Wednesday Words: Missed Youth

Progress! New words! Edits and tightening of old words! Woot! I’ll admit, today’s gave me a nice nudge last week, and because they were so varied, it made for a slightly weird but fun snippet to share today. From #1LineWed, we have the word **YOUTH.** From #ThursdayThreads, we have this delightly little question, **”Did you miss me?”** Once again, the snippet is pretty self-explanatory and I don’t think it’s much of a spoiler.
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The clearing was small but the trees surrounded it were ragged and spaced apart rather than the dense forest they’d been traversing. Meg wondered if there’d been an avalanche or perhaps an old rock fall that caused it. She startled as three heads all came up in unison—Kin, Loch, and Moshe. Uri quickly followed suit. The three men and the dog stared up the mountain, which was still enshrouded with thick clouds.

Duke came to join them. “Plane or helo?”

“Helo,” they said in unison.

Everyone stood up now, their attention focused the same direction. Meg began edging the children back in preparation to run.

The clouds swirled, broke apart, and a Russian helicopter appeared as if by magic. It circled, then it rotated, hovering about 200 feet above the ground. Duke motioned everyone back to the tree line as Dalton and Tank moved to opposite sides of the clearing. Duke stood facing the craft. It slowly descended and with a rush of wind created by the rotors, it squatted in the center of the space. Nobody moved until a hatch opened along the side of the helo.

A man with dark hair popped out. He removed his aviator-style sunglasses and grinned. “Did you miss me?”

The men all groaned but began to grab packs and gear. Meg motioned the kids toward the hatch. She remembered the cocky pilot from his brief stay at the abandoned barn. Too bad he reminded her too much of Tom Cruise.

As she walked up, Dom winked at her. “Pretty sure you did, darlin’.”

A soft growl at her back had her slowly turning around. Kin stood far too close, glaring at the hotshot. “Sometimes the folly of youth is enough to make an old man weep,” Kin muttered.

Meg stared at him, eyes wide. “Did you just quote ‘Lord of the Rings’?”

He looked shifty-eyed. “Maybe.”

She hid both her snort of amusement and her delighted grin. He’d read “Lord of the Rings.” And obviously knew it well enough to pull that quote out of the air. She felt eyes on her and she glanced back. Dom’s gaze danced between her and skittered away from Kin’s glare.

“Well, damn. Too late again,” Dom groused. He held up his hands in an “I surrender” gesture. “I’m done.” Raising his voice, he called, “Head ’em up and move ’em out, cowboys. We got weather moving in.”
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There you have it. I hope you enjoyed it. Writers, you know the drill: pick and choose or combine. Ready, set, go! Readers, do you miss your youth? 😉

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Tuesday Treats & Titles: On-Target Skillet Spinach Dip

I think I’ve mentioned before…like several times 😆 …that one of my favorite dips is hot spinach and artichoke. Yum stuff! I came across the video at the bottom of the page and after seeing the last dip prepared, I had to go search out a recipe. Did I mention YUM STUFF?!?!! So yeah…Have fun and good eats. Let me know if any of the other dips catch your attention. 😉

Cheesy Spinach and Artichoke Bread Ring Dip

Ingredients:

12 frozen dinner roll dough balls
8 oz cream cheese, softened
1/2 cup grated Parmesan cheese
1/2 cup grated Romano cheese
1/2 cup shredded mozzarella cheese
1/4 cup sour cream
1 (14 oz) can (1 1/2 cups) artichoke hearts, drained and chopped
3/4 cup frozen chopped spinach, thawed and drained of excess water
2 cloves garlic, chopped (about 1 tsp)
1 tsp basil
1/2 tsp crushed red pepper flakes
Olive oil
Pita chips or crackers (optional)

DIrections:

1 – Coat a 10-inch oven-safe skillet with olive oil.

2 – Place the dough balls in a ring around the skillet. Cover and thaw until the rolls rise and double in size.

3 – Combine cream cheese, Parmesan, Romano, mozzarella, sour cream, artichokes, spinach, garlic, basil and red pepper flakes.

4 – Scoop the cheesy mixture into the center of the thawed rolls.

5 – Brush the rolls with olive oil and top with an additional sprinkle of cheese (optional).

6 – Bake at 375˚F for 25 minutes. (If the bread browns too quickly, lower oven temperature to 350˚F or cover the bread with a ring of foil.)

7 – Remove from oven and let cool slightly before serving.

If you want to see how easy this is to make, check out the YouTube video HERE. There’s some good dips there so keep watching! It’s NFL play-off and basketball season. Not my thing but down at Mother Goose’s Bar in Key West, the Hard Target gang gathers to watch and chow down on this big-appetite pleasing all-in-one dip and munchies. Bear, the bartender, doesn’t fix this for just anyone so feel priviledged if a cast-iron skillet lands on your table with a refill of your favorite TV viewing beverage. Want to know more about the Hard Target team? Check out DOUBLE CROSS to find out how the team came together. Just click on the title or any pic with the cover.

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Minding Monday’s Business

The good news is, I got some writing done! I’ve caught up with all the changes and continuity problems, fixed them, smoothed the road ahead–I hope!–and add new words. Back on track. I have 2+ weeks before the end of the month. I don’t know if I will or not, but I’m working toward an end-of-month release, provided I can get Only to get the cover done. Somebody remind me to nudge her.

There was soccer this weekend. Stomry and his teammates played hard but alas, they didn’t score enough goals to overcome the lead their opponents had. This is a “for fun” league designed to give the kids a chance to bond as teammates and learn some about the sport. They are only supposed to practice as a team in the time period before their game starts. Sadly, a couple of the teams have decided to ignore that rule. We overheard parents talking about who was supposed to bring snacks for the next practice. These are 8 year olds. The extra practice shows. I don’t know whether to be sad, mad, aor just resigned.

Today is Wallyworld. I have no choice. I’m out of feral cat kibble and bird sead. And yeah, I need to figure out what I’m going to feed LG and me for dinner this week. The weather can’t make up it’s mind so I never know whether to go for the hot and gooey comfort food or something lighter because it’s warm outside. Do any of you have a go-to meal? I’d plan breakfast-for-dinner again because we both really like that but with the price of eggs? Jiminy!

I really don’t have much else to relay today. I worked. I listened to Ilona Andrews’s The Innkeeper Chronicles–new release is out in the series. I also hit the refresh button on their upcoming release, MAGIC TIDES, hoping it will be available in audio. If not, I’ll get the Kindle version and struggle through reading it. That grinding sound you hear is the gnashing of my teeth. Trust me, I know how expense it is to release an audio version. It’s why none of my self pubs are available–as much as I’d love to release them in audible! But the book is an Amazon #1 New Release and the authors hit the major best-seller lists with most of their books. They make enough to live on. And yes, this is me moaning. Moving on.

On that note, I’m headed to WW as soon as the sun come up. I live a sad and boring life. But hey! The Buffalo Bills won their play-off game yesterday. Wasn’t a fan until the Damar Hamlin deal and now I’d love to see them go all the way. Too bad they and the Bengals are in the same division. It would be cool to see them both in the Super Bowl, but yeah…both are AFC and it doesn’t work that way. Ah, well. How was your weekend? Any plans for the week?

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Friday Sinema: Footloose Academy

Okay. First, I vaguel remember hearing something about “Umbrella Academy” in passing in a news feed or a newsletter or something. It is a show on Netflix. I think there is magic involved. And evidently, there are the “Greasers” and the “Socs.” Frame of reference–I’m dating myself. I read S.E. Hinton’s book “The Outsiders” my freshman year of high school, not too long after it was released. And yes, my life-long crush on Patrick Swayze came about from his portrayal of Darryl “Darry” Curtis. Anyway, I also enjoyed the movie “Footloose” back in the day and can point to the fact that the movie is based on a real incident that occurred in Elmore City, OK, which is located not too far from my hometown. Which still doesn’t explain things. Where was I? Oh, right! “Umbrella Academy.” Footloose dance-off scene. I must now find and stream this series. Why? Just watch… Have a danciful weekend! Oh, and yes, this is–in a fanicful way–worthy of a Friday the 13th post.

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Thursday Thoughts: Universal Expectations

I was truly hoping this year would start of great guns. You know, peeling out, leaving treadmarks on the pavement. Yeah, no. It’s been more of a slow roll. But that’s okay. I’m getting settled into this new stage of my life. My daughter was quick to remind everyone last weekend that I’m approaching my 7th decade of life soon. Even so, I tend to perk up when a message like this pops into my inbox. Go Universe!

This year, Silver, will not be just another year.

It’s the absolute richest I’ve ever imagined, with the most possibilities I’ve ever offered, for the coolest people I’ve ever known to do the greatest things ever done.

Set the bar high,
The Universe
©www.tut.com

P.S. Silver, this year is yours, baby. publishing more books and all…

From your lips, Universe, to those pesky writing muses and publishing gods. So yeah. I’ll take it as it comes. What’s that old fable about? Slow and steady wins the race? That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I’m setting my bar high. We’ll see if I can hurdle it. If not, at least I’ve tried. What about y’all? What bar are you setting? (Or sitting at? 🤣 )

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Wednesday Words: Renewed Volunteerism

It’s Wedneday again and that means words. Apparently, someone picked up the #1linWed mantle and offered new prompts, currently **RENEW**. And the always dependable #ThursdayThreads offers this for inspriation: “Thank you for volunteering.” I’d mentioned in my Monday follow-up last week that I’d had to do some more backtracking in the WIP. Lo and behold, those prompts fit in perfectly with some revisions I was making in Chapter 2. What follows is the full, expanded version.
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Major-general David Muir was a fit man in his early fifties. His short, dark hair showed traces of silver at the temples. Stern and buttoned up, he was far from the caricature created by Gilbert and Sullivan. His strain showed around the edges.

“Wolves,” he said, shaking his head in a total lack of understanding. He didn’t notice Kin and Loch stiffening. “She was over there studying a pack of wild wolves from the Carpathian Mountains. They’d been relocated to a refuge down in the central part of the country. Right before the bloody Russians decided to invade.” His fists curled on his desk. “I told command that we should have taken a stronger stance when bloody Putin annexed Crimea.”

Pushing back from his desk, he stood. “I’ve always been a soldier first, but she’s my only child.” His cell phone buzzed and he glanced down. Wincing, he explained. “Her mother’s calling. Again. Alana and I barely speak, haven’t truly spoken to each other in years. We divorced when Meghan was two. Alana’s idea. I soldiered on, quite literally, I fear. Meghan spent some vacations and holidays with me when my postings were appropriate.” He glanced at the still buzzing phone. “I should take that but I have nothing to tell her.”

“We appreciate your aid in expediting certain things, sir,” Duke said. “And while I can’t promise one hundred percent success, we do have a good record of completing our missions. We need all the information you can give us as to where you think her current location is and if there’s any way we can track her.”

All the starch seemed to go out of the man. He sank back into his desk chair and dropped his face into his hands. A moment later, he looked up and continued. “I bloody well wanted to send my entire division in after her. We have special units—” He paused to stare at Kin, suddenly distracted. “You look familiar.”

Habit had Kin coming to attention and he just managed to hold back a salute. “I served in the 22nd SAS Regiment, sir. CTW.”

“Counter Terrorism Wing.” Muir almost relaxed. He fixed his gaze on Duke. “If this is the caliber of your team…” He trailed off, not quite sure what rank to assign Duke.

“Chief works,” Duke said into the awkward silence. “I was US Navy. SEAL. Chief Petty Officer.”

The worried expression on Muir’s face faded and the lines around his eyes smoothed out. “My little girl is in good hands then. We have an Atlas flying to the base at Mihail Kogălniceanu, Romania. They are NATO and are prepared to assist you. Your contact is Major Radu of their Military Logistics Administration. He is fully briefed and…” He hesitated. “I trust him. He’ll make necessary arrangements and supply whatever military equipment and transportation you need. He will also insure that you are updated on the current situation within Ukraine’s borders.”

“Is your daughter still on the move?” Duke asked.

Muir rubbed his eyes. “No. Apparently not. Her current location is in the file, along with the information on tracking her phone. The signal has been stationary for twenty-four hours. She’s somewhere northwest of Odessa. The last ping from her phone indicated she was out in the middle of…nothing. No towns nearby.”

“That’s all we need then,” Duke said.

The team stood, ready to leave. Muir followed them to the door. “Thank you for volunteering. You have renewed my faith that she will return home safely.”

Not that they had, Kin thought. Volunteered that is. Duty was duty and this mission was currently theirs.
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And so the adventure begins. Writers, did you find some inspiration in the prompts? Readers, do you think Kin would volunteer if he hadn’t been “drafted” for this mission?

**Psst. The answer is yes. Mother had him the minute he saw Meg’s face up on the big screen in the conference room. 😉

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Tuesday Treats & Titles: Giant Wolfy Snickerdoodles

Since this past weekend was the full Wolf Moon, and since I featured Sean “Boomer” Donaldson on my FB page on Saturday, I figured I needed to give proper due to his better half. And besides, I love snickerdoodles. I especially love big, giant snickerdoodles that are soft, not crunch. I mean really. Doesn’t everyone prefer soft cookies over curnchy? Frainkly, I don’t remember where I got this recipe. It’s one I’ve had since Only was a kid. It’s pretty easy and definitely yummy!

Giant Snickerdooles
Prep Time: 10-15 minutes, plus 4 hours to chill dough
Bake Time: 12-14 minutes
Total Time: 4 hrs. 30 minutes
Serviing size: Approximately 24

Ingredients
4 1/2 Cup Flour
2 Teaspons baking powder
1 Teaspon baking soda
1/4 Teaspon salt

1 1/4 Cup Crisco
2 Cups granulated sugar
2 eggs
1 1/2 Teaspoon vanilla
1/2 Teaspoon lemon extract OR 1 Teaspoon grated lemon peel
1 Cup buttermilk
1/2 Cup sugar and 2 Tablespoons cinnamon mixed together for coating
Non-stick cooking spray (I use Crisco butter flavor)

Lets Make ‘Em
1 –  Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

2 – In bowl, mix together flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt.

3 – In marge mixing bowl, beat Crisco with mixer on medium to high speed for 30 seconds.

4- Add sugar. Beat until mixed, scraping sides.

5 – Beah in eggs one at a time, beathing well after each.

6 – Stir in vanilla and lemon.

7- Alternate adding in buttermilk and dry ingredients as you continue mixing, scraping sides as needed.

8 – Cover bowl and chill in refrigerator at least 4 hours.

9 – Lightly grease cookie sheet. Use a 1/4 Cup measuring cup or ice scream scoop. Lightly spray scoop with non-stick cooking spray to help prevent dough from sticking. Roll each scoop in cinnamon-sugar mix to coat. Place 3″ apart on cookie sheet. With palm, gently press on each roll to flatten to 1/2″ thickness.

10 – Bake for 12-14 minutes or until bottoms are a light gold. DO NOT OVER COOK. Remove from oven and plase o wire rack to cool

Annie, Boomer’s mate, is the cookie mom in the group. She brought her son Cody into the family and then they had baby Sally. She always ends up as the chair of the school’s bakesale and her goods are always the first to go. Should I mention that Sean is usually first in line? 😉 Anyway, these giant snickerdoodle cookies  are a fan favorite around Blaidd’s Gap. You can read their story in WOLF MOON or get even more details in the conpendium volume, MOONSTRUCK: LIES, which also includes the novel, HUNTER’S MOON. Both are available at several on-line booksellters. Just click on a pic with a cover or the titles to head over to Books2Read to find the link to your favorite store. What about y’all? What’s your favorite cookie?

Moonstruck: Lies   https://books2read.com/u/bwPlP3

Wolf Moon  https://books2read.com/u/4EK5Ge

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Monday Moving Forward

Well, it seems 2023 is here to stay. We’ve managed to survive the first week+. I suppose things are looking up. We can certainly hope so. Optimism. That’s the key, right?

I didn’t do much the first week of this new year. Call it post-holiday hangover. Or lazyness, Both work. Or not. Because I didn’t do much work. Oh, I did clear some junk out. There’s a whole lot more to clear and get rid of in various ways. I also didn’t write much. So much for my idea of writing a little, clearing a little, writing some more each day. Best laid plans and all that. We’ll see if I do better this week.

Sometimes, something really witty or profound pops into my head. One-liners. And I think to myself, “Myself, we could use this in the blog or something. Remember it.” I never do. I should write it down but I always tell myself, “Myself, don’t worry. You’ll remember it.” 🙄

Saturday was busy. And not. Only and Stormy ran a 5K practice run for the “Run to Remember” marathon coming in April, which commoroates the OKC Bombing. Then she had siren test. LG was out of town and his siren was covered so I didn’t have to. We met for our usual First Saturday lunch at our fave TexMex restaurant. Y\ummers. Then I got a nap before LG and I headed out for Stormy’s late soccer game. They won! Yay! Yesteray was the Kids anniversary and we got together for pumpkin and apple pies at Uncle Fix-It and Aunt Hooey’s house for a late Christmas exchange. It was nice.

“On Patrol Live” is back in production. Yay! Yes, I am easily entertained. And I’m down to the last two books in my Kate Daniels World relisten. There’s a new novella coming out this spring but no word on when/if it will release in audio. I hope so. Reading is getting harder and yes, I am making arrangements to get my eyes fixed.

That’s pretty much my update. Wallyworld today. Yippee. 🙄 And then I have every intention of getting new words written. Plus, I have to find a recipe for Tuesday’s blog. Any requests? What’s up in your world?

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Friday Sinema: Looking Back

There were many people who past through this life in 2022. Sadly, I don’t/can’t remember them all but when I saw this short video from TCM (Turner Classic Movies), the music and the cinemography touched my heart. So, I’m closing out this first week of 2023, with alook back at some of who we lost in 2022. Live life to the fullest, y’all. Live loud and free and joyfully.

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Thursday Thoughts – Universal Show and Tell

Bear with me here. It’s a new year and as I want to write more this year, I’m attempting to get in that frame of mind. This means that I want to get back to the messages from the Universe that either relate to writing or makes me think of writing. One of the catch phrases all beginning writers get thrown at them is, “Show, don’t tell!” If they are lucky, some experienced writer or teacher will explain what that means. The thing is, there’s a time to tell and a time to show, and now I’m humming the old Byrds’ song, “Turn, Turn, Turn” and I want to sing the chorus. Ahem. I will refrain. Trust me. Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. showing and telling. This is what the Big U has to say:

Anyone watching you, Silver?

Good. This is a double-secret exercise.

Pretend you just received a phone call with wonderful, mind-blowing, life-changing news!

As you put down the receiver, your arms fly up over your head with joy. Pumping fists, then waving palms, like you just crossed a finish line before throngs of adoring fans. You cover your face with your hands trying to contain the euphoria, but it doesn’t work, so you reach for the sky again while shaking your head in disbelief. You’re grinning, crying, and just so happy! YES! Life is awesome and you feel so grateful!

Got it?

Now if someone catches you doing this, just tell ’em it was your pet psychic who called, and they’ll forget everything they just saw.

XXOO,
The Universe
© www.tut.com ®

Show me what you want to feel, Silver, create the feeling within yourself, and I’ll then orchestrate the circumstances, however outlandish, that will help you feel it again and again and again.

Do you see what the Universe did there? It showed you the action. It set the scene. Then it created the action, paining a word picture of “you” doing that action. And I’m betting you *saw* yourself throwing your hands up and doing the whold Julia Roberts’ “Pretty Woman” woot-woot-woot. The takeway here is to actually picture the action in your imagination before writing it. That way, you have a guide to go be. Y’all know I write a lot of action scenes–fights, shoot-outs, etc. I’ve been known to act out the scene physically. Sword fight? Yup. In the middle of my office. The same with fistfights. I throw a mean right jab and left uppercut. I own weapons. On rare occasions, I will pull out one, MAKING SURE IT IS UNLOADED!!!!, and I will “mime” loading, handling, pointing/aiming, and pulling the trigger. I remember the feel the of kick in my hand or against my shoulder (pistol vs. rifle/shotgun), the tangy-sharp smell of the gunpowder, and the powdery-dry taste of the wisp of smoke created. I listen for the sound the bullet or shell (shotgun) makes as it hits the target. Metallic ping. Muffled slap (wood). Thwack against brick, stone, or concrete. Or the sploosh of contact with a body. Want to slap somebody? Well, your character, anyway. Slap yourself. Not hard. It stings. But hard enough to feel it–both in your hand and arm and on your cheek. Now describe what it felt like. Trust me, it’s not easy peasy but your readers will be far more invested in your story than if you say, “She slapped him.”

How often, as writers, have we been told to incorporate the five senses in our despription? A lot, for sure! This is the way to draw your readers in, to snag their attention and lead them to use their own imaginations to “see” the scene rather than just reading it. Show = See. But to do that, you have to see it first. And feel it. True story, I was writing a hospital scene where one of my characters–a strong manly man–teared up because he might lose the love of his life to cancer. I’ll admit, I rewrote that damn scene until I made myself cry. I was elated when I heard from readers that I’d made them cry too. Score! Home run! Goal! You, the writer, have to feel it before you can sell it to your audience. It’s easy to kill of a beloved or unexpected character to pull on their heartstrings but to do it based on a scene based entirely on the emotions and the actions of the characters feeling those emotions? That’s way tougher.

Anyway. Pretty sure y’all know this but I thought I’d toss a reminder out there with my own thoughts. And readers, we do it all for you, so please don’t feel excluded. I’m hoping that you gain some understanding to the art and craft of writing, along with the process used to create characters and stories for y’all to enjoy. Because when it comes right down to the nitty-gritty, y’all are the reason we do this. Any questions?

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