do today?
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