by Sarah | Nov 2, 2013 | Books, Changing Tracks, WeWriWa, Writing
Welcome back to the Weekend Writing Warriors!
I’m still keeping you all intrigued with the beginning of the series [amazon_link id=”B00BEMN5SC” target=”_blank” container=”” container_class=”” ]Changing Tracks (The Dominion Falls Series book 1)[/amazon_link].
In this 8, Jane has met a cowboy who calls himself Johnny after literally running into him on the street. After agreeing to an apology cup of coffee, Jane is filled with growing unease. It’s made worse when he suggests some people would want to forget their whole lives as she has:
His hand shot out to grasp hers tight, pulling it closer; dark eyes leveled at hers. “Ain’t everyone led a privileged life. Some wanna escape, prefer to be unknown, free; don’t you think?”
In a flash he grinned again, releasing her hand. She pulled it back to rub the feeling away. “If that’s true, then they’re fools. Having had memories and a life ripped forcibly from me, I can’t imagine entering such a state willingly. Now I must go.”
*Creative editing was used, I admit it…:D
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by Sarah | Nov 2, 2013 | All About Me, Story of Me
I honestly don’t know what got me started on it.
I wasn’t one of those little girls that grew up dreaming of being Miss America.
I wanted to be Wonder Woman.
Or Princess Leia (minus the kissing my brother part).
Or on Broadway would suit me fine.
All I know is that I ended up signing up for the Junior Miss Pageant (the ONE year they tried to ‘dignify’ it by calling it ‘Young Woman of the Year’). And in the same year I signed up for the Miss Indianapolis Teen pageant.
Two pageants, one year.
I didn’t win either of them.
I won secondary awards. Fitness, presence and composure, finalist talent, non-finalist talent. I made it to the finals of one, 4th place over all.
I have to say…
I had a crap-ton of fun doing them. I knew I’d never do another one, I didn’t care to. I’m so glad I had that experience.
From the pressure of performing at the top of my game and being quick on my feet to the answers. To the endless rehearsals for the silly little dances they had us do.
The camaraderie of the pageant brought me friends during my senior year I didn’t have the rest of school.
The general stand-offishness of everyone in the other pageant that led to me just glad it was over.
I learned a lot, and I gained a lot, and I look back on it with immense fondness.
And yes, I kept my plaques.
by Sarah | Nov 1, 2013 | All About Erik, All About Home, All About Me, All of Us, NaBloPoMo
I have two tales of raccoons…one with a happy ending, the other…well…I figured for the first day of NaBloPoMo I’d be nice and not ruin the month too early.
This first story happened not too long ago, right here at this house with that big fat sucker in the picture over there. <<—
That is my driveway that Mama Coon was perched on, right over the gulley and the pipe that runs under my driveway where she lived with her babies.
Where she would come out regularly and pull any tiny scrap of food out of one of our trash cans that we lost the lid to. Even if it meant strewing crap across three yards to do it.
To make matters better, her and her little brats started to chew and rip at our shingles as the weather turned colder. They wanted IN.
They would destroy our roof to do it.
So we, naïvely perhaps, called animal control.
After all, they were being destructive to property now, not just purely a nuisance.
The best advice he could give us was this…(it’s been a while, the words might not be exact):
“You have a big trash can? Good. Set a trap and catch the raccoon. Fill a good tall trash can with water and drop the trap in. They drown real fast, don’t worry. Once she’s dead, wrap her up in a big trash bag and throw her away. Get all three of them, or they’ll never leave.”
Erik and I stared at each other slack-jawed for a while. We thought about Denver, quite young at the time, and what he would think if he caught wind of what happened. Plus, really? That’s flat out cold murder. It’s not hunting (which I’m fine with) or euthanization of a sick pet (which hurts but is sometimes necessary). It’s flat out murder.
Not cool, dude.
In the end we opted for trap & release. We’re fortunate enough to live on the border between suburbia and rural. We borrowed three traps, got all three of those buggers caught and took them miles away and released them.
In some cases, the less humane option is vitally necessary (as the other coon story will show)…but not every single time.
~shudder~ Could you kill a coon for no reason when the trap and release option was just as easy?
by Sarah | Oct 31, 2013 | All About Me, Blogging Life, NaBloPoMo
Considering my brain-dead-ness since Denver went into the hospital, I got a part time job, and life in general just blew up with activity…
I knew it was time for drastic measures.
Since BlogHer took over NaBlo it’s a monthly challenge, but I like the old challenge days when it was just November.
Still, I’m doing it. I always find it sparks me back to life and at the very least I have prompts when my own ideas are just not coming thanks to work, or kids, or husband, or home, or writing, or any other source of disruption in my life.
So tomorrow it begins.
I’m diving in again.
It’s been a long year, but NaBloPoMo, here I come again.
by Sarah | Oct 29, 2013 | Books, Changing Tracks, Dark Territory, Secret Cravings Publishing, Writing
Back to Hump Day Hook!
Another week of [amazon_link id=”B00FE1AVOU” target=”_blank” container=”” container_class=”” ]Dark Territory[/amazon_link]. I’m not ready to give her up just yet. But, this will be the last week for a little bit. My Christmas story will be out in just over a month, so I’ll be introducing you to Ivy and Alan in preparation for its release!
This week we’re supposed to do something spooky…which wasn’t my plan for the last week of visiting Dominion Falls for a while…but…then again, it’s pretty good. This is told from the POV of my villain…as he’s seeing Jane – or is it Constance? Is all of this really happening?
Any thoughts of keeping silent fled as her temper flared. “You’ve killed and hurt innocent people for your revenge. You’re deranged.”
She disappeared into the shadows, reappearing a moment later. No. It couldn’t be. How is it she looked like Constance? Constance was gone. What did she do?
“Constance.” A burning pain ripped through his stomach a moment before he heard the small pop of a gun.
“You will not die easily, Alan, but you will die for the pain you caused me. You wanted me to love you. You wanted me to join you.”
“Constance. You did.” It wasn’t Constance. It couldn’t be.
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