Tag: Life

Patriot Day and Another Busy Week

It's hard to believe that sixteen years have passed since that fateful day in 2001. For as long as I live, I'll never forget the feeling I had when I first heard the news of the planes hitting the Twin Towers. Sitting in my office at work, I turned on the radio seconds later to listen to the report of a plane hitting the Pentagon. And then I watched on television as newscasters announced a fourth plane had crashed in rural Pennsylvania. [caption id="attachment_2942" align="alignleft" width="300"] The rebuilt section of the Pentagon. If you look closely, you can see the lighter color in the center of the building. This is the area the plane hit.[/caption] My eyes were glued to the TV as every flight in the United States was grounded, kept up-to-date as Air Force One carrying our President made its way back to Washington, and saw the mighty…

The Month That Was

September has arrived, leaving August a mere memory. And what a month it was—some good, some bad. [caption id="attachment_3905" align="alignleft" width="300"] An F-14 Tomcat on the flight deck of the Lexington[/caption] August began with promise. My husband and I had just come off a week’s vacation. Although I’m a “mountain” person, we decided to go to the Texas coast this year. We spent two nights in Corpus Christi in a beachfront hotel and one in Galveston. It was one of the most relaxing vacations I had had since our cruise to Alaska five years ago. In Corpus, we toured the USS Lexington Museum. The “Lex” was a World War II era aircraft carrier and was decommissioned in 1991. It’s also known as the “Blue Ghost” because it’s said to be haunted. We didn’t see any ghosts but were able to see some vintage aircraft. In Galveston, we rode the ferry…

Here

I haven't posted any short or flash fiction stories since I gave up First Friday Fiction over a year ago. However, a friend recently encouraged me to try the daily Wordpress prompts. Not only does this post deviate from my usual genre of suspense, it's also written in first person rather than third person. I hope you enjoy this short piece. I felt his presence before I ever saw him—that old familiar feeling of always knowing when he was nearby had returned. I hadn’t felt this way in over two years, but somehow, I knew he was here. Our friends and co-workers often wondered how I had this penchant for knowing where he was. I couldn’t explain it. I guess it came from being partners for almost five years. Or maybe because he saved my life on more than one occasion. We were more than partners and co-workers. We had…

Weather, Writing, and Story Empire

Happy first day of May, everyone. Can't believe another month has passed us by, but April bid her farewell yesterday. She said goodbye with a vengeance in my part of Texas. Multiple tornadoes occurred within fifty miles of where I live on Saturday evening, one year to the date when two tornadoes swept through my hometown. Warning sirens went off in town (we live four miles out and could still hear them). Fortunately, all we had was thunder and a little rain. Our neighbors to the west weren't so fortunate. Three tornadoes, massive damage, and so far five confirmed fatalities. Things are calm in the pre-dawn hours today and as I sit and write this post, I hear a whip-poor-will calling from outside my window. The sound of those nocturnal birds is always pleasing to me. But now on to other things. I'm posting today at Story Empire where I…

Confessions of a Distracted Writer

I just finished a week of vacation, or rather staycation, since I stayed at home. Outside of celebrating my birthday, dinner with friends on Saturday night, and actually cooking dinner each night for my husband, I spent the week around the house in the company of my two cats. (That's Tucker in the above photo, Little Bit is actually inside the cat tree, but you can't see him because of his black color.) And that's how I wanted things. I planned for the week to revolve around writing. The second book of my Driscoll Lake Series, Unknown Reasons, is taking shape. I set a lofty goal of 6000 words per day and felt certain I could accomplish that. Wrong! I allowed myself to be distracted by watching videos, interacting with others on social media, and even playing online games. Although I didn't make my word goal, I did make progress…

Onward and Upward

A new year is upon us, and it brings about new beginnings. In some ways, a new year is like starting over. I’ve always looked at each January as a time for rebirth and renewal. A time for putting the past behind and moving forward. A time to forget our past mistakes and failures and look to the future. In the past, I’ve looked at the new year and lamented over my failure to accomplish things in my writing. In 2009, I began a writing journal. This is an excerpt from the first entry on January 5, 2009: Another year has passed. I find myself wondering what happened to 2008. What have I accomplished in my writing? Not much, I admit. I submitted two short pieces for the church blog. While that is okay, they are a guaranteed publication. I still have an idea for a book, but I am…

This and That

Every time I think I’m going to blog on a regular basis, like maybe weekly, something happens. Before I know it, two or three weeks have passed. And while I don’t want to write something just for the sake of writing, I would like to communicate more often with my readers. So what have I been up to the past couple of weeks? Of course, I’ve been writing. I’ve made a few changes to The Stranger (once offered as a free giveaway for my mailing list). I plan to make it available on Amazon and other retailers within a few days. Final edits for Unseen Motives is coming along. I’ll be revealing a sneak peek at the cover soon and plan to have the book ready for sale in November. I’m also working on a short story with a Christmas theme. But I also took a few days off from…

Along The White Sands

April slipped off her sandals, enjoying the feel of the warm white sand between her toes. The beach was nearly empty, except for a few neighbors enjoying the last rays of evening sun. She smiled and waved at the Herrings—a retired couple who lived next door. In the opposite direction, Mike and Janet Parsons sat holding hands as they watched their four-year-old twins playing in the sand. April acknowledged them, but hurried by, haunted by painful memories of Brad and of the children that never were. She and Brad once walked together along this beach, arm-in-arm, sharing their hopes and dreams.  Then, life happened. Three pregnancies, three miscarriages. It put a strain on their marriage and Brad moved out. “We both need some space,” he had said, “and time to think this through.” Whatever happened to ‘until death do us part?’ Had he truly loved her, or was the love…

Behind the Story ~ Pets and Music

I intended to blog more often this year, but we’re now well into February and I haven't met my goals. I've devoted most of my writing time to editing my novel and it’s taking much longer than I planned. However, I want to stay connected with you so I came up with the idea of a series titled “Behind the Story.” Today, I’ll start with the topic of pets and music. In this month’s First Friday Fiction story, my protagonist Allison comes home one evening to find a black German Shepherd at her house. (If you haven’t read the story, you can do so by clicking here or by following the Friday Fiction link on the menu above.) The idea of using pets in writing helps readers to identify with a character. Animals can give a clue as to the character’s personality. Does this person like pets? How do animals…

The Arrival

Allison Schultz brushed a strand of light brown hair away from her forehead and sighed. When her friend Molly agreed to come for the long weekend to help her settle in her new home, she readily accepted. However, she didn't know Molly was going to use the time to point out all the reasons why she shouldn't have left her job in the city. “I can't believe you moved to the outskirts of nowhere. You had a great job at the clinic—lots of business—and wealthy clients, too.” “Yeah, well let's just say I grew weary of paranoid people like Mrs. Bainbridge. I'm convinced she has Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy—only instead of a child, her dog is the victim.” “There were plenty of legitimate clients too. Wealthy ones. I doubt anyone in this town has much more than two nickels to rub together. How can you expect them to pay for…