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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Wednesday Words: It’s Simple

A new year and the first Wednesday deserves new words. Technically, 2/3 of this snippet was written last week (and I got an honorable mention from last week’s #ThursdayThoughts judge!) I have to admit that the prompt was a good one. **”It’s not that simple.”** So that’s our inspiraton for today’s challenge. No more #1lineWed prompts. The person who took it over when I and the organization who originally sponsered the Twitter account has decided their conscience won’t let them stick around. No skin off my nose. I haven’t checked the hashtag to see if anyone else took up the mantle. Anyway, here’s a slightly expanded version of my original 250 words for Thursday Threads. The scene is pretty much self-explanatory.

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Kin didn’t look up as a warm body dropped onto the barstool next to him. “I came down here to find some peace and quiet,” he muttered.

Loch laughed deeply and four women turned their heads to give him appreciative looks. “Ya came to a noisy bar full of people to find peace and quiet. Tell me another tale, mate.”

“Fine then. I came down here to get away from the lot of you.”

“The lot of us or Meg?”

Kin snapped his mouth shut. Loch always saw too much. When the bartender approached, he pointed to his bottle and held up two fingers. Moments later, full bottles landed in front of them.

“Have ya nothin’ to say, boyo?” Loch tipped his beer bottle and drank but his gaze stayed fixed on the man sitting next to him at the bar.

Kin stared at his hands which remained clasped around his own bottle. “What’s to say?”

“Ya could start by admittin’ the cailín is yer mate.”

“It’s not that simple.”

Loch snorted. “It’s not?”
Snarling, Kin drained his bottle. “No, ya bloody fool, it’s not. I’m a feckin’ Wolf. She’s…” No more words came.

“She’s what? Beautiful? Intelligent? In love with yer sorry arse?”

“She’s…” Again words failed him. Then he found some. “Her father’s a bloody Major-general. Her mother’s a movie star.”

“And?”

“And I’m a feckin’ Wolf.” Kin growled, the sound rumbling in his chest loudly enough the bartender turned to stare at him.

“Aye, Kin, ya are. And because yer a Wolf, you’ll love her and keep her safe for all of her life. You’ll bend over backwards t’make her happy. You’ll never stray. You’re honorable. And I’ve heard it said that you’re on the dark and sexy side.” Loch held up his hands, palms forward in a “now take it easy” gesture. His eyes glittered with humor. “Not that I would say that. You bloody well snore loud enough t’wake the dead and there’s nothin’ sexy about that.”

After taking another sip, the Irishman clapped Kin on the shoulder and continued. “She know’s what’cha are and she hasn’t run away screaimin’ like a banshee. She’s yer mate. Claim her. And yeah, ’tis that simple.

Kin could only hope.

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There it is. I wish I could say that the new year has started off with a bang but Real Life is still trending. Makes me want to snarl a little bit like Kin. Today is a new day. I’ll do better. What about you writers out there? How’s your writing going this year? (All 4 days of it so far! 😉 ) Feel free to grab the prompt and forge some new words. Readers, how’s your life going so far?

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Tuesday Treats & Titles: Zucchini Dragon Cake

So, I was digging around for recipes to tie in with one of my books. I so totally need to get a new book published because I’ve pretty much covered almost all of my books. Anyway, I came across this Chocolate-Zucchini Cake recipe and I had a 💡 moment. My good friend B.E. Sanderson is an absolute wizard when it comes to zucchini. She also writes awesome books. And she does a cool thing for other authors–she’ll buy, read, and review books by authors new to her whose books are underappreciated. Well, *I*love her books but yeah, she’s not that well known so hey, I’m featuring one of them today–SONG OF STORM AND SHROUD.

Level: Easy
Total Time: 1 hr
Prep Time: 30 min
Cook Time: 30 min
Yield: 6 to 8 servings

Ingredients
Unsalted butter, for the pan

1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour, plus more for the pan

1/2 cup plus 1/3 cup semisweet chocolate chips

1/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder (not Dutch process)

1/2 teaspoon kosher salt

1/2 teaspoon baking soda

1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg or allspice

1 1/4 cups sugar

1/2 cup plus 1 teaspoon extra-virgin olive oil

2 large eggs

1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract

1 medium zucchini, grated and squeezed dry

1 teaspoon honey

Directions
1 – Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Butter the bottom and sides of a 9-inch-square cake pan. Dust the pan with flour, tapping out the excess.

2 -Toss 1/2 cup chocolate chips with 1 tablespoon flour in a small bowl. Whisk the remaining flour, the cocoa powder, salt, baking soda and nutmeg in a medium bowl; set aside.

3 -Beat the sugar, 1/2 cup olive oil, the eggs and vanilla in a large bowl with a mixer on medium speed until smooth and pale, about 3 minutes. Add the flour-cocoa mixture; beat on low speed until combined, about 2 minutes (the batter will be thick). Add the zucchini and beat until combined, about 2 more minutes. Fold in the flour-coated chocolate chips with a wooden spoon.

4 -Transfer the batter to the prepared pan and bake until a toothpick inserted into the center comes out clean, 30 to 35 minutes. Transfer to a rack and let cool completely.

5 – Make the glaze: Combine the remaining 1/3 cup chocolate chips, 1 teaspoon olive oil and the honey in a microwave-safe bowl. Microwave on medium-high power in 30-second intervals, stirring, until the chocolate is melted. Spread over the cake, then cut into pieces.

I found this recipe on the Food Network website. There’s even a video. CLICK HERE for all the info. See, I’m not a big squash fan and will only occasionally eat fried zucchini, but in a chocolate cake? Oh yeah. I’m temped! And, since I immediately thought of B.E., I thought of the last book she published. It is an epic fantasy. It is suitable for teens and adults both. There are dragons and magic and kids fighting the evil that wants to take over their land. In other words, it is all kinds of awesome! And people need to read it. Heck, it’s only $4.99. You can barely buy a cup of coffee for that and this book will give you far more satisfcation and for a longer time than a cup of coffee would. So go buy her book. Fantasy not your thing? She also writes mystery, suspens, and dystopian thrillers. See? Something for everyone, just like this recipe. I mean, heck! HEALTHY chocolate cake! What’s not to love? Go grab a copy of SONG OF STORM AND SHROUD. Just click on any pic with the cover or the title. It’s available at a wide variety of on-line book sellers. Go now! You heard me. Shoo! Then make the cake and read the book. Easy peasy.

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