Myopic Maneuvers and Misguided Minions – Bench Pressing Strong Verbs


Myopic Maneuvers and Misguided Minions

I intend to become a better writer, using strong verbs, making a little game out of it:  Today’s strong word are  generate, construct, inquire, regard, challenge, note, implicate, support, intervene, avert.

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Outlines Of A Shadow


Sunday morning came, finally.  Awake at 5 AM, unable to sleep, I lay still.  Sometimes, early morning can but fun, but I did not want any distractions.  My outline cried out to me, languishing, unfinished.   So, I quietly climbed out of bed.  No stray hand reached out to me.  I would have weakened.  Instead, I turned up the heat, fed the cat, and put water on for tea.

He got up four hours later, and I made breakfast for him.  He is getting ready for a day of watching football.  I finished my outline for the ending of A Whisper In The Storm (for mature readers).  We are both happy.  Maybe, tonight, we will find a way to celebrate.

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Ugg Boots and Love


Ugg Boots and Love

Eagerly, I opened the Reader, anxious to discover new treasures.  At first, The Daily Prompt:  Land of Confusion, scared me.  I put it out of my mind, but the challenge kept popping up.  Finally, I gave in, remembering an important time where I felt out-of-place.

 NOTE:  I changed names and details, to respect the privacy of those I love.

An entire film genre of can’t miss comedies packs people into theaters.  Some happy young couple, perhaps married, perhaps not, goes to meet one side of the family.  Why do people go see these movies to laugh?  These films work because we empathize with fear and pain as the characters struggle through to happiness. Continue reading

Eternity With A Kitty Carrier – Bench Pressing Strong Verbs


Eternity With A Kitty Carrier

I intend to become a better writer, using strong verbs, making a little game out of it:  Today’s strong word are discuss, underpin, demean, resonate, incorporate, reflect, consider, weaken, isolate, and control.

Today, we continue with Amy.

Read about Amy learning a lesson.

Amy leaned forward, seat belt cutting into her, eyes glued to Tabitha, unable to look away.  Hair curling, heart stopping howls demanded that everyone look at those yellow eyes glaring through wire mesh.  Up front, her parents calmly discussed route to their Vet.

Her father valiantly underpinned his argument, pointing out that highways were always faster than streets, except when blocked by jack-knifed semis.  Tabitha demeaned his earlier promise of prompt arrivals and examinations.  Instead, Amy’s heart resonated with Tabitha’s feat of incorporating howls, alternating with desperate purrs.  Amy still blessed with a child’s acceptance of inexplicable deeds, trusted her parents and their promises.

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Bleeding Eyes and Broken Word Lists


Tired eyes throbbed, staring at pulsating text wavering across blurry screens.  Filled with hate, despising plot flow and loathing characters, I changed the publish date to fifteen minutes in the future.  Unclicking Private, I pressed Update.  Part Three joined the first two parts of A Whisper In The Storm (for mature readers).  Two parts, unwritten, remain.

Yesterday, I awoke, edgy, oppressed by nagging guilt.  I felt compelled to write, to capture original thoughts and deeds.  But, worn down, my raging torrents of ideas trailed off into wisps of insignificance. Continue reading

There, But For The Grace Of God


There, But For The Grace Of God

My eyes slid past the title, Inmate Roster as of November 7, 2013 like a foot slipping on an icy concrete step.  Nothing in the sterile article arrested my gaze, caught my skid.  The arid style was dryer than the voice of an ancient prophet crying in the desert.  Then I remembered the challenge from the Daily Prompt:  Connect The Dots.  I had never participated before, so I decided to jump off the bridge.

Disinterested, I glanced through the names.  Seeing none I recognized, I sighed with relief.  But, what would I have thought, had a former class mate, or neighbor been on the list?  Would memories have replayed themselves in my mind?  Would I have felt sorrow and pity?  I lost my objectivity, suddenly caring

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Quirked Eyebrows and Fluttering Hands – Bench Pressing Strong Verbs


Quirked Eyebrows and Fluttering Hands

I intend to become a better writer, using strong verbs, making a little game out of it.  Today’s strong word are sanction, abolish, signal, dismiss, threaten, expose, presume, typify, preclude, strengthen

Tammy tugged down her jacket and assumed her I-am-your-friendly-guide smile.  “Hello.  My name is Tammy, and I will be your guide this afternoon.”  The tourists, some who clearly spoke no English gathered around, already taking pictures.  “Please feel free to ask me questions as we go.  By sanction of the Chateau, the Count permits pictures.  However,” she paused, finger up, until she had everyone’s attention.  “Touch nothing.”  She smiled.  Most echoed her smile.

She led the way to the courtyard.  Since the Count had abolished all motorized conveyances, especially the Segways, the crowds had gotten smaller.  No one wanted to walk anymore.  She knew further declines in attendance could signal the demise of the Chateau tourist trade.

His Excellency had already dismissed two guides, Carla and Shannon.  While Tammy liked them, she felt personally threatened.  He rewarded his favorites.  Girls talked.   She feared she was not one of them.  She heard things.  She feared his friendship and all it meant.

Blinking, Tammy brought herself back to the group.  Her job depended on their good will.  She pointed out the great portico and the towering columns where Johnny Depp and Matt Damon once fenced before a camera.  She was often asked to tell what went on behind the scenes, to expose the rumored love affair between Johnny Depp and Emmanuelle Chriqui.

While Tammy never presumed to guess, Johnny typified virility, reckless abandon, and boyish trust.  On the other hand, Emmanuelle was always warm, sweet, and so wise.  Tammy could picture the deft evasion of his advances, always cautious, precluding a career ending affair.

Tammy ushered her charges down the steps, past the famous Iron Gate.  The cameras were out.  Acting on impulse, Tammy allowed herself to become part of the scenery, captured forever, or as long as digital images last.  Glancing up, she saw the Count, eyebrow raised.  His expression strengthened her fear.  Not only had she broken the rules,  He had seen it.

Putting on her best smile, she saw her guests to the door.  She asked everyone to use the touch screens to rate their visit.  She hoped they enjoyed their tour.  They were welcome to press the thumbs up or the thumbs down.  With a deep curtsey, she lowered her head and held her pose.  The visitors filed past.  Holding her breath, Tammy listened to their comments.  After the last one passed, she straightened, and closed the door.


Read about Tammy’s summons to the Count.