Wednesday Randomness: My Life’s Mission Statement

Happy Wednesday. Today’s topic is My Life’s Mission Statement. I kind of have two. One is a general life one, and the other is specific to writing.

The first – it’s actually a quote. I have this put where I see it daily. The quote is often attributed to John Wesley, though there is some debate if it was truly said/written by him. Regardless of who said it, it’s something I try very hard to live my life by.

The second – my mission as a writer.


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Kris Norris
Paige Prince | Siobhan Muir

January 2018 Song Fic – “Dog Days Are Over”

It’s time for the first flash fic of the year. This week, our inspiration is one of my favorite songs – “Dog Days Are Over” by Florence + the Machine.

Though, I’ve found, just because a song is a fave does NOT mean it will be easy to come up with a flash fic! But I’ll give it a shot… LOL Going off the opening line:

Happiness hit her like a train on a track
Coming towards her stuck still no turning back

Loosely connected to my (poor, super-neglected) serial, Your Lies.


I didn’t bother turning on the light as the shadows lengthened around me. Sitting in the dark… Well, it helped. Not nearly enough, but enough for the moment. And I wasn’t thinking beyond this moment. Soon enough, I’d have no choice, but for now, I was just going to sit.

I didn’t regret what brought me to this point. I couldn’t…not ever. Not with my daughter sleeping down the hall.

When I’d met her father… God. I scrubbed my palms down my face, cringing at the wetness on my cheeks. Meeting Sam was like getting hit by a train. Before I knew it, I’d fallen in love him. Worrying about his magic, and what that would mean—for him, for me, for the family we’d start—didn’t even enter the equation. Not at first. Not even as early as it should have. I wasn’t stupid, after all. I knew how magic users were viewed, the dangers they faced. But what was that in the face of love? Maybe I was stupid…because Sam was gone now. Taken, killed… I didn’t even know.

And I couldn’t even properly feel, properly mourn. Not when I had to keep my daughter safe. My Delia, who had her father’s magic flowing so strongly through her veins. Who wielded her power with hardly a thought. Who could be taken from me just as easily, as suddenly as Sam had been.

I straightened in the hard kitchen chair, shaking my head at the thought. No. No one was going to take her. I wouldn’t let that happen. I may not have been able to stop Sam—the fucking nobility that had helped me fall in love with him had driven him to risk far too much for others like him—but I could keep Delia safe.

Nothing else mattered. Not my feelings, not my grief, not my fear. All that mattered was Delia. Her safety. I closed my eyes, pictured Sam in my mind. I’d do this for him, for the love we had. The living and breathing love that was our little girl.


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Gwendolyn Cease
 Kris Norris | Siobhan Muir

Wednesday Randomness: Promptly Penned #25

My flash fic is late. Boo. Past few days have been rough (mostly insomnia o.O) so I decided to choose some positive self-care and put myself to bed early the other night…and do my flash fic later. And I’m much better for it, so wooot #teamselfcare!

This week’s prompt, as always, is in bold in the story.


Cassie opened the fridge and pulled the chocolate cake from the top shelf. She’d made the stupid thing for Ryan, becasue it was his favorite, to celebrate his promotion at work. That was before she’d heard from her sister – who had heard from his sister – that he’d planned on ending things with her. Apparently, his parents had convinced him that Cassie wasn’t right for him.

She snorted as she straightened. She’d known they wouldn’t like her and Ryan going from friends to something more – not after “the scandal” – but she’d honestly thought Ryan would last more than a fucking week of officially dating before questioning things…and here they were – less than a week, and he was breaking it off.

Well, fuck that. She’d allow herself however long it took to demolish this cake to wallow, then she had to move on. And make better fucking choices. Because this last one? She wasn’t just losing a boyfriend, but the boy who’d taken her hand in kindergarten and claimed her as his best friend forever.

Who was she kidding? She was going to need more cake. Because moving on was going to take a helluva long time. She wasn’t even sure it was possible. How do you move on from losing someone who starred in twenty-five years of your life?

“Starting without me?”

Cassie yelped, the fridge door slamming shut as she spun around, fumbling to keep the cake from dropping. Ryan leaned against the doorframe, the corner of his mouth tugged up in that blasted half-smile that never failed to give her butterflies in her stomach.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she blurted.

He tilted his head to the side, brow furrowed. “Thought we were celebrating tonight?” he said slowly. “Did I get it wrong?”

She blinked. Stared. Then blinked again. “But you… Joanna told Beth…” She snapped her mouth shut and inhaled through her nose. “You broke up with me.”

“Really?” he drawled, pushing away from the doorjamb. “Funny…I don’t remember doing that.”

“Well, you’re going to.” She frowned. “Aren’t you?”

He shook his head, mouth twitching into a smile, again. “What have I told you about listening to our sisters? Never ends well, sweetheart.”

“So, your parents didn’t try to convince you not to see me anymore? That being associated with my family would be- Hey!” she exclaimed as he slowly moved toward her. “Take one step closer to me, before you explain yourself, and I swear to God, I’ll…I’ll…she held the cake up threateningly, “I’ll  drop this cake! I’ll do it! Don’t test me!”

His stride didn’t even falter.

“I mean it, Ry!”

“Fuck the cake.” Stepping up to her, he met her gaze as he lifted his arm and knocked it against hers.

She watched the cake drop, watch it explode across the floor and splatter on their feet and lower legs. “I can’t believe you just did that!”

“I can’t believe you thought I’d break up with you. Don’t you get it, yet? I don’t care what my parents say. I don’t care what either of our families say or even think. I don’t care that your dad embezzled millions and ran away and caused ‘the scandal’. All I care about, all that matters, is you and me.” He cupped her face gently. “Cass, you’re my best friend, and I love you. I’ve loved you since we were five, for fuck’s sake. Nothing and no one is going to change that.”

Her eyes burned, and her breathing hitched. “I love you, too,” she managed.

He grinned then leaned down. When his mouth settled over hers, everything seemed to slot back into place – everything was good, again. Except…

When he pulled back, she glanced down at the chocolate mess they were practically standing in. “It’s your favorite,” she murmured.

“Nah.” He pressed another kiss to her lips. “You are.”


Bronwyn Green  | Deelylah Mullin | Jessica De La Rosa
Kris Norris |Siobhan Muir

Wednesday Randomness: Wordless Wednesday

Reclaiming My Writing Corner (goodbye, Christmas tree), Cleaning Stresses the Dog, Cold Travels, Lazy Days and Wha??


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Jessica De La Rosa | Kris Norris
Paige Prince | Siobhan MuirTorrance Sené

January 2018 Photo Fic – “Winter”

Happy New Year!

Today is a photo flash fiction – we’ve rounded up 12 images and will be writing something inspired by them…1 a month through the year.

Here’s January’s image:

“Winter”

“Come on, Nic. Look how gorgeous it is!”

I didn’t even look over at my brother. Sitting stubbornly and stiffly in the passenger seat, seatbelt still fastened, I stared out the windshield.

He wasn’t wrong – it was gorgeous. The blanket of white covering the ground was only marred by the tire tracks of another idiot who had ventured out after the snowstorm we’d had the night before. Snow clung to the bare branches of the trees and the wooden fence that lined the tiny country road. Yeah, gorgeous. One might even say picturesque.

But that didn’t sway me – I wasn’t deceived.

“Seriously,” my brother continued, “just a quick walk. It’ll be refreshing.”

I snorted. “Yeah, right. It may be pretty as fuck, but winter is just like the stuck-up popular girls at school.”

“Really?” he drawled.

I could feel his intense stare but kept my gaze focused on the deceptive scene before me. “Yep. Gorgeous enough to take your breath away, but underneath it all, a complete and utter bitch who will only hurt you. And in the end, you’ve only yourself to blame, because deep down, you knew it. You just let yourself get swayed by prettiness.”

“Wow.” A long pause. “Just wow.” The engine roared to life, then he said, “You’re going to die alone, you know that, right?”

I lifted a shoulder lazily. “Yeah, probalby. But I’ll be warm and won’t hate myself.”


I don’t even know… Seriously, blame my sleep-deprived brain for that little nugget. Oh, and the fact I’m in the UP right now – one of the most beautiful places on Earth, IMO, and enduring snowstorms and freezing temps. My feelings for winter may have bled through.

Be sure to check out what the image inspired the other bloggers to write!


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Kayleigh Jones
Kris Norris | Siobhan Muir 

Looking Back & Looking Forward

That’s about all I can say for 2017…bye bye!

It’s been a rough year – for a lot of reasons – and I’m glad to see the end of it.

I am grateful for the things I’ve learned, though, about myself, about what I want to be doing, and about what is standing in my way (Spoiler alert – I’m the thing standing in my way a lot of the time.)

I’m not going to revisit the goals I made at the beginning of 2017. I’m determined to leave the past in the past and move forward.

With that in mind, I’m going to look forward to what I want to accomplish in 2018.

Continue making self-care a priority – I did pretty well with this the past year, though toward the end, not so much. But that did make it very clear to me just how important self-care is and how necessary it is. This includes moving more, eating better, sleeping more (omg, need to sleep more!), taking time for me (whatever that looks like in the moment), and being kinder to myself.

Continue blogging regularly – We’ve got out schedule for the next year all laid out, and I’m really excited about it.

Keeping my house in order – I’ve found the better I am this, the clearer my mind is. Cluttered surrounding, cluttered brain, apparently. Hmmm, I guess this kinda falls under self-care, in a way…

Say no more often – This is where the standing-in-my-own-way thing comes in. And I’m owning it. I’m the one who says yes to everyone because I want to help, I feel guilty when I say no, etc. I’m trying to change my mind-set on this because it is okay to say no, especially when it interferes with or blocks what I want/need to be doing.

Be more positive – It is so easy to focus on the negative stuff, and I find when I do that, it’s a sickening, soul-sucking spiral, and then, I can’t see the positive at all. So, this year, I’m determined to focus on the positive as much as possibly can (Side note: I just read an article about how when we focus on the negative and complain, complain, complain, it affects your brain physically and makes negative thoughts all the more easy to process…or something like that. It’s late, I’ll admit, and my word-smithing skills are tired. LOL But the basic gist is our brains are about efficiency, so by focusing on the negative, we hardwire our brain to go down that negative path more easily.)

Write daily – Sure, some days, getting huge amounts of words isn’t going to happen, but there isn’t really a day when I can’t get at least 100 words in. I need to kick the all-or-nothing mentality, because every little bit counts. It all adds up.

Release 4 books – I’m not gonna lie…I’m tempted to make that number higher, but I’m not going to. I’m going to focus on writing four awesome books and releasing those in 2018. If I write more, great, but this is my goal.

So, bye-bye, 2017.  And, 2018…


Bronwyn Green 

Bron & Jess’s Big BUJO Giveaway!

It’s no secret that Bron and I aren’t the most organized people in the world – you can stop pretending to be shocked! 😛 – but we’re getting better all the time. Bullet journals have been a huge help in that respect.  The great thing about bullet journals—or bujos, if you will—is that you can organize them in whatever way works best for you.

Now, Bron’s layout is super simple (her words!), and that works well for her. Mine is a little more complicated – I bring it upon myself, but it really does work for me. Some people have elaborate layouts with intricate drawings. Some people use stickers and stencils and all that jazz. Me and Bron? We really love washi tape. I mean, we love it a lot. Like…probably an unhealthy amount.

To celebrate our love of washi and bullet journals, we’re giving away three of our favorite Piccadilly lined journals with handmade covers (by Bron – she’s a freaking wizard!) and three gift bags full of washi tape—twenty-seven rolls each!

Each journal cover features an external pocket for pens and markers (pictured pens aren’t included, though, so you can put your favorite pens in there. Come on, you know you have a favorite…) and two large internal pockets for loose papers, rulers, stickers, stencils, etc. When the journal is full, you can put the cover on a new one. Oh, and it also comes with a matching bookmark.

Please note, you don’t have to use this as a bullet journal. It can be whatever you want. A dream journal, a travel log, a place for story notes or lists or recipes…

Good luck to all!

US entries only. (The Midwestern girls in us feel we should apologize for that, but we can only ship prizes in the US, right now, so there it is. :D)

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December Song Fic – “Chances” by Five For Fighting

Last song fic of 2017! This week, we’re inspired by “Chances” by Five for Fighting.

Even though I love this song, it took me a while to come up with something, but I finally did. I’m actually revisiting a flash fic I wrote – the first song fic I wrote for 2017. Kind of bookending the year. LOL

You could read this on it’s own, but if you want to take a look at the piece – it’s a short one,

Albatross by Susan McKeown


God, I was going to barf.

I fiddled with the coffee cup in front of me and focused on breathing slowly—in and out, in and out—hoping it would calm my nerves.

A simple coffee date shouldn’t fuck me up this much. I didn’t even know if this could be considered a date.  And it was so far from simple it wasn’t funny. Meeting your husband for coffee after not seeing, or even speaking to, each other for nearly a year… Yeah, not remotely simple.  I bit back the hysterical laugh that bubbled up.

I had no idea what to expect. The last time I’d talked to him had been right after he’d left me. Oh, how I’d hated him them. Or I’d thought I did. Who knew? Maybe I actually did in that moment. Hated him as much as I loved him. Because the love hadn’t gone way. Even when I was drowning in the pain that had eventually driven him away, I’d loved him so much.

Now, months later, there was no hate. Just gratitude that he’d done what I couldn’t. I would have clung to him, to our marriage, until my last breath. And I had a feeling that would have killed the love—slowly and painfully and to the point of no return. He’d been strong when I couldn’t be.

Now, I was filled with a sickening mix of hope and fear. The fear was winning, by far. For all I knew, he’d moved on, and this was some kind of act of closure for him. I swallowed thickly and straightened in my seat. If that’s what this was, I’d deal. I may not have been strong then, but I was now. And I wouldn’t fall apart.

The bell above the door jingled, drawing my gaze as it had every time, and my breath caught painfully. Fuck, he looked good—healthy and tanned, his dark hair wind-tousled, his jeans and t-shirt molding his body.

Seeing me, he smiled and strode through the shop toward me. I rubbed my damp palms over my denim-clad thighs and pushed to my feet. He didn’t hesitate when he came close—he pulled me in a tight embrace, face turned into my hair. I heard him inhale deeply then let out a long sigh.

I squeezed my eyes tight, trying to hold back the tears that threatened. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I leaned into him, soaking in his warmth. When he pulled back, he brought his hands up to my face, cradling it as he stared down at me.

“I missed you,” he murmured roughly. “Thank you for meeting me. I was afraid you’d… I wouldn’t blame you if you told me to fuck off after…everything.  I…I’m so sorry.”

I shook my head. “No apologies. Please. It took me a while, but I know you did what you had to. For both of us. It’s okay.”

He pressed his lips together then huffed out a short laugh. “You were always too forgiving. Especially with me.”

I rolled my eyes, then we both sat at the small table. “Oh, do you want a coffee?” I asked.

“Not yet,” he said quickly. “We need to talk.”

My stomach dropped. This was it. Shit.

He reached out and took my hands. I looked down and couldn’t hold back the tears this time when my gaze landed on the gold band circling his finger. The sight pushed the hope inside me higher.

“How have you been?” he asked quietly, his thumb dragging over the ring that still sat on my finger. Was he as relieved by the presence of my wedding ring as I was by his?

“I’m good. Better. Still have some bad days, but I don’t think that’s ever going to go away. She was our baby, and she’s gone” I took a deep breath and met his gaze—so full of understanding. “But I’m not lost in the grief anymore. I’m…good.”

“I’m glad.”

“Are you? Are you good, I mean,” I blurted. “Did you get what you needed by leaving?”

“Yes…and no.” His fingers tightened around hers. “I hated myself for doing that, but I…we needed the time and space to heal. It was too hard—dealing with my own grief in the face of yours. I just wanted to make it better for you, and I couldn’t, not when everything I was feeling was so—”

“I know,” I said when he choked on his words. “I know.”

He smiled, eyes glistening. “So, yeah, I got what I needed, but I missed you so fucking much. I missed us.”

“So, this isn’t you…breaking up with me for good?” I joked weakly, even as panic tightened my throat.

“What?” His eyes widened. “Is that what you thought?”

I lifted a shoulder. “I didn’t know what to think, to be honest.”

He stared at me for a long moment. “I spent the last month trying to build the courage to call you. I was so afraid you had moved on, maybe found someone else, who could give you what you need.”

“You did give me what I needed,” I protested. “Even if I didn’t see it then, even though it was so damned hard and hurt so much. You were always good at that—giving me what I needed.”

“I love you,” he said simply.

I inhaled sharply. “I love you, and I missed you, too, missed us. There isn’t anyone else—how could there be? And, yes, I have moved on—away from that dark place I was in—but not to where I wouldn’t want to be with you.”

“I’m not asking to come home,” he continued. “Not yet. I don’t think rushing into that would be good for us. We can’t pretend the past year didn’t happen.”

I nodded slowly, practically holding my breath as I waited to hear what he had to say.

“But I do love you and want to be with you, so much I can taste it, but I think we need to go slow. Would you…” He wet his lips. “Would you go out with me?”

I laughed, feeling light for the first time in a long, long time. “Yeah, I would totally go with you. So, this,” I gestured around the coffee shop, “is a date, then? I’d been wondering that since you called.”

He grinned, relief clear in the way he relaxed back in his chair, still holding one of my hands. “Absolutely a date.”

With that, the hope overcame the fear, and I found myself looking forward to the future again, to trying to get back something I’d lost and building something new, something stronger. And no matter the outcome, I knew it ‘d be worth it, because if anything was worth taking a huge risk for, it was love. My love for and with this man.


Bronwyn Green| Gwendolyn Cease | Kris Norris | Siobhan Muir

Wednesday Randomness: Top 10 Gifts for Writers

I can only speak for myself of course, but I’m gonna share my writerly wish list. Some of these will be very general and some specific.

In no particular order:

Books – Fiction books, books on craft, books on self-publishing and promotion… Doesn’t matter. I will take ALL THE BOOKS. 🙂

Notebooks – I’ve never met a notebook I didn’t like. Well, that’s not true. But regardless of how much or little I like a particular notebook, it will never be wasted. I have them and use them everywhere and can always use more.

Pens – I have a problem with pens. I have so many and will always always get more. From simple ball point pens to fancy fountain pens…I want them all. And when I find a pen that writes well…I stock the F up. In a big way.

Comfy seating – So, I don’t have an office – comes with having a houseful of kids and family. So I want this

to be able to write in bed without my back paying me back for days afterwards.

Booze – Wine, cider…I’m not pick. And this…I honestly want this just for the name/bottle, but I do like a good splash of whiskey. 

New computer – While my trusty MacBook is trudging along, I would love a new computer, right now.

The last three? Not gonna lie – come straight from my Etsy wishlist. 


Bronwyn Green | Gwendolyn Cease | Kris Norris | Paige Prince