Thursday Thoughts: Universal Living

I’m still breathing. Promise. And I AM being somewhat productive. Revisions. New words. I’m pretty much back in the swing of things. Except for social media. I don’t know why I have such a hang up about social media at the moment. It’s silly. I know it is. But it’s like my phone phobia. I HATE calling on the phone. It started when I was a kid. My mother would tell me to call the Palace Theatre (the local movie theatre) to find out when the movie was showing. How hard is that? I mean, really!?!?! But it was sooo hard. This is why I’m not in sales. Cold calls give me panic attacks. Seriously. I can talk to anyone face-to-face but anonymously? Go figure. Anyway, speaking of living and childhood, the Universe comes to the resuce once again…

Remember when it was really fun, Silver, to catch raindrops on your tongue, walk under archways because they were there, and roll around in the sand at the beach? To go all the way to the store for a tiny treat, lie on the grass looking for “God” in the clouds, and make scary monster faces in the mirror? To watch the stars because they were winking at you, count the flowers in the garden by the door, and put Cocoa Puffs up your nose?

Well, Silver, I’m happy to inform you, most of it still is.

Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h…
The Universe
©www.tut.com

Whoohoooo, Silver, you’re alive!

There are days when I wonder if I am because it often feels like I’m just drifting through. And then I get caught in the rain. And find an archway to duck under. I’d rather roll in the grass and if I’m going to the store, it’s for a BIG treat–like ice cream. Or a Starbucks. 😉 And yes, I find things in the clouds and make scary monster faces at Stormy. I watch the stars every night when I go out with Boone before bedtime, and I love the flowers in the garden, even if I don’t have much of a green thumb. And I can unequivocally say that I have NEVER stuffed Cocoa Puffs up my nose. It was Fruit Loops. So, yeah. I AM alive and lemme tell ya, it sure beats the alternative. What about y’all?

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Wednesday Words: Through A Glass Darkly

Some weeks, it seems like the only new words I get are due to #1lineWed or #ThursdayThreads prompts. This week, it’s “Though a” and “What do you think?” This scene is pretty much a continuation from last week’s snippet, in case you’re wondering. Let’s get to it…
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Meg watched Dalton retreat, brow furrowed. Something was going on and she had the distinct impression that she was caught in the middle of whatever intrigue these guys had been discussing. What the heck had Kin meant when he said he was a wolf and not a circus lion? She’d caught the sidelong glances Loch occasionally cast her direction when he thought she wasn’t paying attention. She was also acutely aware of Kin’s… She glanced down at him. His what? His attention? That seemed too mild a term. She often found him watching her with an intensity that felt both flattering and scary, like she was his favorite obsession.

She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped one foot. “Well? Since Dalton is a chicken, that leaves you to explain. What is it you aren’t telling me? And what do circus lions have to do with anything?”
Kin remained on the ground. He’d wanted to court her, let her get to know him before he shared his darkest secrets. Explaining he was a wolf shifter and that she was his mate? That would truly float like a lead balloon. “Nothing.” There, that answered both questions. Her expression said it hadn’t. “Fine, What do you think we were talking about?”

Her nose crinkled. “Me. I want to know why.”

Wishing the earth would open up so he could fall through a big hole, he rubbed his eyes again. “Yes, you. And what you are to me.”

“What am I?”

“Mine.”
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Well, Kin certainly has some ‘splainin’ to do, yeah? Poor dude. And if I was Dalton, I’d be running for the nearest ocean because as long as he’s on dry land, Kin can catch up to. Too bad they are in the Carpathian Mountains and there isn’t a body of water in sight. Authors, what have you put your characters “through” lately? Readers, “what do you think” is going to happen next?

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Tuesday Titles: Watcha Readin’?

Once again, I find myself with a recipe for a book that isn’t finished. And I’m lazy. Rather than dig for a recipe for a book that more than likely has infinite recipes attached to it, I’m going a different direction today. Tuesday is the traditional day for new releases in traditional publishing. And yes, I did use the word traditional twice. One of the new releases today hit my Audible app sometime overnight. I’m never sure if the new books release at midnight Pacific time, where the ‘Zon is located or Eastern time because that’s where the big publishing houses are located.

I’m on a marathon reread of Christine Feehan’s Shadow Rider series. I’m on book 4 and have two more to get through before I start the new release SHADOW FIRE. I have a love/hate retionaship with this author. I stopped reading several of her earlier series because they started reading a lot like cut-and-paste. I tried her MC series, populated by Russian bad guys with big hearts but those things were all about the sexy times and not much story to back it up. I’ve stuck with the SR series despite all the sexy bits and repetition–she REALLY likes to pound (with a sledgehammer) the reader over the head with the emotional/character flaws. Trust me, I get the idea after the first five times. Why do I keep reading her? Bbecause I like the characters and this series–at least–has enough story and action (OUT of the bedroom) to keep me insterested. I do skip through those bits often. FYI, I stuck with her Carpathian vampire series through like 20 or so books.

Anyway. That’s what I’m listening to.currently. What are your reading/listening to? What series/authors do love that are auto-buys? (And I’m not fishing for a “complitment!) I’m looking for new “talent” to add to my TBR pile because it’s like June before the next book I have on pre-order hits. I needs stories and characters to occupy my headspace until then. And since I go through anywhere from 150-250 books a year, there’s a LOT of headspace to fill. 😆

The books are in your court. Curreent read. Favorite author. Favorite series. Ooh! How about favorite book of all time? (That would probably be JD Robb’s NAKED IN DEATH for me.) Pony up, people! Inquiring minds want to know.

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Monday Flowers

(c) Silver James, 2013

I’m totally glad that last week is over and done.Tuesday was the 27th anniversary of the OKC Bombing. I’m on an upswing of emotions, despite totally vegging out yesterday. We had storms Saturday night and I’m always a little on edge. Sleep was light and the storm front and rain cooled off the temps. I turned off the AC and opened windows. The house cooled down and I was pretty darn comfy under the covers watching softball. I also have irises blooming. Big dark blue ones, like the one pictured here. Pretty. Also, my peony is getting bushy and the giant phlox are sprouting up. I ❤ flowers, especially the kind I don’t really have to baby because…totally have a black thumb. LOL

Speaking of, my OSU Cowgirls swept Texas. They played Friday evening, then there was a tornado warning so Saturday night’s game was postponed until yesterday. They played a doubleheader. OU swept Iowa State. My Cardinals won 2 of three against the Reds. They’re still leading the NL Central but it’s a tight race.

There was writing and revisioning done last week. Not much writing but some new words on CROSSFIRE. I thought I’d finished RESCUE MOON revisions but then I woke up with an idea and it’s taking more writing than I originaly anticipated but that’s a good thing. It means a longer story, right? Right!

We had lots of Stormy time last week, and much shuffling of cars when BaseBall Boy’s Jeep needed two rounds of repairs. Only and Stormy ran the Memorial 5K on Saturday (she beat her personal best by 30 seconds!) and then they turned right around and ran the 1.2 mile Kids Marathon, which is more of a fun run. Only ran that one with her camera to get candid shots for her job and then se was back for the full Marathon Sunday morning to get more photos. The Museuim and Marathon are clients of her agency. Proud of both of them. I could probably do a 5K in about the same time the good runners complet the full marathon in. 🙄

On that note, I’m off to Wallyworld for my weekly grocery run. We may or may not be grabbing Stormy after school. BB’s game schedule is a bit fluid at the moment. How are things in your world?

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Friday Sinema: Heroes

As a romance author, I’m always on the look out for a good hero. And a song. So enjoy this clip from “Shrek II” with an awesome soundtrack, a great hero, and as whippy cream on top, Puss-n-Boots Eyes™. Have a great weekend!

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Thursday Thoughts: Universal State of Mind

So. Depression. PTSD. Brain fog. I normally don’t get too deep into deeply personal stuff–at least not in/on social media. That said, I feel like I owe my readers some sort of explanation. I’ve been fighting the depression for a year now. It ebbs and flows, as it does. And that’s okay. I can usually deal with it. But when the flow coincides with Tuesday’s date, it can get ugly. And it’s been pretty ugly lately. I’ve seen and done a lot of things in my life. And each event leaves a layer on my psyche. Hell, that’s the way it works for all of us, yeah? *nods* I’m not special. I don’t deserve extra care or attention. It is what it is. And it’s damned  inconvenient, which pisses me off, which makes me want to get better, which depresses me when I don’t, and….so the spiral begins. It suchs. But it is what it is and I usually deal. This year, the date snuck up on me and since I conldn’t pinpoint a cause (until like…Sunday! 🤦🏼‍♀️ ), the spiral was tighter and faster as things seemed to spin out of control. Figuring out the trigger to this semi-prolonged episode was a 💡 moment. I think I’ve managed to slow the downward spiral, if not actually stop it. Yesterday, I got ten pages revised. Today, I hope to get at least 20, if not finish the book. No pressure. Baby steps. And all that jazz. I know my head. Which is both good and bad. Anyway, that’s my story. Here’s a message from the Big U that helped me get my head on a little straighter on Tuesday. I hope it brings a little ray of sunshine to you.

Silver, what wouldn’t you give to live, love, and be happy, deliriously happy, forevermore?

Well, that’s just it, you needn’t give anything, Silver. Just decide to live, love, and be happy, deliriously happy, from this moment forward.

And I shall provide,
The Universe
©www.tut.com

Silver, there are no other rules when it comes to these things.

 

One more “story,” if you will. I was out Tuesday, driving, when I got a call from my oldest best friend (and former roommate from college and after). She knows me–sometimes even better than LG, which is saying something. She’d come across something dated April 29, 1982, and she thought about calling me on that date. Instead, she had the urge to call me on the 19th. Luckily, I was pulling into a parking lot shortly after our usual chit-chat ended. She said, “I have something I want to read to you.” And she did. It was a bit of prose. I’m pretty sure I have a copy of it stuffed in some forgotten file somewhere around here because I’d written it. By the time she was done, we were both crying shamelessly. Damn, but I’d needed that. The reminder that I CAN write from the heart as well as the tears. By the time we said goodbye, I knew I was gonna be okay. I knew the way up. And I’m headed there. And yeah, I just need to decide to live, love, and be happy. How about you?

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Wednesday Words: Hoops

Once again, I managed to tie two birds with one thread. Or something like that. This week’s #1lineWed THEME is **HOOP**. Last week’s #ThursdayThreads prompt was “How’d that work out for you?” I’m still trying to add new words to CROSSFIRE, and every bit of inspiration and/or word prompts help. Hopefully, things will lighten up around here (ie. my head space) now that I’ve diagnozed the problem. More about that tomorrow. Today is Wednesday and that means words!
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“Have you told her?”

Kin opened one eye to stare at Dalton. Who looked like an eager puppy hoping for a treat as he crouched in front of him. He closed that eye in an act of dismissal. “Leave me alone, mate.”

“You need to tell her.”

Damn but he was a feckin’ insistent bastard. “What do you know about it?”

“Loch says you need to tell her, and I spent enough time around the Wolves of the 69th and their mates to know Meg will freak out if she finds out by accident.”

Surrendering, Kin curled to a sitting position, his ab muscles protesting just a little. He focused his attention on Dalton, his glare intense as he studied the other man. “You ever told a woman you have gills?” Dalton’s left hand automatically covered a spot under his ear as he tucked his head against his right shoulder to hide the gill on that side, The truth in Dalton’s posture was plain to read. Kin had figured correctly but pressed home on his point. “How’d that work out for you?”

Defensive now, Dalton curled his upper lip. “I didn’t actually tell her. We went snorkeling. A kid was drowning, caught in a rip tide. I went to the bottom to save him. She saw me.”

“And?”

“And nothing. I convinced her she hadn’t seen me actually breathing underwater.”

“You ever go out again?” Kin nodded, satisfied when Dalton didn’t answer. “I rest my case.”

“But Meg is your—”

“I know what she is, Dalton.” Kin scrubbed the heels of his hands over his eyes, annoyed by the gritty feeling left from his lack of sleep. “I’m a Wolf not some trained lion in the circus so I’ll not be jumpin’ through hoops for anyone. When the time is right—”

Kin broke off as Dalton’s eyes widened and he sputtered, “Uh…hi , Meg.”

“Right time for what?” the topic of their conversation asked in a voice far to saccarin for Kin’s peace of mind.

Dalton stood in one fluid motion and flashed an uneasy grin. “And that’s my cue to exit stage left. Bye, Meg.” Dalton took off.

Under his breath, Kin muttered,“Bloody hell.”
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Yeah, totally busted. Y’all can guess where this is going next. 😉 Writers, do you have words to share matching either prompt? Readers, what’s worked out for you lately and did you have to jump through any hoops to get there?

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27 Years Ago…

At 9:01 a.m. at the Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City, the unthinkable happened. “Ground Zero” is now a place of rememberance. Thos of us there that day will never forget…

This gateway, made of granite panels, depicts the time–9:01 a.m.–the moment time stopped in downgown Oklahoma City. ©2013 Clary Carey, used by permiossion,

OKC Murrah Bombing Memorial: chairs and reflection pool ©2013 Clary Carey, photo used with permission

Yeah, and that’s where my head has been…

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Friday Free-For-All Spring Pics Edition

Spring has spring–sort of. We had frost on the tulips Thursday morning. And while we haven’t had many April showers–sadly, as we REALLY need the rain–I do have some flowers to share and it’s not even May yet. 😉

Earlier this week, I walked out onto the driveway and suddely realized I had wisteria busting out all over. One day, there was bare vines. The next, there was all these lacy fronds filling the air with the gently sweet scent of wisteria. If I set the pictures up right, you can click on them to get a bigger version. Sadly, no honeysuckles yet, and no sign of my peony plant, but I admit I haven’t looked that hard for it.

 

True story. I follow the Smart Bitches blog and they have a deal called HaBo–Help a Bitch out. If there’s a romance novel that you can’t remember the title of and maybe you have only vague details, you can email them and they’ll throw the request out to the Bitchery. It’s very seldom they or their readers fail to come up with the right book. I was about to email them because during this marathon relisten to Suzanne Wright’s intertwined series and doing so reminded me of a book. There were plot points and when one of them didn’t pop up in one of the early books, I decided it was a book from a different series. The two things I really remembered was that the heroine was a sculptor and had a cool house and she got caught in a basement by the killer. I wasn’t sure the details were actually from the same book. I thought the basement scene was in  the book I’d been reading. It wasn’t. So after a couple more books, I got it my head that the book I semi-remembered belonged to a different series but I really wanted to read it. I was about to email SB when I finished one of the books and started the next. Guess what? Yup. It was the book book I’d been thinking about. In my defense, it had been 3 years and almost 1K books since I’d done this series.

Here. Have some more pics. I call these snowdrops, but not sure if that’s actually what they are. They pop up each year in various places but usually bloom late February/early March. I’ve found them in my yard, and in various flowerbeds. Not all of them bloom. It’s weird. But I’m sooo not a gardner! Mother Nature was so drunk this year this one didn’t bloom until this week. The second pic is a clump of wild violets. I love these little perennials. They make me smile. Some people consider them to be weeds. Not me. I love their leaves and the delicate little flowers.

Another true story. Remember I said the computer shut done spontaneously (or Boone stepped on the power strip) and after rebooting I could NOT find the revised edition of SEAL MOON? I spent literally DAYS searching in my files, in the cloud, and on the hard drive for it. Nada. That loss helped trigger this latest round of Stupid Head Space™. Well, for some reason–probably a Microsoft update–my computer shut down and rebooted. The Word icon was still on my task bar so I clicked on it. A blank document opened with a recovery window–that had like 10 documents listed. You will NOT freaking believe what one of them was…!!!! YES! The revised copy of SEAL MOON!!!!! Sometimes the tech gods toy with us and sometimes they take pity on us after they play. Yes! I have it saved On the hard drive and in my Dropbox account.

And my final random thing is a pic of Loki playing hide-n-seek with the flowers on the dining room table. Since I started the week with a pic of Pistol Pete, who is currently BACK in the garage and who pooped in my laundry basket on clean clothes I hadn’t put up yet (and yes, they ARE all rewashed, deoderized and put away, which will teach me to put away the launder ASAP), I thought I would share the cuteness that is Loki, Demon Cat of Mischief and Mayhem.

Today is Good Friday and the beginning of Passover. Sunday is Easter. Wishing you all the best this spring season. Have a great weekend.

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Thursday Thoughts: Universal Circumstances

Ah, the best laid plans and all that. Due to circumstances and on account of because, my brain is still rebelling. I’m hoping today’s message from the Big U will help. Because yeah…

It may seem a bit backwards for some, Silver, but the first step one might take towards rearranging the present circumstances of their life is to stop dwelling up on the present circumstances of their life.

But for you it’s probably a no-brainer.

You’re not like anyone else.
The Universe
©www.tut.com

Second, Silver, they might start visualizing the circumstances they want, as if they already existed. Right. Duh-h-h-h-h-h…

Duh IS right. Still working, still appreciating y’all’s patience. Still cursing the things inside me that don’t want to cooperate. It should be a no-brainer but sometimes it’s so much harder than it should be. Still, y’all rock my world and keep me working on making me better. Thanks for that.

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