Monday, January 28, 2013


Back in October my lovely rescued puppy choose some prime real estate on which to relieve himself. My computer. Since then I have been posting on the "fly" - from laptop, cell phone and even a tablet (the last two are great for drafting but terrible for formatting...).

This has made it difficult to reply to comments, to post as often as I would like, and has made networking a virtual nightmare. Every one of my social media accounts has suffered, and I feel like an ass hat for not being able to comment appropriately (sometimes at all) on the excellent work of other bloggers.

I am happy to announce that my actual desktop is back online, sans urine, and I am feeling much more alive than I was, say, three hours ago. Yay computer!

Sunday, January 27, 2013

#SixSunday - #WIP - Episode 1: What a Bloodless Mess

It's the last official weekend for Six Sunday and to mark it, I'm posting the start of a new project I started working on last night when the drive to write it outweighed my drive to study for my physics final tomorrow.


Michael was in one of the flag draped caskets being off loaded onto the tarmac.

"You sent him back in a coffin?" I asked, my fury mounting.

"Casey, it's the only way to get a dead soldier home," her reply was much too casual, and I chalked it up to her being on another continent and thus far, far away from my ability to poison her.

"How do we even know he's dead when I haven't had a chance to look at him?"

"Calm down Casey," Adler warned. "He may not be dead, but he has no blood, and in the human world, exsanguination typically means death."


I hope you're all enjoying this fabulous last weekend of January.

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P.S: Happy Birthday to my mom! She just turned 29. Again. ;)

Sunday, January 20, 2013

#SixSunday - Desolation - Episode 25: How Do I Tell You...

Good morning my lovelies.

This week sees Andie trying to figure out how best to answer a question about death. Given her area of expertise, one would think it would be easy...


I was stalling. Not because I didn't have the answer, but because I didn't have the words. How does one explain to a child - a child barely out of diapers - that their entire world had been ripped apart because of one selfish act?

I thought back to my mom's best friend, murdered by her estranged husband in the prime of her life, and wondered how the news had been broken to the children - the babies - left behind.

It was never a good time to ask my mother about events of her past. I sighed, sat down on the toilet, and pulled out my cell phone.


My exams are right around the corner, but before I hit the books, I'm going to be heading here with my coffee.

Have an excellent Sunday!


Saturday, January 19, 2013

Wake Up Call

It's Saturday morning and I have waited ALL WEEK LONG for this day. Why? Because I finally would be able to sleep in. I had nowhere to go, no reason to get up before at least 730-800. It was me and my pillow. We had been planning this rendezvous for quite some time.

So about six this morning I'm sound asleep and suddenly I'm smelling something rank. I, naturally, automatically assume that the cat has defecated somewhere in my room, totally forgetting that my puppy is sleeping in his crate at the foot of my bed.

By this time the stench has disturbed me enough that I am twenty five percent awake. I ask Flint if he's OK. When he doesn't respond I start the terrible process of getting up.

Normally this would take a good half hour, but I'm seriously suffocating by this time and I want to know what the hey is so smelly.

Understand that my room is not large and the windows are closed because this is Canada, people, and it's freaking cold.

Puppy is perched in the corner, the malodorous stench bringing tears to my eyes, and poo is smeared all over the bottom of his crate.

It has foot marks in it.

Here I will remind everyone that it's six in the morning. What to do with a poop covered (white!) puppy at six am?

I go bang on my roomie's door, apologize for waking her up, but I need her assistance to prevent smearage all over the furniture.

Forty minutes later everything is right in my world again and I'm lying on the couch (because my room has lingering scent issues) and thinking about the post I did a few weeks ago for Six Sentence Sunday in which the pup smeared poop all over my main character's new sofa. (You can catch it here.)

In the back of my head I can hear Andie laughing. That's karma baby.

Have a great weekend!


Sunday, January 13, 2013

#SixSunday - Desolation - Episode 24: Oh Those Hippos

Happy Sunday my lovelies.

So it's the very end of another week - a long one, with back to school and working. Some days I'm convinced that sleep dislikes me, it usually stands just beyond my grasp.

Today I rescued the pup from the Martha Stewart Pets square thing that my sister had given to him, five minutes earlier. It was wearing a bow tie. In the next day or two something else will be wearing a bow tie. Let's just say it's not going to be the dog toy. Who puts such things on a toy for dogs, anyway? That's the same as handing a baby a bunch of teddy bear eyeballs and telling them to have fun.

This week I am pillaging sentences from early on in the manuscript, not from lack of writing (surprisingly), but for lack of writing anything worthy.


I woke up the next morning in much the same state as I had the one before - the hippopotamus feet dancing on my bladder at four thirty in the morning made the mad crutch for the bathroom extremely interesting. And slightly dangerous.

Half an hour later I was leaning on a single crutch staring into my closet. There weren't many cast friendly options sticking out at me. For the most part I had been wearing tracks and, occasionally, jeans that flared in the legs to accommodate the monstrosity that was my leg.

Unfortunately, going back to work meant that I needed to dress the part. I stood staring, hoping that something would come flying off a hook and slap me in the face.


I'm spending the rest of the day listening to my son and his buddies make oinking sounds and roll of the floor laughing over mooshrooms in Minecraft. (A mooshroom is a red and white cow with mushrooms sprouting out its back, in case, like me, you didn't know.)

In between bouts of laughter I'll be checking out the posts here on the Six Sunday website.

Have a great day!


Sunday, January 6, 2013

#SixSunday - Desolation - Episode 23: Nobody Does it Better

Happy New Year!

It's the first Sunday of 2013!

Last week saw an accident on the couch, compliments of the new puppy. (Missed that? Check it out here.) See what this week holds below:


Mentally I counted to ten, then kept right on going. When I reached seventy-five I pulled out my cell phone and text James. It was his idea to keep the damn dog, I was going to leave it to him to clean it.

Of course, any woman knew that letting anyone besides herself clean up crap on the couch was make believe. I would let him think that he was cleaning it up, but the minute he left the room I would be on it with scouring pads and a hand held steam cleaner. No one, not even James, could clean up my couch to my exacting standards.


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Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Writing Tip

Use the camera on your cell phone.

I know what you're thinking. I should stick to my day job and not dole out advice. If you're not thinking that, fear not, because I am.

I use the camera on my phone, and even have a fancy Android app called cam scanner (you can find that here), because I'm the kind of person who will write on a napkin, a roll of toilet paper, myself, and even a coffee filter, should paper not be available. Yes, I could just pull up a writing app on my phone, but sometimes I need the physical act of writing to stimulate the synapses in my head.

Now that we know I'm that kinda writer, its also relevant to know that I'm the kinda person who will wash the writing off my body, or toss the crumpled up napkins without making sure they aren't literary masterpieces. It's cold season, people.

What I've been doing is writing and then taking a snapshot, or scanning it. That way I have the writing, and don't lose the BEST SENTENCE OF MY LIFE, by passing it on to my son so he can blow his nose.

Good luck!


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Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Goodbye, 2012!

My son was born ten years ago on January 1st. Tonight, as the New Year - and his birthday - approach, he is with his buddy in his room playing minecraft and listening to the minecraft parodies on youtube.
2012 was a hard year for us, and him especially. I won't go into much detail because I'm running short on space and frankly, it's boring, so let's just say that I hope 2013 is a better year.
I want to live life forward without dwelling on the past. In some cases that's not possible. I'm greeted at the door by an eight month old white shepherd rescue who is a constant reminder of who I've lost. Honestly, as I sit here writing this, I realize that I need him to keep me grounded. I am a different person than I was the day I said goodbye to my best friend. I'd even go so far as to say I'm a stronger person.
I'm not much for resolutions and this year is no different. What I am hopeful for is to take my experiences and learn from them.
Major goal for 2013? Get my manuscript (Fall From Grace) finished and ready for publication.
Happy New Year. May 2013 bring you all the joy you deserve.
And of course, Happy Birthday to my Boomaster.