Monthly Archives: October 2010

Two days to go

Well I must say, I’m feeling just plain groovetastic.

Weight watchers is my new best friend. In fact, I may just marry it. As of this morning – and my 6th official weigh in – I have lost a smidge over 10 pounds, my 5% mark. Love love love that.

Shortly after that I ran a 5k and did two minutes better than my last timed race. Rocktastic.

And last but not least, after having written a teensy bit on my novel recently I think I’m ready to tackle some more. The way I left off with my novel could actually be an end point, so I may pick up from there for Nanowrimo. So in two days – writing writing writing!

I’m feeling good. Maybe even inspired.

Maybe it’s the weather.

What about you? Does nature do anything to inspire you?

Oh, and since I’m feeling so good I thought I’d share. This is from a super awesome show that was, after an act of insanity, cancelled. George Michael on Eli Stone.

Feel good everyone.



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High winds are not a cheapskate’s friend.

As I lay here on my bed with my laptop perched precariously on my screen-free window sill while 50mph winds blow past me through the gaping porthole a thought comes to mind: wouldn’t it make more sense to just get a
wireless signal of my very own?

Rubbish. Fiddlesticks. Nonsense!

I’ll admit it. I’ve been known to be cheap. To find a way to get something/do something in unconventional ways if it means saving myself time/money/hassle/etc. This happens to be one of those things. I have a hard time rationalizing paying for home internet when 1) I can dangle dangerously from my bedroom window during gale force winds and magically find my way onto the internet and 2) I can name over a dozen different places around town where I can plant myself safely and use some public high speed.

On one hand, it does twist the knickers of success for an aspiring blogger to have no ready and reliable connection at home for when, say at 1:35 in the a.m. inspiration strikes.

On the other hand, if I had unlimited and uninhibited access to all things webby I would lose a dear old friend: a wonderful (in my own mind) reason to procrastinate when it comes to my writing.

Decisions, decisions.

In the meantime, here’s a random but super cool video that you can spend countless minutes – dare I say hours – procrastinating with.

Frankie Manning (at 70-something years old, mind you) demonstrating the dance he made famous around the world, a Swing line dance called the Shim Sham.

Oh, and check out Frankie Manning’s birthday video from fans all across the world. Super awesome.

(up next: to nano or not to nano, why Life Sucks a little less, and why I hate computers with touchpads)

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Oh the times…

… they are a’changin’. For the good, of course!

I’m heading into my third day of timeliness for clinicals (power of positive thinking, peeps!) and it’s going, well, just peachy. I keep forgetting little things, but as one of the nurses said in response to that lament, I’ll always feel like (I do) that.

Second, I won a little ole writing contest sponsored by the lovely Regan Leigh. Tied for first, really, but hey! I won! Woohoo! It was fun and the judge’s comment about my piece was fun and enlightening to read. Now if only I could get back into my novel… *sighs, looking longingly out the window

Thirdly, I have been losing weight like a CHAMP, I tell you. Floating like a little less of an elephant these days, I am. And if things keep going this well – man, I don’t know what I’ll do with my skinny ole self. But I’m sure I’ll find something. 😉

Alrightee then… so more fun stuff to come soon. No, really, I’m serious this time.

Don’t look at me like that, I can do it.


So there.

Stay tuned for more bloggy goodness from yours truly.

Peace and hair grease


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Flash fiction – it’s a first!

Here ya go. A flash fiction piece based on prompts from Regan Leigh’s blog. Feel free to let me know what you think…

I used to stay away from the woods.

Silly, I know. But for a guy who grew up watching every slasher movie ever made – where all the best slashes happen after some helpless, clueless, shoeless girl wanders out of the cabin/house/tent and into the dark and menacing woods nearby wearing nothing but a nightgown and a look of horror – ‘the woods’ hold a special place of loathing in my heart. If I must venture forth into the wooded unknown, I’m smart about it – daytime, cell phone, well-hydrated, never too far from the tree line. Bowie knife. As a general rule, however, the woods and I don’t get along.

Then there was Katelyn. The new girl on campus, she moved into the dorms just after fall semester started. Every guy in Adams Hall wanted a piece of that action, but she was untouchable. Chicks that hot didn’t mix fluids with the peon first years in Adams. So naturally, when she spoke to me, I assumed she was talking to someone else. She had to tap me on the shoulder to get my attention. When I looked up I saw this goddess. She bobbed her head as she spoke, and her hair swished across her face. One time she had to pull a few strands from between her lips. Her glossy, plump, juicy – oh and then she laughed and touched my arm and whoa. It was like a mini dose of the electric chair. That perked me right up. She was asking me if I could give her a tour of the campus grounds, show her where the different halls were, the party houses, that sort of thing. I couldn’t form words but I could move, so I nodded yes. And then the giggle and the touch and a kiss on my cheek and she was gone. Thank God I remembered the time: 7:30pm. Tonight. Adams’ front steps.

After my last class I headed to my room and spent the rest of the afternoon bustin’ out what homework I could. It was 6:57pm when I looked at the clock. Just enough time to get my triple-S on – shit, shower and shave – and head out to the front of the building.

The sun was setting, so as she sauntered over to my perch on the steps she was bathed in this pinky gold haze. Her brown hair floated between her shoulders in loose curls and her eyes sparkled like the shimmer in her lip gloss. She was wearing a long, white dress that ruffled with the breeze and some sort of sweater thing over her shoulders. Before I could say a word, she glided up the steps, reached down and wound her arm around mine and we were walking.

Everything was hazy and surreal. Her words drifted through my head like a dream, and it was like she was leading me around campus, not the way other way around. But it was comfortable and nice and I went with it. When we finally decided we’d seen it all we headed back to Adams. But then Katelyn made a turn toward the back of the dorm. That’s when I started to get a grip on my senses again.
She was walking us straight toward the woods.

“Not really much to see back here, Katelyn.” My voice sounded strange.

“Just looking for a little privacy ‘s all.” Katelyn’s voice sounded different, too.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide my growing fear, but I didn’t care. The tree line was really close now. “There’s all the privacy you want back in my room, my roommate’s outtie for the weekend.”

“Nope. The woods are perfect. Come on, you’ll love it.” There was a grating edge to her voice and she tightened her grip on my arm as she sped me through the first few feet of the woods.

“No thanks, girl. Think I’ll just head back in.” I tried to slow my pace but she held on tighter and her head swiveled back to glare at me. “What the – ” Her shoulders were still facing forward as she continued to speed through the trees. My heart flipped and twisted in my chest as Katelyn’s swivel head turned back around and the last of the campus lights faded into the night.

There wasn’t the slightest hint of a wind, but I could hear the trees start to rustle. It sounded like they were rustling to each other. To the left. Over to the right. Left. Then right. In front of me, Katelyn’s head jerked right and left as the trees rustled back and forth, like watching a ping-pong game, and she sped faster through the trees. I don’t know how she wasn’t running into them in the dark like that. It was almost like they cleared the way for her.

Then she stopped.

The rustling stopped.

And we were standing in a clearing surrounded by trees.

Katelyn let go of me and stepped away and I tried to run, but something wound itself around my feet and I fell to my knees. I reached down, felt a jagged vine there and gave it a tug. With that tug, Katelyn came barreling into me feet first, screeching, the vine an extension of one of her legs. An instant later she shot straight up and let out a howl like a creaking tree. She looked down at me and thick, woody vines shot out of her mouth and through my body, pinning me to the ground there. The pain was hot, searing and everywhere. My scream only lasted a few seconds before roots grew down my throat and burst through the back of my neck. The last thing I felt was my body stretching, like something pulling me in a dozen different directions.

“Look at this, students. We’ve got two trees who’ve grown together. Notice how the trunks twist around one another. One tree was probably stronger than the other. Now look over here…”

I hate the woods.

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