Two For Tuesday

I haven’t had a whole lot of time to read fiction lately. We have been doing a lot of reading for class. The last I read was last night, and it was on signs and identifying children who have been victims of sexual abuse, so, I am going to skip the last two lines read part. I had nightmares all night.

Skipping forward, I haven’t written a lot lately, I’m trying, I really am, but by the time I get sat down to start, I’m physically and emotionally drained. But, here are a couple of sentences from a previous chapter, and yes, I cheated, there are three.

He thought of those lush pink lips and immediately started to sweat. She was all deep eyes, plump lips and rich, dark hair. It made him glad to be a single, healthy male.

For more Two Sentence Tuesday, head over and visit the Women of Mystery.

Sunday Scribblings on a Windy Monday

The prompt at Sunday Scribblings today is: Well, we're all as old as we have ever been, and we're all at different stages of considering the aging process. What thoughts do you have on the subject?

I’m older than I ever thought I would be. I feel older than I am some days, and others, I don’t know how old I really am. Life is funny that way. Sometimes things happen, and weigh a person down, dragging at their hopes and dreams, until all they feel is lonely, detached and hollow. Days like those are when I feel the oldest. I ache those days, not just mentally, but physically I hurt. Then there are times when life goes your way. You waste a dollar on a scratch off lottery ticket and have to rush home and wake your husband up from his nap to confirm that you did just win $250. Days when the sunshine rains down on your, the air is calm and you can take a break to play with your dog in the backyard, those are the young days. The day you cross the street to go swing in the park and your husband pushes you higher and higher, when you lean back and get dizzy from staring up at the swaying sky, those are the carefree days – days when the world doesn’t strike out at you. Dizzy, sunny, laughing days.

You're Good For My Ego

I just have to say that being on here has been great for my writing ego. I know every writer goes through times when they feel like they aren't good enough, I feel that way frequently, but then I write something quick and dirty for a blog on here and the comments I get back are amazing, even if they sometimes sting a little. So, I just want to say thanks! You are all awesome!

3WW x 2

Since I was out of town last week, I used last week's three words and this week's three words for today's post. For more three worded fun head over to 3WW and see what everyone else is writing. Again, this is a continuation on the last two 3WWs.
Last weeks words were: burden, natural, ubiquitous. This weeks are: earnest, layer, and reactive.

The burden of finding the slaughterer of innocence rested heavy on his shoulders. His earnest search uncovered layers of hidden flotsam and jetsam and the ubiquitous fear that he would never avenge her haunted him. The fact that his life had become a reactive routine bothered him less than the reality of his liability in his sister’s death. The rage tearing at his guts night after night had become completely natural to him. The only thing that had pulled him out of his pattern in the last weeks had been his wife’s abandonment. She couldn’t live with the new hollow out version of the man she’d married. He couldn’t work up enough emotion to shed even a single tear when she’d taken the kids and gone to her mother’s. Let them live with the bitch for a few weeks. By the time they came back, he’d take care of the murdering trash that killed his sister. By then, there might not be anything left for them to come back to. If he didn’t find something to fill up the void left in his soul soon, the insanity he’d been holding back for weeks would take over and nothing would matter.

I'm BACK!

I have never been so glad to be in an airplane as I was on Friday night. We landed at about 8:15, my amazing hubby was waiting for me at the gate. We went and visited my parents and my brothers who were both home from college, then...we went to Hastings for the midnight release.

Don't tell me you don't know what midnight release. Twilight. I'll say it again and again, it's not a 'cult,' it's a following. I'm sticking to that. And yes, I dragged my weary self with luggage into our house at a little after one in the morning. Threw my suitcase on the couch, pulled the movie out of the bag, ripped that puppy open, stuck it into the DVD player in the bedroom and fell asleep listening to the dulcet tones of Edward. (I think hubby may banish this movie from the sleepy time routine!)

Saturday, oh Saturday, what the hell did we do on Saturday? Oh, yeah, hubby had a hockey game and my youngest brother and I taped and painted the living room. Well, half of it anyways, it's going to be two colors. Sunday, finished painting the living room and touching up the hallway, it is so pretty. Then, I got to go and buy new clothes. How fun is that.

I'm still super exhausted from a week in El Paso. It wasn't a bad place to visit, but I wouldn't want to stay for any real length of time. There are some shady characters there. I got to visit some amazing museum's and eat the best food I've ever had (I love all things hot and spicy), but I was more than ready to come home.

So how did everyone else spend their spring break?

Five Fabulous Blogs

Here are the rules:
You must include the person that gave you the award, and link it back to them.
You must list 5 of your Fabulous Addictions in the post. You must copy and paste these rules in the post. Right click the award icon & save to your computer then post with your own awards.

My five obsessions as:

1. My amazing hubby.
2. My family.
3. My Writing.
4. Books.
5. Learning.

And my Five Fab Blogs:
1. One Word, One Rung, One Day
2. A Day In The Life
3. Women of Mystery
4. Attack of The Redneck Mommy
5. I Need My Wit To Kick In

(Of course, there are many other good ones too, so don't hesitate to check out all the links.)

Purple prose on crack

This is what happens when metaphors go feral. I think my brain may have exploded. It make me feel MUCH better about what I write though. Seriously, pop on over and take a look. You'll understand. Take some ibuprofen with you, I promise, you'll need it!