Writing Again

More to celebrate coming soon. ūüėÄ

It has been a while, a very LONG while, since I last posted on any blogs other than the occasional blurb on Facebook.  Last known post here was back in November.  Her we are at the end of April.

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Bow before your feline overlords

Not a lot has happened during these five months. ¬†Very little in fact beyond work and taking care of myself, my son, and our family. ¬†Naturally, my three cats get the lion’s share of the attention but then, they are our furry overlords and must be treated as such. ¬†If either of them demand my attention, they’ll get it in some form or another. ¬†Naturally, it is never enough… to them.

But, as the title of this post says, I am writing again.  It has been too long.  A couple of years too long since I actually sat down and wrote.  I guess college burned me out that badly as far as writing.  Speech class alone was a LOT of writing, then there was English Comp and Lit to slog through.  Yeah, there was a lot of writing.

This story is not yet named, but it starts off rather sad. ¬†Depressing if you ask me, and it wasn’t easy to write. ¬†It just came to me one day at work and I guess my general mood added to the overall idea of how to start this one off. ¬†But, the fact of the matter is, I am back to writing.

So, to prove I am doing something, here’s an excerpt:

(Warning: it is a bit long)

Slowly, Firiel looked up at Tish then a soft laugh bubbled its way up her sore throat.¬† ‚ÄúI keep telling you, Tish, there is no need to be so formal with us.‚Ä̬† Though the laugh started a coughing fit which curled the old cat up in pain, she still maintained a brighter outlook.¬† As best as she could, she waved off her mate when he tried to help her through the episode.¬† ‚ÄúNo.¬† Vorn, I‚Äôll be fine,‚ÄĚ she finally gasped as she relaxed.

‚ÄúMom, please,‚ÄĚ pleaded her son before the look all children have come to understand from their mothers appeared in the weather face.¬† ‚ÄúWe love you.¬† Let us help you through this.‚ÄĚ

‚ÄúNo, son.‚ÄĚ She whispered, struggling to get just a few more minutes with her family.¬† ‚ÄúI‚Äôll be fine.‚Ä̬† Then, with the last of her strength, she sat up and pointed towards a dusty old box sitting on a shelf beside a large soft cushion.¬† ‚ÄúLook in that box.¬† My rings.¬† Make sure Rhaina get the turquoise one, Minka.¬† That one is hers.¬† Yours is my bonding ring.‚Ä̬† She gave her daughter a weakened smile then gave her attention to her son.¬† ‚ÄúThere is a gold band in there, that one is yours.¬† Tish, my pearl pendant is for you.¬† Use them to remember me by.‚ÄĚ

No sooner had the last words left her lips then she lost any strength she had left.  Her body slumped back against the pillows and she lay there gasping for her last breath.  Vorn slipped his arms around her shoulder and listened to her heart work hard to keep beating slowing with each remaining beat.

‚ÄúI‚Ķ love‚Ķ you‚Ķ‚ÄĚ she whispered softly into his ear with her final breath.¬† Her eyes closed then her body went still.¬† As if a switch went off, the color drained from her fur with the last rattling breath left her body.

Wracked by uncontrollable sobbing, Vorn held beloved wife tight in his arms while his children watched; unable to believe that their mother was gone.¬† ‚ÄúI‚Äôll always love you, Firiel.¬† Always.‚Ä̬† He choked his words into her cheek fur, clinging to her lifeless body as if just holding on tight would bring her back.

Micah, Tish, and Minka watched, trying not to believe what their own senses told them.  Tears rolled down their cheeks in fresh rivers unchecked.  Only their father’s sobs could be heard in the quiet of the bower.  His grief knew no bounds.  Theirs was too fresh to accept but it was growing quickly within them.

I hope you enjoyed this.  Maybe more will be shared later.  For now, feel free to critique and comment.

Ciao for now!


Life and Such

tragedy-prompt2It has been little more than a month since my last post. ¬†To be honest, I haven’t felt as though I had anything to share other than work is super busy (which is a given), Colin is being a boy (trouble but still a good kid) and things like that. ¬†Nothing really new. ¬†Not even a single new word written for any story.

What is sad is I have gone through several of my stories in my head, thinking of new twists and arcs then when I sit at my computer… nothing. ¬†All those ideas run and hide behind the neurons and other distractions until time for bed when they return to cavort through my mind again until I fall asleep. ¬†So far, I have found an actual end to Leofa’s background story and one of my erotic stories is in progress. ¬†Neither has seen any work at all to get onto the screen or paper.

unhappy woman in orange dress sitting on the stony bench in the park

I’m sure there is something not right in my head. ¬†Until I can get to the doctor, nothing much beyond suspicions can be said. ¬†Other than these artistic pursuits gone dormant, I feel a growing disconnect with people around me. ¬†Well, people outside my family. ¬†I adore most of my co-workers. ¬†These are wonderful men and women who are just as nuts as I am, but anything beyond the casual now and I want to back away.

Work has become a mental game of ¬†‘Can I get to the next break’ until time to go home. ¬†This is an exhausting game some days and very tiring the rest. ¬†I want to go out, but getting among people is, to be honest, scary.

Letting people see my thoughts is becoming more and more difficult to do. ¬†I don’t want to become a shut-in, but I feel myself slowly edging in that direction.

Wow!  Exercise!

On a brighter note, however, I am finally starting an exercise routine. ¬†Crazy work schedule won’t allow it to be too stable, but I’ll work with what I got. ¬†Yesterday was my first work out and Colin came along. ¬†We were only able to get in 20 minutes before the gym closed, but that was a good power walk for me and a lot of running and walking for him. ¬†Today we had about 45 minutes or so where he learned to use the free weights, worked on the stepper and did some running on the treadmill.

As for me, I did a few free weights showed Colin how to use the rower and stepper then did a decent run on the stationary bike.  As sore as various muscles are, I feel good for it after a long day of standing on my feet at a register.

So, beginning weight for my workout is 302.5 lbs. ¬†I’m already half way to my first weight goal of losing 25 lbs. ¬†At 285 or better, I will buy myself a ring I’ve been wanting for a while as the reward. ¬†The next weight goal will be going to Andulini’s for their all you can eat pizza. ¬†It’ll be well worth it. ¬†My aim is to get down to 180 lbs which is the upper end for my height and build. ¬†I may never be a size size, but I’ll be happy in a 12 or 16.

With all of this, I am, sadly, skipping NaNoWriMo this year to focus on mental and physical health. ¬†The ideas are there, but I just don’t have the mental energy to do it. ¬†I may write some, we’ll see, but I doubt it.

Something New

Lately, it has been rather difficult for me to think of anything to write about on this blog, or any of my blogs for that matter.  I had taken a very long hiatus from writing due both busy/hectic work schedule and finishing up college.  Neither one is a good excuse  for not writing, but when your brain is mush after dealing with people all day, one tends not to do creative things until the mushiness goes away.

Work, at the moment, is still taking most of my energy.  Trust me when I say that Money Center at any Wal-Mart is not a place to see happy customers unless there are multiple registers in use on those super busy days.  A lone cashier on a busy day is not very happy, productive, or quick and the customers do not want to wait to pay their bills, cash their checks, or send/receive money transfers.  It all must be done N-O-W!

I do what I can.  That is all that one can do.  Right?  Right.

So, about this something new the title of this post says… ¬†I’m considering doing random blogs from the perspective of my various characters. ¬†Granted most do not live in our reality and are furry (anthropomorphic) creatures in varying degrees of sanity and animal rating (feral to civilized). ¬†But, to give some insight into their minds and thinking, and perhaps some humor to entertain, could help break some of my writer’s block and offer ideas into where to take a plot arc.

Black Friday, Society of Night and Lies, Test of Ascension, and my erotica compilation could benefit from this.  Maybe, allowing some of these characters to speak to the world outside of a role play forum or a book will either get them to speak or finally be quiet so others may have their spotlight.

Be warned, though, I have a lot of characters. ¬†A LOT of characters from all walks of life. ¬†Many are related in some way or another and others are all there is to represent their people. ¬†There will be a short blurb before each of their posts stating who they are (some characters are shy and won’t tell), where they come from as well as the reality they hail from as well.

I didn’t see this idea anywhere so if it is a copy, sorry, I didn’t know. ¬†It just came to me this morning while I was preparing to take my son to the bus stop.

Enjoy your day and, please, tell me what you think of this idea.  All comments, complains, and suggestions are welcome.

A Heart-felt Thank You

To all the police officers, guardsmen, and security personnel, I want to say thank you for giving us, the citizens of these cities, hamlets, and other populated areas, your time to keep us safe from harm.  Thank you for stopping the robbery with a chance stop for refreshment during your shift.  Thank you for helping store security wrangle that shoplifter who tried to make off with groceries and big screen TV.  Thank you for escorting the customer service supervisors as they go around the store at night pulling tills and making sure, the law-abiding citizens, are also following traffic laws.

You put your lives on the line for the people of your town and protect them to the best of your ability whether those same citizens want you to or not.  You deserve our respect, not our scorn.  You deserve more than what is given to you daily, not the pittance most receive.

It may seem that you have a target painted on your back after the tragedy that has happened in Dallas and Baton Rouge.  Your families may not be as safe as you once thought we were with so many wanting to see the police departments disbanded and defunded.   The world, as we know it, is falling apart and those simple things, respect, honor, and loyalty, are falling by the wayside to be replaced by ignorance, hate, and self-importance.

I am but one small cog in the giant retail machine. ¬†But, as a tiny cog, my simple greeting of “Be safe” is always with all the best intentions. ¬†I understand how dangerous your job is on a normal day without snipers laying in wait for the unwary. ¬†I want, and wish, you to return home to your families so that I, and my co-workers, may see you come back to our store the next day to catch another round of thieves and prevent assault on the rare occasion.

While there may be the few bad apples hiding in each precinct which have helped cause this problem we have today, that doesn’t mean that all of you are racist or cruel. ¬†You are doing your jobs and you are doing your jobs to the best of your ability. ¬†That is all we can expect. ¬†Trust me, when I say that we notice when you do go above and beyond the call of duty and many of us mourn with you when your comrades have fallen.

This letter cannot begin to say what I want to say, but it is my hope that you, and everyone who reads this, understands that there is not enough thanks that can be said, written, or even drawn to show you how I, and others within my store, feel.

To the police, thank you.  Thank you.  Thank You!  For being there and keeping us safe.  To the security guards, and servicemen, retired and active, my deepest and most heart-felt thanks go to all of you.

Be Safe, all of you.

I mean it.

A Little About My Fantasy World

After such a long hiatus from this blog and other writing pursuits, it has come to my attention that not many know much, if anything, about the world I create in; the world which centers around the short stories of my compilation Trysts of the Hearts;¬†the series which is supposed to be erotic based. ¬†So, without further ado, I’ll give some insight into the paranormal aspects of my fantasy world of Haven.

Hauntings in my world aren’t uncommon. ¬†There are the deep, dark forests where few animals live because of spirits, either from the dead or nature, dwell. ¬†In these places even the most dulled senses can pick up the creepy vibe when they enter, but only those with a shamanistic background in magic or their talent is connected with communicating with ethereal beings can see and either banish them or work with these spirits.

Animated skeletons in these places are always planted by necromancers and other pranksters to scare people away their secret places.  Bogs, forests, ancient cemeteries forgotten by time are usually filled with hidden places filled with treasure and all of them are guarded by any number of undead such as skeletons, ghouls, and mummies.  Any powerful mage is capable of animating or ensnaring these to protect their labs and libraries.

Goblins, vampires, licht, nightmares, and the like are very real entities who prey on the living.  Zombies, in their own right, are also just as real within this world and in some places, are a problems for adventurers to handle for a bit of gold and treasure.  Regardless, they are dangerous without someone strong enough to defeat them or at the very least keep them at bay.  Magical weapons are a good resource when delving into old towers and dungeons.

Just don’t forget the special charms at the apothecary shoppes or the person who sends you on that quest because they just have to have that particular item and are too scared to get it themselves. ¬†Better yet, hire a good mage and shaman to accompany you on that adventure because even the kitsune can be more than a handful for the best adventurers.

A Quiet Return

It has been far too long since I last posted anything that was not a reblog.  We are talking months, if not a year at the very least for original content from me on this little corner of the internet.  For that, I am very sorry for so much silence.


There is a good reason for so much silence. ¬†For the last two years, I have given my time to earning my degree. ¬†It has been rough and very little of it has been easy, but it has definitely been well worth it. ¬†So many papers and projects filled my head driving out most of my writing desire that didn’t pertain to that subject of the month.

I will be returning to writing, especially my novels in waiting and the resubmit of Black Friday for relaunch.  First things first, though, I have to see how my work schedule will be once my externship is done at the end of the month.

For those in the know, my Wal-Mart was one of the six that was closed in April of this year.  In my store, there really were massive plumbing issues which required the store to be closed so they could fix them.  What few did know was how badly it really was.


Here is what I know about that subject.  My store (located at Admiral and Memorial in Tulsa, OK) was built on the side of a hill.  Not a very intelligent idea in my opinion and, more than likely, contributed to the issues.  Inspections showed completely clogged pipes, pipes that were too small, and in places caved in or crushed.  Actual digging found worse and as they did repairs, more breakage occurred.  At this time, it is a hot mess inside that building while they work hard on getting everything back to code and ready for us to come back and open the store.

Speaking of opening the store, the earliest projection is around Halloween. ¬†I cannot wait. ¬†That store is where I belong for now and I miss it. ¬†Where I am now (21st and Yale) is nice and is busy even for a Neighborhood Market, but it isn’t the same. ¬†The busiest days are slow compared to what I’ve seen since 2008. ¬†Also, there isn’t room for advancement. ¬†But, returning to my old store will give that opportunity. ¬†Maybe not immediately, but it will be there. ¬†I am ready to step up and put all I have learned and experienced since 1992 to use so it can be fine tuned and ready for my own business when more important issues are properly handled and put away.

Sometime, just after I am back at Admiral, I’ll have probably one of the biggest accomplishments of my life happening. ¬†November 20th, at 6:30 PM, I will be receiving my Associate degree in Business Administration. ¬†I am ready for this moment.woman-door

For now, I am going to work my way through this month with the Tulsa chapter of SCORE. ¬†There are a lot of workshops to attend and learn from as well as some work around the office they’ll have me do. ¬†Not a lot of room for writing or even drawing this month alone, but I am sure I’ll figure something out on the days when I won’t have quite so much to do.

Monday Randomness

What better time to hop back on the daily routine of writing, blogging, or what ever than on a Monday.  While not officially the beginning of the week, it does start the whole circle of work again for most people.  Monday is the one day that people tend to dislike.

Why?  Why dislike a particular day of the week?  There is nothing wrong with the day itself.  It is simply another day with a word attached to it like any other.  What makes Mondays so terrible for most of us hard working people?

To put it simply, it is the return to work. ¬†For some, it means piles of paper work needing to be done. ¬†Emails, invoices, essays, homework, have to be done and have been building up over the weekend. ¬†Take my job, for example, when i am off for two days (or even one) the log copy and filing of prescriptions isn’t usually completed. ¬†Sure, the girls working the weekend will get most or all the scanning done, but there is still the sorting, filing, and researching which needs to be done so there aren’t ten or more bundles sitting there for me to go through during my spare time through the week. ¬†It isn’t fun coming in and finding four baskets full of prescriptions needing to be processed the rest of the way each Monday.

At my mother’s job, every Monday, her inbox is full of invoices and bills for her and others in her team to process and prepare for the accounts payable team to work through. ¬†For her, this is a very busy day where she is sorting, scanning, and working through all kinds of spreadsheets for accounts receivable. ¬†Everything arrives Monday morning, and if the day is a holiday, Tuesday, and it takes her until Thursday to get everything done, including any researching required or phone calls needed to utility companies for the various properties that come through her cubicle.

I do not envy my mother at all even though I would love a job where I could sit more to help my knee.

Even when relaxing all weekend pondering plots or engaging in fun family activities, we don’t like to see that time end. ¬†Seeing all that time spent not thinking about coming to a sudden stop tends to make people cranky. ¬†We regret not doing more during our time off. ¬†For some, we don’t get a lot of sleep during our time off. ¬†we’re up and running about, enjoying a few drinks with our friends, going to the movies or the casino, the races, or what have you so that all we’re left with come Monday morning are dark circles under our eyes and not enough coffee to keep us going until we get home.

Regrets and too much fun can make even the brightest days feel like they drag along so slowly.  And if you are recovering from an illness, it seems to be worse.  Add in bad weather, like we had here in Tulsa, today, it just makes the time go slower.

Not that long ago, I used to hate Mondays, even when they weren’t really on a Monday (the work week began and ended on different days due to scheduling). ¬†The weekend just seemed to go by far too quickly and nothing was accomplished then coming into work to find a worse mess than what i had left. ¬†It was enough to make a grown woman break down and cry sometimes. ¬†Then, I thought to myself. ¬†It is only another day. ¬†Just another day no matter how I looked at it. ¬†Treat it as such and then it doesn’t feel quite so bad. ¬†It gave the beginning of the work week a better spin and allowed me to see passed the ingrained dread to the brighter side after some practice and further thinking.

Mondays really aren’t that bad no matter how much partying and house cleaning I’ve done over the weekend. ¬†It became a time to share in experiences with co-workers and friends. ¬†Monday became the day i made plans for the week and set up ideas for the weekend. ¬†Monday became a good day.

Now, with a much better light shed on the beginning of my week, I look at the day with a more analytical view.  Think about it.  Where did the word Monday come from?

According to Wikipedia it comes from a lineage of words meaning moon day.

Wiki meaning:

The English noun¬†Monday¬†derived sometime before 1200 from¬†moned√¶i, which itself developed from¬†Old English¬†(around 1000)¬†mŇćnand√¶g¬†and¬†mŇćnd√¶g¬†(literally meaning “moon’s day”), which is cognate to other¬†Germanic languages, including¬†Old Frisian¬†mŇćnadeig,¬†Middle Low German¬†and¬†Middle Dutch¬†mńĀnendach¬†(modern¬†Dutch¬†Maandag),¬†Old High German¬†mńĀnetag¬†(modern¬†GermanMontag), and¬†Old Norse¬†m√°nadagr¬†(Swedish¬†and¬†Norwegian nynorsk¬†m√•ndag,¬†Icelandic¬†m√°nudagur.¬†Danish¬†and¬†Norwegian bokm√•l¬†mandag). The Germanic term is a¬†Germanic interpretation¬†of¬†Latin¬†lunae dies¬†(“day of the moon”).

In many¬†Slavic languages¬†the name of the day eschews pagan tradition and translates as “after Sunday/holiday”.¬†Russian¬†–Ņ–ĺ–Ĺ–Ķ–ī–Ķ–Ľ—Ć–Ĺ–ł–ļ¬†(poniedi√©lnik),¬†Serbian¬†–Ņ–ĺ–Ĺ–Ķ–ī–Ķ—ô–į–ļ¬†(ponedeljak),¬†Bulgarian–Ņ–ĺ–Ĺ–Ķ–ī–Ķ–Ľ–Ĺ–ł–ļ¬†(ponedelnik),¬†Polish¬†poniedziaŇāek,¬†Czech¬†pondńõl√≠. In Turkish it is called¬†pazartesi, which means the day after Sunday.¬†Japanese¬†and¬†Korean¬†share the same ancient¬†Chinese words¬†‘śúąśõúśó•’ (Hiragana:„Āí„Ā§„āą„ĀÜ„Ā≥,¬†Hangul:žõĒžöĒžĚľ) for Monday which means¬†day of the moon.

In most¬†Indic languages, the word for Monday is derived from¬†Sanskrit¬†SŇćmavńĀra.¬†Soma is another name of the Moon god in Hinduism. In¬†Indic languages¬†it is also called¬†ChandravńĀra,¬†Chandra¬†in Sanskrit¬†means¬†moon. In Thailand the day is called “Wan Jan” meaning, the day of the Moon god Chandra”.¬†(taken directly from Wikipedia¬†http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monday)

That is a lot to take in, but in so many languages, it all comes down to the same meaning for this one day of the week.  How and why it became the first day of week is mostly from business.  It is the first day back to work and most pay periods begin on Monday and end the following Sunday.  Religious reasons place Monday as the second day of the week and there are plenty with special reasons why they do certain things on this particular day.  I could mention them all, but that would make this entry extremely long.  Read the provided link and it will give you the information you so desire.

Mondays have much associated with them. ¬†The astrological symbol is the Moon (as if that wasn’t obvious) with Cancer being the associated astrological sign. ¬†In Thai, the color associated with this day is Yellow. ¬†Garfield, the ever popular feline of comic fame, has always hated Mondays and is usually harmed in some fashion on this day. ¬†it has become a running gag since the inception of the character back in the 70s. ¬†Songs abound which contain Monday in their name, and not to mention, there are a few bands with Monday in their name.

Has someone ever accused you of having a case of the Mondays? ¬†If so, they are just noting that you’re not in a very good mood. ¬†Well, why not take this day and turn that phrase around to mean something good? ¬†Isn’t it about time to give the first day of our work week a better light? ¬†I think so.

Mondays are good. ¬†Mondays are better than good. ¬†They are great and they can shine as brightly as the full moon in the summer! ¬†So come on and celebrate Monday with me! ¬†Before you know it, it’ll be Tuesday and another day closer to the weekend.