Wednesday Randomness: Top 10 Things I Should Do But Don’t

Before I start in on my top ten, I want to say thank you to the fantabulous Kris Norris. You may notice that my website and blog have had a makeover. And Kris did the heavy lifting in that! And it looks beautiful and I love it so much. So THANK YOU, Kris!!! MWAH.

Now, on to the top ten things I should be doing but don’t. In no particular order…

Quit smoking. 

Sleep more. 

Eat better.

Drink more water.

Exercise regularly.

Write daily.

Treat my writing as a career.

Take more me time.

Stop procrastinating. 

Be less harsh to myself.

 


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Gwendolyn Cease
 Kris NorrisSiobhan Muir | Torrance Sené

 

Wednesday Randomness: January 2018 Brain Dump

This is likely to be all over the place. Lots going on. It was a snow day today, so my quiet day of working and writing quickly disappeared.

I’m still desperately trying to find the balance in life. Some days, I think I’m getting closer, but other days… Like now, mostly what I’m thinking about is how behind I am on pretty much everything.

The hubby is traveling again, so I’m taking another trip on the single parent train. It’s not too bad, though, with 2 of the kids driving – drastically cuts back on my running around. And the oldest just got his own car, so that helps even more. But it’s still not easy when he’s gone…not just because of day-to-day logistics…

BUT…after he gets home, I’m running away. I’m going to be in Michigan for a bit – which includes invading Bronwyn’s house, likely driving her family nuts, and getting to see some of my other fave people, including some of the other Wed bloggers. I can’t wait. I need the break away from everyday craziness, the chance to see friends I don’t get to see often enough, and the time to just write without other things pulling at me.

I’m having conflicting feelings about the fact my oldest is turning 21 in a week. He’s a great guy, and I’m so proud of him, and I feel like I’ve done something good and right in this world when I see the man he’s becoming, but omg, my baby is turning 21 – how is that even possible?

So, yeah, that’s what’s been on my mind. I need to play catch-up tomorrow, so I’m going to sign off and get my ass to bed. 🙂


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Jessica De La Rosa
Kellie St. James | Kris Norris
Siobhan Muir | Torrance Sené

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 #24

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: Top 10 Things I Believe to be True

Happy Novemember!

We have a top ten today. Top 10 Things I Believe to be True.

10 – It’s never too late to change.

9 – And change is necessary. (Even though it will be hated and resisted)

8 – You have to take care of yourself before you can take care of others.

7 – Miracles happen.

6 – You are drawn to the people meant to be in your life.

5 – It’s okay to ask for help.

4 – The relationships I have – with my husband, my children, my other family, my friends – are worth putting the time and effort into. They are worth fighting for…every single day.

3 – There is more good than not in the world – even if the good is more quiet/hidden than it should be.

2 – In the face of questionable or horrific action, being silent is as bad as or sometimes worse than making excuses for that behavior.

1 – Love is love is love is love is love.


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Gwendolyn Cease | Kris Norris

October Song Fic – “Call Me Crazy” by Travis Collins

Time for a flash fic. We’re writing flash fic inspired by Travis Collin’s “Call Me Crazy”

I had a hard time with this one – don’t know why. Finally went with pulling some lines and coming up with something from those… The lines I went with are:

To the life we had
To the rules we broke
To the plans we made together that you left to me alone
To every dream, every good night kiss
And so you had to leave
Did you have to leave, like this


I stared at the number on the screen, chest aching. I shouldn’t call him. I knew that. Really I did. But… It felt like I needed to. Until now, I’d had no way of getting ahold of him. I’d had nothing but memories of the life we’d built together. And the unbelievable pain his leaving had caused.

Then, I’d heard Ryan talking to him on the phone—fuck, just hearing his name had jumpstarted something in me, made me feel alive when I’d just been existing all these months.

I hadn’t hesitated, when Ryan had ducked into the bathroom, in grabbing his phone, finding Dominic’s number, and plugging it into my contacts.

That’d been four days ago. Four days of telling myself I shouldn’t call. Four days of remembering the years we’d spent together, happy and in love, and dreaming of a future. Four days of picturing him in my head, imagining his smiles, his soft, sleepy goodnight kisses, the way he would look at me as if I was all he needed. Four days of knowing I was going to call, eventually, because how could I not? Finding his number, now, was a sign, right? A sign that we could make this work again. All I needed to do was call.

Mind made up, and fingers trembling, I hit “call” and brought the phone to my ear.

“Hello?”

Oh god, his voice. My stomach clenched at the sound. Memories had nothing on actually hearing it again. I wet my lips and swallowed the lump lodged in my throat.

“Dom,” I breathed.

A long silence. I pulled the phone away, saw the time still counting up on the screen, then tried again. “Dom, it’s me.”

“You shouldn’t— Fuck.” He sighed heavily. “Goodbye, Grant.”

“No, no! Wait. Please! Don’t hang up,” I pleaded, hating the fact I was begging but, at the same time, grateful because I could still hear him breathing on the other end. “I just needed to hear your voice. I…I…I miss you.” When he didn’t respond right away, I asked, “Don’t you miss me?”

“No.”

I frowned at the harsh reply then shook my head.

“You don’t mean that,” I whispered. “You love me. I love you. We’re meant to be together. All the plans we made…the dreams we had for a life together… That doesn’t just disappear, Dom. It just doesn’t.” I shoved a hand through my hair, pulling slightly on the strands. “I’ve been thinking, remembering all of that. I can’t stop thinking about you. How you look when—”

“Well, try harder,” he snapped. “Or if you want something to think about, something to remember, remember that last night. Or were you too drunk to remember clearly? Because I remember it all too well.”

“I said I was sorry, and I am. I never meant to hurt you like that. It won’t ever happen again,” I vowed, even as his beautiful face, bruised and bloody, filled my mind and made me want to vomit.

“I’ve heard that before. Believed it the first couple times you said it.” He sniffed and cleared his throat. “The man I fell in love with left long before I walked out the door, Grant. All the plans, the dreams? Were destroyed long before that night, and you know it.”

“Dom, please, give me one cha—”

“No. No more chances. You already used them all up.” Then, voice quieter, softer, he added, “Keep getting help, Grant. Get better. Be happy.”

The click echoed in my ear—just as loudly as the slammed door all those months ago had, and yet somehow, more final than anything I’d ever heard.

“How can I without you?”

Of course, that was the question I’d been asking myself since that night. And hearing him again, I was farther from an answer than ever.


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

Wednesday Randomness: Promptly Penned #21


It’s time for another promptly penned – we all start with the same prompt and see what we come up with. I changed the tense of the prompt and split it all up because…well, I did. The actual prompt is in bold within the fic. 🙂


They said I was a traitor. That word was spat at me more than once today. Maybe I was. Though I’d pin that label on them before taking it myself.

And wasn’t that a kick in the fucking nuts. My own parents. That they were capable of… That I’d been blind to everything they… That… That…

I fought the sudden surge of vomit in my throat. Struggled to maintain control. Now wasn’t the time to lose it. That would come later. But fuck—spots danced across my vision, and I couldn’t draw a full breath. I dragged shaky, clammy hands over my face and tried to stay upright.

“Samuel?”

The small trembling voice penetrated the panic crippling me. Effectively obliterating it. She was what this was about, what I needed to be about right now. And keeling over, puking my guts out, wasn’t going to help my sister.

I turned toward her and cringed. She wasn’t looking at me, but at our parents…her tormentors. I could only imagine what was going through her young mind as she stared at them. Sprawled across the wood floor, lifeless, expressions of horror forever etched on their faces, completely lifeless.

Because of me. Another violent wave of sick pushed up my throat, nearly gagging me. She had to be scared out of her mind…of me. How was I going to—

“Samuel?” she said again, turning and rushing at me. Tears burned my eyes, blurring everything as her rail thin arms wound around my waist tightly.

“Hey,” I murmured, running my hand over her snarled hair. Fuck them, they couldn’t even bother to brush her motherfucking hair! “We need to go, now, Mel.”

“Go?” She tipped her head back, and wide, all-too-serious green eyes blinked dup at me. “I can…I can leave?”

“Yeah,” I breathed. Clearly my throat, I continued, “Yeah, sweetheart, you can leave, and you don’t ever have to come back. They can’t ever hurt you again. I promise.”

“With you?” she said, so loudly it echoed off the walls around us. “I can go with you, right, Samuel? ‘Cause we’re the same…” She smiled brightly. Despite everything, joy radiated from her. “They didn’t know that. They thought it was just me, but that was so wrong. I knew before you killed them with—” Her smile faltered slightly then firmed up again. “We’re the same,” she repeated. “I can feel it.”

She lifted her hand and grasped mine, sparks of the power housed in her tiny body pushing out insistently. I nodded and let my own magic answer, let it twine around hers, surrounding her protectively.

“Yes,” I croaked. “We’re the same.”

I dropped a kiss on her forehead and tightened my grasp around her fingers then led her out of the house. She blinked then squinted as we stepped into the bright sun.

“Where are we going?”

“I don’t know, yet. But I’ll figure it out, and it doesn’t matter.” I helped her into the car and buckled the belt around her before meeting her gaze straight on. “We’ll take care of each other, Mel. Do whatever it takes. Just like we did today. It was us or them.”

She nodded solemnly. “Us or them.”

I straightened and shut the door. Staring at the large house—a rich and beautiful prison, nothing more—I stopped trying to hold it all back. With a rush, my magic, fueled by my rage, exploded outward.

Flames filled the building before me, engulfing and destroying the evil that lived there, that dared to hurt that sweet and innocent girl. I didn’t wait, didn’t need to see the end result. It was done.

Yeah, they could call me a traitor—and many would—all I knew was that I did what I had to do.


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Kris Norris | Siobhan Muir

Wednesday Randomness: Writing Hopes and Aspirations

This week we’re talking about our writing hopes and aspirations.

I’m not difficult to please… Really, Im not. I don’t have aspirations of selling x-number of copies or landing on any lists. Not that I would run away from that, mind, but it’s not the “dream” for me.

When I think about what I want – what my hopes and dreams are – what I really want is to be able to write full-time. To make enough that I don’t have to work the other jobs. To be able to put writing first without feeling like I’m taking away from my family by doing so.

And that’s really it. That is what I hope for, what I aspire to.

See, easy to please? LOL


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Kris Norris |Torrance Sené

Wednesday Randomness: The Most Rebellious Thing I Did While Growing Up

Well, this post is going to be a short one… LOL I was far from the perfect child, but I didn’t really do a whole lot of rebellious things. I’ve been wracking my brain trying to come up with something for this post/topic and kept drawing a blank.

I didn’t sneak out, didn’t drink or do drugs or do any wild or crazy things. You’d be more likely to find me hanging out at home with my nose in a book.

I did think of one time, finally…but I don’t know if it super rebellious and is probably quite tame compared to most people’s most rebellious thing. LOL

The summer I was sixteen, I was hanging with some friends, and we decided we wanted to go swimming. But it was late and the state park we wanted to go to was closed. Now, why we didn’t go to one of the other parks, that didn’t lock up (even if they were technically closed) or hit a random beach – because there were plenty of places to choose from around there. But no, we decided we really wanted to go to the state park (too long ago to remember our exact reasoning *snort*)

So we drove out there, parked on the side of the road and hiked through the trees, hopped the fence and snuck through the park to the beach. And had a great time, skinny dipping in dark.

So there you go….not very crazy or particularly rebellious, I know, but it’s all I have!


Bronwyn Green | Deelylah Mullin | Jessica De La Rosa