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Writing Challenge with Mom – Part 3

11 May

Happy Mother’s Day!!!  Love you Mom!

A while ago Mom and I started a writing challenge for fun.  The idea is one person writes for a bit and then passes it off to the other person who continues the story.  In this way we are passing our story back and forth.

Part1      Part2

writing challenge with mom

Short synopsis of the happenings so far:

Walter – A mad scientist type of fellow who wants to make minions.

Lucy – A private detective who used to date Walter 6 years ago.

Cowboy – A Mysterious fellow who met Lucy in a bar.  He said Walter told him where to find her and then the world starts spinning.

Thus our story continues…  (Part below written by Mom.)

He felt warm, smelling like long grasses in a meadow somewhere in spring, not Autumn like it was now.

His hair was that shade of wheat blonde/brown, and the spin of the room lifted it up and out as if there were wind in here. Her bottle shifted on the table and she grabbed it to stop it from flying off like at the other tables with things on them. She heard clunks and bangs where things fell around the room, covering her head as a dust devil of napkins whirled into her. She felt strong arms around her and felt the cowboy’s duster around her, protecting her from flying things.

He muttered, “I hate it when this happens…..”

Lucy smelled warm man. “Oh gods, not a dream?” she muttered into the shirt front.

“No, Ma’am. Not a dream.” He opened his coat then, letting her loose.

She plunked back on the wooden chair, still holding her beer. She set it on the table before she realized they were not in the bar anymore.

The walls were white, shelves and cabinets scattered around the edges, scientific instruments and experiments in random places. Books and papers were in the usual disorder that she remembered Walter always in.

The cowboy took his hat and duster off and put them in a closet near the door. The room was large enough to hold the bar table and chair in the center, with many tables and lab furniture and equipment.


“I don’t exactly know. I am learning to use it. I brought you here with it, but,” he gestured to the table, “I haven’t fine tuned it.”

Lucy stared. “Where are we?”

“Belowelcen. In the town of Bent.” The cowboy walked to the door. “The bathroom is through there.” He pointed to a door in the side wall. “Walter will be in as soon as I tell him you are here.”

Lucy watched him walk out. Where was Belowelcen? Bent? Walter? She was not sure yet about things. A dream? Then why did the cowboy smell so… manly?

Lucy sipped the beer. Tasted the same flatness from the bar. She stood.

“Why not the bathroom while I’m here?” When she walked over to the door, nothing seemed out of the ordinary – no room spinning, nothing.

The bathroom was roomy, pale pink, and touches of lace and pink roses on the towels, shower curtain, and the matching toilet cozy, seat cover and rugs. It was the bathroom of her dreams. She and Walter used to talk about the house they would buy. Well, she talked and he listened. The tub was a garden tub with jacuzzi, with a large 2 person shower behind a decorative wall next to it. The toilet and sink were lovely pieces. 1930 was surely a great year for modern conveniences.

Lucy opened the medicine cabinet, nothing other than headache powder and tooth powder and shampoo. Her instincts kicked in, looking for anything that might tell her what in the hell was going on. And why did it smell like grassy fields with flowers in here?

The curtains where the window should have been covered a window frame and sill, mounted on the wall. No window.

Finishing her business, Lucy unlocked the door and almost ran Walter over. He had his hand raised like he was going to knock. He looked confused, like he was surprised to see her. That was Walter all right.

(Part below written by little old me.)

Lucy squared off to face her ex. Hands on hips and feet spread apart. She wasn’t going to be taking any of his lunacies. “Walter. You had better start talking real fast and explain to me why I am here.”

He lowered his hand and twiddled his thumbs. “I… er….well… ummmm… you see…. eh… You are a little earlier than I was expecting. Things started happening faster than I imagined and I couldn’t quite keep them under control so I…”

“Sent a cowboy to abduct me?” She cut him off.

His big blue, puppy dog eyes looked into hers. “I just want you to know I only have your best interests at heart and that I really did save you from something that hasn’t happened yet.”

“Walter. Send me back. Now.”

The cowboy appeared behind Walter, a half head taller than the scientist. His presence somehow calming like quiet walks through spring fields or sunset beaches. “Come into the sitting room. I’ve set tea out for all of us and it is a particularly good local blend.”

Walter nodded and led the way, happy to put off the fight for as long as possible. Cowboy lightly touched Lucy’s shoulder as if to guide her. Even though they followed Walter, she didn’t mind the reassuring touch. Anything to keep her grounded and away from murdering the man who always pushed her to her limits.

The sitting room was decorated straight from the Sears and Roebuck catalog 1930’s edition. Lucy knew this because her packrat mother inherited a stack of the catalogues somewhere in her travels. As a curious child Lucy often flipped through the yellowed pages as if she could transport herself back into a more romantic and simple time.

The only thing slightly out of place in her dream room was the smoking box of detached limbs tucked neatly into the far corner. It sat beneath an ornately framed portrait of a woman in opera gloves and chandelier earrings.

The Marquis of the Blue Dolls

2 May

A short piece for: 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week #131

The Marquis of the Blue Dolls

He once went by the title of Marquis, but that was a lifetime ago. Back before his lands were infested with shadows and hollow places.

It started when the Night Demons visited, promising compromise, trade, and safe travel. They crept in like a sickness. Slow and subtle they worked their malicious schemes until they had wormed their way into the very fiber of the land and people.

Now they call him Sorcerer of the Night Puppets. Although he never did have any magic or any control over what happened. He is as much at the Night Demon’s mercy as the rest of his doomed kingdom.

From Book Snob to Book Whore

3 Mar

Happiness is a book that changes your life.

Although I’ve always been a book lover, I am embarrassed to say that I’ve hardly read much of anything in the last few years.  This is because I’m a Book Snob.  (Oh the humanity!  Oh the shame!)  BUT – I’ve learned my lesson!

Only reading those authors I know, love, and trust (Neil Gaiman, Laurel K. Hamilton, etc) I stopped exploring books and lost a lot of joy in reading.

Then my world got rocked.  Not the gentle roll of a 3.0 earthquake – this was an off the charts, collapsing buildings and destroying cities kind of earthquake that made my heart tremble.

It came from a most unexpected place.

Prince Revolution is a site that does fan translations of author Yu Wo’s novels.  She is from Taiwan, writes in Chinese (so you can’t buy any English versions currently) and writes the most lighthearted and whimsical stories ever.  Seriously, this lady has taken the title of my favorite author.

Here is the thing, because these chapters are translated by many different people with varying writing skills the story doesn’t read as smoothly as it could.  It is flawed, the flow and word choice change with writers/translators, but the stories – Oh goodness the stories are epic.  (As a side note: The translators from PrinceRevolution are amazing people.  They deserve lots of cookies and hugs for all the translations they do.  They bring me so much joy!!)

Lesson Learned: It is OK for the writing not to be top notch to love an author and the stories he or she weaves.  (This seems obvious… but somehow I missed it.)

Anyways, since discovering Yu Wo, I’ve been devouring all books like a starving lady.  I’m not sure how I survived this long without reading so many books.

My two favorite series by Yu Wo are:

½ Prince:  A new immersive RPG is released and a college student decides to play with a male avatar because of an argument she got into with her brother.  She doesn’t want to rely on anyone else and becomes a strong warrior in game.  Collecting a goofy group of friends to adventure with there is love, danger, fighting, and so much awesome I’m not even sure how to describe it.  These characters are larger than life and command attention as they try and find their way through real life and gaming.

Side note:  This story is also available as a translated manhua (Chinese comics/manga) and can be read here if you are interested.

1/2 Prince The Gang's All Here!

Legend of the Sun Knight:  Grisa is the Sun Knight which means he is expected to be kind, merciful, and forgiving.  To anyone outside the Church of the God of Light, he is exactly that, but on the inside Grisa is anything but what he seems.  He wants to curse out “F***” and really has no desire to forgive anyone’s sins.  When a Death Knight appears and Grisa is sent to deal with it, even though his swordsmanship is exceptionally poor, he realizes that there is actually more to this position than smiling and forgiving sins.  Grisa is quirky, meddlesome, and almost completely incapable – but that’s what I love about him.  He and the other 12 holy knights (who are equally quirky and not what they seem) somehow manage to do some mystery solving and death knight fighting.  This series only gets better as it goes on and you get to know all the characters as if they were really alive.

The Legend of the Sun Knight! <3 by Yu Wo

To Me – Really it will be OK. Stop Panicking.

18 Nov

Another pep talk to myself scheduled in advance.  It is the end of October as I write this and I know that by the time this posts I must be freaking out about NaNoWriMo.

Take a deep breath, stop obsessing about word count (I know you are!), and go take a walk.

Feel better now?  No?  Ok, read this and maybe it will help get your head screwed back on straight.  You can do it!

writing a first draft quote

The Fabulous People of NaNoWriMo

15 Nov

Minstrel (Tir Athair) Marissa AmesLast Wednesday I met author Marissa Ames who happened to show up at my writing group for some NaNoWriMo fun.

We did our NaNoWriMo thing, and busted out some wordcount between relaxed chatting and laughing.

She is a seriously cool person (not only does she write but she also paints and has her own urban farm!)

If you are looking for a new author checkout her website and book.  I haven’t read it yet, but will be starting it soon.  I’ll tell you how I like it once I finish, although I have some pretty high expectations after reading the short stories posted on her site and actually meeting her.

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