Wednesday Words: Not Wrong

As I mentioned in Monday’s blog, I won the Thursday Threads challenge last week. And for once, I know where the snippet belongs–or I will once I find the scene I want to attach it to. Anyway, things are slowly coalescing into an almost cohesive whole. The prompt is: *“I hope I’m wrong.”* For some reason, the Luther Ingram song “(If Loving You is Wrong) I Don’t Want to be Right” is my current earworm. Anyway. There are some hints here about Sade’s past–not a spoiler for anyone familiar with the series and there is some speculation about what may or may not be a plot bunny. 😉

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“Your time at the Summer Court, how much do you remember?”

Tilting her head, Sade stared at Ariel before her brows knit in concentration. “Not sure where you’re going with this.”

“The rumor was that Oberon was your sire.”

Sade snorted. “Like Fae and Humans can procreate.” She blinked when Ariel didn’t immediately respond. “Wait. They actually can?”

“What do you know of changelings?”

“They’re myth. That whole spiel about Magicks stealing a human child and leaving a creature that looks human in their place is just a story. People used that excuse when a child was…different.” She was not thrilled by his expression. “So…we got that wrong too?”

Ariel nodded slowly. “I will admit that we fostered that idea.”

“What else will you admit to? Are you saying that there are half Fae kids running around?”

“Not exactly.”

“Then what exactly.”

Ariel stared into his coffee cup as if trying to read the creamy swirls there. “It’s rare. The magical cost is incredible. But…” He sighed. “It has happened, though not as you described.”

“Explain.” Sade’s voice held the terse edge of an order.

“Changelings are created with magic then the infants are placed into the human world.”

“For what purpose?”

“To open a gate.”

“Why? All of you can use portals.”

“There’s a difference. Gates are direct paths between realms. The royals fear Mab is involved and there is a changeling here.”

Sade gulped. “Are you serious?”

“I hope I’m wrong.”

“If you aren’t, we’re screwed.”
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Hope you enjoyed this peek at things in Rochester. Writers, hope the prompt inspires you to some new words. Readers, do you remember the song refeenced above? If so, you’re welcome for the earworm. If you aren’t, you should go listen to it on YouTube.

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Tuesday Treats & Titles: Half-Price Chocolate Peanut Ice Cream Bars

Who’s ready for ice cream? 🙋🏼‍♀️ These ice cream bars are easy, tasty, crunchy and perfect as a snack while reading a good book–preverably one of mine which you bought at half-price from Smashwords during the Summer/Winter Sale. You have 10 more days to indulge in your book buying habit.

Chocolate Peanut Ice Cream Bars
Prep Time: 20 min
Cook/freeze Time: 3 hrs
Total Time: 3 hrs 20 mins
Servings depend on how big you cut the bars–try for at least 12 😉

Ingredients
Graham crackers (enough to line the bottom of a 9×13 pan)
2 quarts Vanilla ice cream (softened)
1 jar hot fudge sauce (12.8 oz. size)
1 1⁄2 cup red skin peanuts* (any peanuts will do actually, but this is an old recipe)
Magic Shell chocolate topping (7.25 oz. size bottle)

*If there’s a peanut allergy, use other nuts or chopped pretzel stickes. Just something to add some crunch. You could even use Rice Krispie cereal.

Let’s Make It
1 – Set out the vanilla ice cream to soften at room temperature for 15 minutes. Line a 9×13 with graham crackers, breaking some in 1/2 to cover the entire pan.
2 – Spread 1 quart of the vanilla ice cream evenly over the graham crackers.
3 – Add the hot fudge as the next layer, spreading it to cover the entire top in an even layer. Sprinkle 1/2 of the peanuts over the hot fudge.
4 – Spread the 2nd quart of ice cream over the peanuts and hot fudge. Top that with the remaining peanuts then drizzle the Magic Shell over the top. Place the pan in the freezer for at least 3 hours before cutting into bars and serving.

Tip: If you don’t plan on eating the entire pan, you can individually wrap the cut bars in wax paper and refreeze in a large plastic freezer bag. Easy to grab one and go. FYI, if the bars have melted during cutting and serving and you want to do this, stick the pan back in the freezer until they firm up again.
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Monday Mutterings

It’s Monday once again and July is sliding inexorably toward August. We’re due to this the dog days of summer this week with temps in the triple digits. We did get a smidge of rain last week. It was welcome if not enough. Summer rain here is spotty. One side of the metro can get a flash flood and the opposite gets bright sunshine. Keeps things interesting.

With it being so hot, I’ve mostly stayed a homebody. Jake and I got out once last week to hit Wallyworld for groceries and to make a Starbucks run. We go early in the morning to beat the heat–at the crowds. Jake met a new doggo–a black Lab/Malinois mix named Maisy. She was a sweet girl and Jake informed her dad of the various treats he likes to nom on.

I managed a small bit of writing and even managed to win the Thursday Thread challenge last week. Yes, the snippit will be shared this Wednesday. The good news is, the scene is not completely random in that I know approximately where it belongs in the story.

I’m still “vacationing” on Harmony, ie. a marathon listen to Jayne Castle’s Harmony series. It’s SciFi/ParaRom fun. With dust bunnies. I do like the dust bunnies. They look like a mound of dryer lint, have four eyes–two bright blue ones for regular use and two that open when they’re in hunting mode, come with six legs–the front set used much like a raccoon uses theirs, and the common saying in regards to them biting is, “By the time you see the teeth, it’s too late.” They are indigenous to Harmony and tend to adopt “their” hurman. I have no clue how Jayne dreamed them up but they’re a fun addition to her books.

Thee’s not much else going on in my world. I’m prone to slowing down and vegging out during these dog days. On that boring note, I’m going to get more coffee and try to get my brain in gear. I might complain a lot about Ariel but in truth, he has every right to complain about me when it comes to writing his damn book. Have a good and productive week, all!

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Friday Sinema: Enchanted

W. Ed Harris is a musician and composer I follow on X. He follows me too. I discovered him years ago back when it was Twitter and creative types managed to bump into each other on the feed. When I came back to X after a several-years-long hiatus, I was delighted that he was still there, still posting his music and now doing videos. I’ve bought several of his albums and yes, his music figures strongly in the soundtrack of Ariel’s Damn Book, including this one, because enchanged glen! Hope you enjoy this one. No plans for the weekend, just writing. You?

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Thursday Thoughts: Universal Math

First, math is not my strong suit but we’re talking about the Universe so I’m going to see if I can make the message add up. And yes, I probably have not had enough coffee for this so bear with me. First, I like this message just at face value. Second, I immediately related this to the writing process because…well, I do that. I’ll explain–or at least attempt an explanation once you’ve read what the Big U dropped in my inbox.

Do you think I’ll meet you halfway, Silver?

Well… your job is to think new thoughts, speak new words, and knock on new doors.

Mine… is to rearrange the stars, move mountains, align serendipities, and command the elements.

Some might call that halfway. But old souls know that I would literally move heaven… just for you.

And I do,
The Universe
©www.tut.com

P.S. The math is in your favor, Silver, because you are in mine.

I leave it up to each of you to absorb and transalte how this relates to you as an individual. As for how this applies to writing, it’s like this…

Read that second paragraph again. Would you agree that our job as writers is to think new thoughts, speak new words, and knock on new doors. New thoughts = idea for book. “Speak” new words = writing the story. Knock on new doors = stretching our writing chops, looking for new readers and new markets. Does this add up to you?

Now, consider the third paragraph: Mine… is to rearrange the stars, move mountains, align serendipities, and command the elements. To me, this implies two things–well, two people, both necessary to the process. First person is each of us as The Writer. Once we hit The End, it’s time to turn our work over to the second person, The Editor. This is the point where we shift into editing mode. We turn a critical and logical eye to our work, making several passes, rearranging, moving, and aligning, in full command of our work. At least until we turn it over to beta readers, editors, and proofreaders.

Anyway, that’s today’s thoughts. Now I need more coffee.

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Wednesday Words: Fancy Meeting You Here

There are no “new” words this week as I was the judge for last week’s Thursday Threads. Instead, I pulled a section–which is slighly longer than my usual Wednesday entries–from a chapter I just finished up. This is about 1/3 of the way into the story and Sade has arrived in Rochester on orders from the FBI Director. Marcella is a FBI agent from the Buffalo field office. While I probably won’t use last week’s prompt, I’ll drop it here in case some of you find inspiration with it: *“I’m afraid it’s a hostile takeover.”*

Sade sighed mentally, rolling her eyes skyward in a why me expression. “Well, well, well,” she said. “Why am I not surprised?” The Dragon in human guise smiled bigger and she immediately thought of the very wise advice: Do not meddle in the affairs of Dragons for you art crunchy and taste good with ketchup.

“Fancy meeting you here, Agent Marquis.”

Beside her, Marcella sucked in a breath. She couldn’t blame the other agent. The Dragon did have a way of tweaking female hormones. “Agent Lloyd, may I present Nikolas Constantine, Drakon of Klan Kholikikos.
“D-d-dragon?” Marcella finally got the question out.

“Yes. Why are you here, Nikos? Do you know something I don’t?”

“I might ask you the same, Sade.”

“Well, gee. I mean with Rochester being a null space when it comes to magic yet a high-ranking fae and the chief enforcer of a Dragon klan are both right in the middle of things. My spidey sense is tingling.”

“Null space?”

“Yeah, no magic.”

“Whatever gave you that idea?”

“Seriously? All you Magicks say that. Or imply it because none of you have claimed Rochester.”

“It’s wild.”

“Excuse me?”

“The magic here is wild, uncontrollable so we avoid the place.”

“Then why are you here?”

“I have business.”

“With Ariel?” Nikos only raised an eyebrow in response. “I know he’s here, Nikos. I want to know why.”

“That, my dear Sade, is the question of the day.” His eyes flicked beyond her. “Shall we ask him?”

Sade turned in time to see Ariel striding through the front doors. The Fae faltered when he saw her and she noted the guilty look on his face. With a sigh, he walked over. Sade didn’t give him a chance to greet them. “Well?”

“Well, what?”

“Why are you here, Ariel? And don’t give me the same kind of bullshit answer the Dragon did.”

He held his hands up in surrender. “It’s complicated.”

“So are dead girls.”

Ariel had the good graces to wince. “I’m trying to find out why there are dead girls.”

“Good. That makes two of us.”

Nikos cleared his throat and raised his hand, his expression serious. “Three.”

And the plot thickens. *bwahaha* Progress is still slow but it is progress. What sort of progress are you making on your projects today?

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Tuesday Treats & Titles: Sale & Lemon Blueberry Pie

I know it’s hot in our half of the hemisphere and you might not want to heat up the kitchen but it bakes at only 350 and not for very long. You end up with a creamy, summery delight that’s perfect for sitting in the shade and reading a book. Preferably, one of mine, especially since all my books on Smashwords are still for sale at 50% off until the end of July. Conversely, it’s a cozy treat for those of you waaay down south where it’s winter. Wherever you are, y’all know the drill to get to my books. Either click on the pic or use the QR code on your phone. Happy nomming and reading. Enjoy!

Lemon Blueberry Pie

Recipe details
Yield
8 servings
Time spent:
Prep time: 30 Minutes
Cook time: 30 Minutes
Total time: 1 hr

Ingredients
Blueberry Swirl
2 tsp cornstarch
1 Tbsp lemon juice freshly squeezed
1/2 cup fresh blueberries
2 Tbsp granulated sugar
Shortbread Pie Crust
1 1/4 cups all-purpose flour unbleached
1/2 cup powdered sugar packed
1 Tbsp cornstarch
8 Tbsp unsalted butter softened to room temperature
1 tsp vanilla extract pure
1 pinch sea salt fine

Lemon Filling
14 ounces sweetened condensed milk
1/2 cup lemon juice freshly squeezed
2 tsp lemon zest
2 large egg yolks

Instructions
Blueberry Swirl
1 – Add cornstarch and lemon juice to a small bowl. Stir until combined and cornstarch has dissolved.
2 – Pour cornstarch mixture into a small saucepan over medium heat. Add blueberries and sugar then stir gently while mashing blueberries with the backside of a spoon until sauce thickens–approximately 5 minutes.
3 – Strain blueberry sauce through a fine mesh sieve then cool sauce to room temperature. (Note: only the strained sauce will be used for the swirl, but feel free to garnish pie slices with the blueberries remaining in the strainer.)

Shortbread Crust
1 – Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
2 – Pulse crust ingredients in a food processor until a soft dough forms.
3 – Using your fingers, press shortbread dough into the bottom and up the sides of a 9-inch pie plate until evenly packed.
4 – Bake for 15 minutes or until lightly golden brown then remove from oven to add lemon filling.

Lemon Filling
1 – Combine sweetened condensed milk, lemon juice, lemon zest and egg yolks in a large mixing bowl then whisk until combined.
2 – Pour lemon filling onto warm shortbread crust.
3 – Drop small dollops of blueberry sauce onto lemon filling and swirl gently with a chopstick or butter knife.
4 – Bake for 15 to 18 minutes, until center is just set and no longer jiggly. Do not overbake.
5 – Place pie plate on a wire rack and cool to room temperature.
6 – Chill in the refrigerator for a minimum of 2 hours before serving. (Mine chilled overnight.)
7 – For best results, allow pie to come to room temperature for 30 minutes before slicing. This allows the shortbread crust time to soften.
8 – Store leftovers covered in the refrigerator up to 5 days.

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Monday Mishmash

Hello. It’s Monday calling. You might wonder why I keep track of the days of the week on the blog. It’s simple. Doing so ensures that I might actually know what day it is without having to look at a calendar.

I really don’t have much to relate. Again. It’s summer. It’s hot. We did get some rain early Sunday morning. We also had a huge branch come down in the backyard. I’m hoping the yard crew comes this week, chops it up and hauls it off. It’s that big. We don’t let LG have chainsaws. The last time necessitated a trip to the ER.

I’m catching up to my Goodreads Reading Challenge. Last week I was 12 books behind meeting my goal. This week, I’m only 7 behind. This is partially due to my marathon relisten of Jayne Castle’s Ghost Hunters/Harmony series. These books are a mix of light SciFi with paranormal. They are interesting tales with a touch of humor and lots of action and romance. It’s been four or five years since I’ve done a complete series relisten. Did I mention the dustbunnies?

It’s still hot. Not quite as hot today but due to get hotter by the end of the week. As a result, I’m not doing a whole lot of cooking that creates heat. Oh! I did do me a splurge last week. I bought a multi-funtion air fryer/toaster/broiler/oven combo. I’ve used it to air fry egg rolls and to toast toast. It works great for that. My gently used (less than a year old) toaster oven is moving to the Kids’ house. I should explain. My gas stove is 40 years old. It’s gas. It has two ovens–one smaller upper overn and one giant lower over with a broiler drawser beneath it, plus four burners. I love my gas stove. I love my double ovens. But is is 40 years old and I’ve used it hard. I’m going to have to replace it sooner than later. The thing is, most of the new overn don’t have broilers. I don’t use mine as much as I used to but I do use it. Hence, when I saw the new “critter” on the Hamilton Beach site with a 25% off sale, I ordered it.

Speaking of the branch that came down, Toby barks at it every time he goes into the back yard. He also barks at the neighborhood rooster, that lives like 8 blocks away. Except he barks inside the house. He is quick to remind us that he is a guard dog! Gruff-ruff-RUFF. But the squirrel mafia bouncing off the windows in my office? Nope. Nada. Not even an ear flick. 🙄

Writing. I’ve actually made progress. I went back to the beginning and started tightning up the timeline and adding in some of the random scenes that have accumulated. That was 13 chapters and the prologue. Today, I start a new chapter. I think I know where I’m going with it. We’ll see. Still, 🤞🏼.

That pretty much sums up my life of late. If you’re under the heat dome, stay cool. If you’ve been affected by the rains/flash floods, stay safe. If you’re looking for a book to read and you haven’t read all of mine yet, the Smashwords Summer/Winter Sale is still going on and my books are still 50% off. Just click the pic or use the QR code. Have a great week, all.

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Friday Sinema: Stick It

I’m a big fan of WeRateDogs on X. They also post to YouTube. They share fun dog picks and videos and also have a foundation to fund medical costs for shelter dogs through merchandise (Tell Your Dog I Said Hi) and on-line fundraisers. The founder does a weekly top five video and also does Top Ten lists. This one always makes me laugh. Toby would bring sticks except he gets sidetracked by things like wheelbarrows, pots, shovels… Anyway, these dogs love sticks and this is our reward for sticking it out this week. Enjoy and have a great weekend!

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Thursday Thoughts: Universal Dreams

Remember when you were a kid and time just seemed to drag? The first day of school and you thought Christmas vacation would never come though you dreamed about it coming. Then suddenly it was Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years–and other holidays but those were the big ones for me. Then school started again and how long until Spring Break? Dream on, it’s months away! Then even better, the last day of school! Dream fulfilled because then it was summer vacation. Long days of sun, play, and just being a kid. August arrived and the cycle started over again. Then you get old and the days, weeks, months, and years zip by like cars in a grand prix race. So, here it is Thursday again and it’s time for thoughts. As usual, the Universe has them…

Silver, not that you ever would, but never compromise a dream.

You have them for a reason -
The Universe
©www.tut.com

P.S. Many reasons, Silver, not the least of which is to make them come true.

When I was a kid, I dreamed of many things–mostly of what I would do when I grew up. I wanted to be a cop. I wanted to be an actress. I wanted to live in the mountains. I wanted to do and be a lot of things but deep down, I wanted to tell stories. I wanted people to read my stories. I wanted to make them laugh and cry and get mad. I wanted them to want to spend time in my worlds. That dream kept getting shelved. Oh, I’d write but almost no one ever read the tales. I’d occasionally try to get published and then one day, LG told me to keep dreaming but to get busy on making that dream come true. So I did. And 50 books later (not including the ones that will never be published), I still find it hard to keep the dream alive. It’s work. It’s hard. I get tired. But I still have stories to tell, whether the damn characters want to cooperate or not. Dudes, don’t harsh my dream! The Big U dropped the above into my inbox yesterday. I took the kick in the arse for what it is–a kick to jump start me back on the road to making dreams come true. Back to work, because the dream-making ain’t easy.

What about y’all? What are your dreams? Are you working to make them come true?

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