Every month, I say I can’t believe the month is coming to an end…and March is no different. LOL It’s been a weird month for me, I’ll admit. I don’t talk about my health too often – except to a the hubs and a couple close friends, etc – but it’s been a rough go lately. Well, not just lately, to be honest. I’ve been having some health issues for years, but sadly, doctors weren’t really listening or would blame it on my weight or some other stupid ass thing. Well, I’ve finally found a doc who actually listens. Who sat down with me and listened to everything…and kept prodding me to share more, to give him the WHOLE picture. Shocking and refreshing at the same time. As a result of that, the last month, I’ve been adjusting to some new medications. And, while I’ve been having really good results from taking them, it’s still a huge adjustment and it definitely has impacted my life.
I don’t have much to show, work wise, this past month, as I’ve been dealing with doctor visits, coming to terms with some things, and adjusting. I’m not going to carry on getting down on myself about that, because, all in all, things are improving and, for the first time in a very, very long time, I’m feeling better and have hope that it will keep getting better.
So, I’m just going to move on to what I want to accomplish for the next month. And that is extrememly simple. I want to get back to writing. Being able to focus on that, on doing what I love. I need to establish a routine for myself – as much as I’d love to say I’m a wild spirit, routine is where I function best. So that is what I’m going to focus on in April – getting a routine that works and getting back to writing.
It’s time for another Top 10. This week, we’re talking aobut the Best Things in Life. So, in no particular order:
A Good Book
An Ice Cold Cider
Doctors Who Listen
Medications That Work
When the Story is Flowing
It’s time for another Promptly Penned post. We’re all given the same prompt and see where it takes it. The prompt itself is in italics in the post (normally I bold but apparently that isn’t showing up anymore. 🙁 )
Willa should have known better. She really, really should have. She’d thought throwing a profile up on the dating site would help her meet some guys here. New in town, she’d been lonely. Her job was going all right, she supposed, but she wasn’t really connecting with anyone. Not even on a friendly level, let alone on a romantic one.
She knew some of it was because she was a bit…gun-shy when it came to opening up to anyone, whether they be potential friend or lover. And who could blame her? After the disaster of last time. She’d put herself out there, shared who and what she really was, and she’d lost everyone. And had basically been run out of town. Okay, there hadn’t exactly been flames and pitchforks, but the end result was the same.
So she’d started over, here, and after several months, she’d given in to impulse and had done a stupid thing. Not the stupidest, but definitely high on the list. She’d had more dates than she could keep track of – with dullards, jocks, pretty boys, aggressive asses… The variety had been there, for sure, but not in a good way. And tonight, was just another strike out. This time, a real creeper. Who grew creepier every freaking second. The only thing soothing her, at the moment, was he’d just walked her to her front door.
Not a smart move for the average woman, she supposed, letting a man she didn’t know bring her home, but – Willa ducked her head and smiled as she felt her magic swirl through her body – she was far from average.
“Thank you,” she said quietly, pulling her keys from her purse. She pressed her lips together, loath to lie and say she had a good time.
“Not going to invite me in,” Marcus said, lips quirking into a small smile.
She struggled not to sigh as she unlocked the door and pushed it open. It was a shame – he was quite handsome. If only his personality and the vibe he gave off so strongly matched his looks.
“Not after a first date,” she said quickly a
“Maybe after the next, then?”
The sigh couldn’t be held back, ths time. She didn’t want to be a bitch, but he couldn’t possibly think tonight had gone well, could he? Certainly not second-date well.
“I’m sorry, but -” She struggled to find a nice way to say no fucking way. “I don’t think we really connected, Marcus. Maybe you’ll have better luck with your next match.”
“Oh, I don’t think so.” He stepped forward, close enough she could feel his breath on her face. “Don’t think I’ll get luckier than I have tonight.”
Willa called her power, gasping when it didn’t answer, didn’t rise to her command. A cry followed as she was shoved backwards by an invisible force and slammed into the wall of her entry. Marcus stepped over the threshold and closed the door with a wave of his hand.
“Imagine my surprise when I walked into that restaurant and found someone with power as strong as yours.” He hummed happily. “Best match I’ve had yet.”
She shook her head, trying to clear it. “What?”
“Oh, don’t worry, sweet Willa,” he crooned, pressing against her and cupping her face, causing her to whimper slightly. “Shh, shhh, shhhhh. It’s okay. You don’t have to love me. That’s not what I want…though,” he smirked again, “I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
“Wh…wh…what do you want?” she managed to ask, cold settling over her as fear gripped her entire being.
“Your life, your magic… Not to put to fine a point on it, your everything.”
It’s time for March’s Photo Flash Fic. It’s a short one from me this month. Set within the world of my serial, Your Lies (feel free to follow the link and read the chapters that are up and the flash fic I’ve written in this world already.) I’ve revisited Kyle, who is the heroine’s bestie though they haven’t seen each other in a while.
“Why don’t you just get that fixed?”
I glanced up from the map and papers I’d been studying. Simmons, the newest recruit the powers that be had saddled me with, pointed at the cracked window.
“Or, fix it yourself? You know…” She wiggled her fingers dramatically. “You’re powerful enough to do it with little effort.”
I rolled my eyes. “Focus. We need to get through this information and—”
“Man, everyone’s heard about you. How quickly you moved up the ranks, the things you can do. I can’t believe they assigned me to you. Everyone is jealous as fuck, let me tell you.”
“Simmons,” I snapped, hands clenched on the table.
“Oh, you can call me Layla,” she said cheerfully. “Is our next assignment at the university? I heard some messed up stuff is happening there. I mean, Maddock Roberts is apparently hooking up with a magic user or a Sympathizer. Don’t know if I believe that… Who would be stupid enough to get involved with the poster boy of the anti-magic crowd?
Delia’s face flashed in my mind, and my magic surged, pushed outward with the force of my anger.
“Anyone who is anyone knows who he is so it’s not like she could claim ignorance. Do you think it’s true? Do you think she’s some kind of do-gooder, trying to reform h— Uh, what’s happening?”
Her face paled as she looked around the room. Everything around us shook—the table skittered across the floor, the raggedy couch and chairs did the same, and the door rattled on its hinges. And the window—the fucking window that started her incessant chattering… The cracks lengthened, webbing out until they hit the frame.
“It’s a reminder,” I bit out, motioning toward it with my chin.
“What does it remind you of?” she said in a near whisper as she stared at the window, wide-eyed.
“Not for me. For everyone else.” I braced my hands on the table, quelling its movement as I leaned forward and waited for her to turn her gaze back toward me. “A reminder to stay focused and not to piss me off. And, Simmons,” I said slowly, “listening to mindless gossip and speculating on something you have no knowledge of…pisses me off.”
“I’m sor-sorry, sir,” she stammered. “It won’t happen again.”
I drew my power back inside and nodded. “See that it doesn’t. Now, let’s get through this new information, shall we?”
Happy Wednesday! It’s time for another Top 10. This month is all about Disney movies.
I’m sure my list will be vastly different than others. It was difficult to choose, to be honest. In the end, I picked the ten Disney movies that have special meaning to me – for various reasons. 🙂
In no particular order…
And a couple honorable mentions, because I have no shortage of love for Disney movies…
February sure flew by. Damn. So, time to check in and see how I did with my goals for the month.
All in all, not a bad month. I’m happy with what I accomplished and looking forward to getting more done next month. Here are my goals for March:
This week’s Wednesday Randomness topic is “The Perfect Lazy Day”. This was harder to write than expected. LOL I mean do I write the perfect day I could have if money was no object, teh perfect day away from home, the perfect day I could have right now, right here… See? So many choices.
So, I went with the perfect day I could have, here and now. Then, I have realistic hope I can have a perfect lazy day soon, yeah? 😀 And it doesn’t take much to make me happy, to make a lazy day perfect.
The perfect lazy day will always include a nice relaxing bath, surrounded by candles, maybe some soothing music playing. A bath in a super clean tub that I didn’t have to scrub myself. In which I could soak and get all loosy goosy with no interruptions. Seriously, all of those details are incredibly important – I don’t have to clean anything but myself and absolutely no interruptions.
You know any day of for me, relaxing or otherwise, would include reading. And not reading I have to do. Honestly, I’m lucky – even the required reading in my life, I tend to enjoy, but it’s not the same as just reading for pleasure, is it?
It’d be lovely to have a day with no obligations pulling at me, keeping me from making a dent in my To Be Read pile or reading some yummy fanfic.
I’d round out the day by catching up on some shows. I’m ridiculously behind on so many. I could spend many days binge watching, but I don’t, because too much to do and just not enough time.
But my perfect lazy day would end with me curled up, all cozy and comfy, remote in hand, watching some of my favorite characters living their lives and adventures. And I’m fairly certain a glass of wine…or several…would play a part, as well.
Make sure to see what the other Wednesday ladies would do on their perfect lazy days.
**apologies for the late posting…don’t know what happened when I scheduled this…
it didn’t post when I set it to. 🙁 **
Time for February’s song flash fic. This month’s song is “Angel With a Shotgun” by the Cab. Have a listen if you like:
I love this song, and have had something simmering about it since we chose songs for the year. I’m going to visit the world of my Albion’s Circle series for this one.
I’ve also written other flash fiction set in this world, if you’d like to have a read. 🙂
Hope you enjoy this one, and what the others have come up with for “Angel With a Shotgun”.
I slowly walked down the stairs. I’d slept longer than I planned. Hell, I hadn’t planned on sleeping at all until Arthur pushed his way into my room and forced me. I’d slept long and hard—if I didn’t know better, I’d suspect Arthur had magic and used a spell on me. I’d clearly needed the rest. Physically, I felt better than I had in a while, and more importantly, my mind was well clearer.
Not that I’d say or admit anything to Arthur. That would just get me his patented smug, knowing look—his fucking royalty bleeding through—and more fussing in the future.
I followed the voices through the lower level to the kitchen. I stopped in the doorway, leaning a shoulder against the jamb, and bit back a sigh.
Not everyone was here—the newer members of our group were absent, as were some of the knights. I swallowed thickly as the face of one knight who would not join us again in this life filled my mind. Cursing inwardly, I shoved that aside, unwilling to spiral down that hole. Not now.
Arthur, Owain, and Lancelot sat at the large table, Owain pointing out something on his laptop screen to the others. Galahad and Will stood at the stove, playing grab-ass as they cooked. And Anna…my Anna was a few feet away, whisking eggs. I couldn’t see her face, but sadness radiated from her, and my heart ached. With the knowledge that I’d had a large part in bringing about that sadness. That more would come. It was inevitable. It always was.
The weight of responsibility, of duty, pressed down on me. The oppressive feeling all too familiar. It was an old friend, my constant for hundreds of years, for lifetimes. Only a handful of times had I shamefully wished it away. Those moments of weakness, when grief and despair and loneliness had taken their toll, never lasted long. Because I knew, I remembered, what I was fighting for.
The Circle was formed for that, after all. We vowed our lives—every one of them—to protect the world from Magical threat.
My friends. Those I loved.
Arthur…the Circle…those who had bound themselves to us, to help us in our quest. Those I’d mourned again and again, and vowed to keep safe every time.
My Anna. Sweet Annwyl. I looked at her, heart aching still. Not with sadness, but with the depth of the love I had for this woman, the lengths I was willing to go to keep her safe and with me.
Then, slowly, she turned and met my gaze. And time stood still. It was only the two of us. She moved across the room and stopped in front of me. Eyes narrowed, she lifted her hands to cup my face and stared. Then, seemingly satisfied with what she saw, she nodded.
“Breakfast is almost ready,” she said softly, raising up on her toes.
I closed my eyes when her mouth pressed against mine. My magic pulsed and swelled…and rejoiced when hers answered, twisting and twining with mine, wrapping around the both of us.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“Hmmm,” she hummed, pulling back. “I know.”
Her smile took my breath away, as always. I’d stopped wondering long ago—so long ago, back in Camelot—if she’d ever stop having that effect on me. Anna and her magic would always overwhelm me, take my breath away, and make my heart ache. I accepted that more easily than any other fact of my life.
“I love you, too.” She held my gaze a moment longer than turned away, moving back to help her brother and Galahad finish with breakfast.
Yes, the weight still pressed down on me—the responsibility, the duty—and I had so much to do, but I knew what I was fighting for. I knew who I was fighting for. I would take all the weight, all the shit thrown at me, all the shameful moments I had to bear for what I had here. For her.