Love’s Final Frontier – my daily picsperation story

Here’s my daily picsperation story from yesterday.  You should follow that blog (and mine if you aren’t already) – lots of great authors writing stories based on photo prompts.

Love’s Final Frontier

When he approached her, his head was turned down, gaze focused on his shoes. He held a present between his outstretched arms, still not looking her in the eye.

“Gary, you’re scaring me,” Anna said, taking the gift but setting it aside to tug her best friend of ten years into her arms. “Why won’t you look at me? What happened?” She rattled off a dozen other questions before he finally looked up with tears in his eyes.

He held onto her like a lifeline, finally letting her in on what had happened before breaking down and burying his face into her hair while she was tucked safely against his chest. “My grandparents died in a car wreck a few hours ago. Some drunk driver on his way home from a Christmas party.” His voice was an exhaled stream of words, like he’d been choking them back, as if doing so would keep them from being true. Through stuttered breaths he continued, “Do you want to know the crazy thing about that? My only thought was…what if that had happened to you? What if I’d lost you tonight?” His hand was gently stroking through her long wavy hair, soothing her when Anna should have been comforting him. But he wasn’t done yet. He shushed her attempt at condolences, telling her he wasn’t finished. “I know I could completely blow everything we have, but I can’t keep it to myself anymore, Anna.” He paused, pulling her away so he could look into her eyes, wanting to make certain that she knew how serious his declaration was. “I’m in love with you—ever since our drunk kiss after Colin Mackenzie’s Fourth of July party. I’ve fallen more and more in love with you every single day, and I can’t believe it has taken me five years to finally tell you.”

Anna’s eyes were wide with shock. Of everything Gary could have said to her in that moment, this was the most unexpected. She’d seen him date his way through college and much of their adult life. Of course she had similar feelings, but she’d never thought they’d be reciprocated.


“Are you going to say something?” he teased, trying to lighten the mood, but his eyes were deep pools of worry and rejection.

Shaking her head, Anna tried to lift the fog of his confession. “Sorry,” she replied. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry,” she repeated, realizing that he’d just lost both of his remaining grandparents in one fell swoop.

His crooked grin lifted. “Thanks, but that wasn’t exactly what I was looking for.”

Anna grabbed his hand and led him over to her sofa, needing to sit down so she could look him in the eye. She hugged him tightly, wanting to reassure him that all would be fine, but her proper upbringing made her respond to Gary’s grieving needs before addressing her own feelings for her handsome friend. She’d never admitted that she too had felt the kiss he was referring to all the way from the tingle in her lips to the knock of her knees that night. She had tried to chalk it up to being drunk and lonely, but in the sobering light of day, she hadn’t been able to deny it. Instead, she’d squashed the feeling deep into the dark recesses of her heart, thinking they would never see the light of day. She often wondered how she’d made it through the years and not become bitter and resentful for all the other women that passed through his embrace.

Shaking her out of her thoughts, Gary pulled out of her grasp and grabbed hold of her hands, stilling them from the fidgeting he knew would happen. She always played with her rings when she was nervous, spinning them around and around until you eventually got mesmerized by the movement.

Not wanting her to be focused on anything but him, Gary spoke calmly, trying not to spook her more than he already had. “I appreciate you trying to comfort me, honestly I do, but I didn’t come here looking for comfort.” His brusque words shocked even him, but he knew after an evening like he’d just had, honesty was the only way to go. Life was so short and fragile. What if he’d never been able to tell her how he felt about her? That would be something worth grieving over, but he hoped that after tonight, he’d never have to.

“I realize this was wholly unexpected, and I’ll give you all the time you need to process it.” Tapping her head teasingly, he continued, “I know how you like to overanalyze everything in that noodle of yours.”

Kate smiled at his reference to the constant inner dialogue that kept her up many a night, going over all that she’d done that day and what she could have improved upon. She was a perfectionist, and an over-thinking, analytical one at that.

“Why?” she finally asked, pulling her hands free. She needed the repetitive movement of those rings to calm her thoughts. She wanted to believe him, to explode with joy at his confession, but she’d been hurt by too many men in the past to be so willing to jump in without at least asking a few basic questions.

“Why what? Why do I want to risk ruining our friendship in the ultimate pursuit of happiness? Why do I think you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever known? Why did I drive over here when I should realistically be driving back home to see my parents? Why what?” Gary’s smile was broad, but his eyes were traitorous, flickering with his grief and apprehension. He knew when she began a line of questioning with a simple but unstructured sentence, her mind was moving in too many directions to compose a proper one. It also likely meant she was at least considering the possibility that he loved her.

She shook her head, grinning at his playful come back. He knew her so well, perhaps too well, come to think of it. “Why do you love me? I’ve seen you date women who are smarter, prettier, wealthier, and dare I say funnier than I am? So why me? After all this time, why me?”

Leaning down, he kissed her lips gently before whispering into her ear, “Because they could never measure up to you.”

Apparently that was enough reassurance for Anna. She pulled him into her arms and kissed the ever-loving daylights out of him. Five years of pent-up sexual frustration spilled out in that one passionate kiss, relieving her of the weight that had been solidly sitting in the middle of her chest and the thoughts that had relentlessly kept her up at night.

Finally pulling apart, the pair caught their breath; hands never ceased their movements over the other’s body, almost as if their hands couldn’t believe their good fortune either. They didn’t waste time stripping their clothes and working their way back to Anna’s bedroom in no time. They’d spent many nights sleeping in the same bed together, but never joined as one. Tonight that would all change. They weren’t shy or self-conscious; instead, desire and love spilled over and allowed the two to finally broach the last frontier of their long-standing relationship.

“I love you, too,” Anna eventually confessed, strewn naked across his impressively built chest. Something she hadn’t ever really allowed herself to appreciate until right then.

Just as the pair began to drift off into a satiated sleep, Gary had to tease her just one last time. Anna felt his chest shake slightly with a chuckle before her earlier expression was echoed back to her in Gary’s sleepy voice. “Why?”


Happy Thanksgiving

I just wanted to send say a quick Thanksgiving Cheers to my friends around the US.

I haven’t been around much, and that is partially because I’ve been in a bit of a sulky, pity-party-for-one kind of frame of mind.  I’m desperately hoping I can adjust my attitude appropriately for this amazing holiday, because I really do have a lot to be thankful for.  Yes, this year will NEVER, EVER rank as one of my all time favorite or best, but I do have a roof over my head.  I have a family and great friends.  I need to remember there are others out there who have it so much worse than I do and I need to fully appreciate all of the bounty that life has given to me.

I appreciate any of you who take the time to read my posts, reviews, etc.  I appreciate my writing buddies who take the time to encourage and support me, even when I think I suck like a five dollar whore.

So I’m going to raise my glass and try to fully appreciate the life I’ve been given and to try and ensure that next year, is a whole lot brighter.

Thanks & until next time,


The Seer – Daily Picsperation post

Here is my Daily Picsperation story from yesterday.

The below images were the prompts used.

The Seer 

She took hold of the discarded doll, the only lead the police had in the case. Closing her eyes, she allowed her mind to calm, and focused all of her energy on the object she held tightly in her arms. A flurry of images flew behind her closed lids. She knew this was the process, that they would eventually slow and she’d be able to hone in on the significance of each clue her guides presented to her. 

Alexa was only called in when the detectives were really stumped, never wanting to admit defeat and that their resident psychic might actually be able to help them solve a crime. The good news was she was often able to aid their investigation, but usually by the time they’d come knocking on her door, there was little she could do for the victim.

Tonight was no exception. She knew Hailey Mills wasn’t still among the living. Her spirit was working with Alexa’s guides to help her.

“I’m seeing a map. There is some relation to Pembroke,” she started telling the two men sitting in her living room, looking uncomfortable and desperate.

A lightning bolt struck the map in her mind, usually her guide’s way of showing her exactly what she should be focusing on. “The intersection in Suncook Village. I’m seeing the number fifty-six and the letter B. I’m not sure if that’s an apartment, or a house number, but something significant took place in Suncook village.” Alexa knew her voice sounded tinny and distant, her deep trance-like meditation states often made her feel like she was floating above her body, taking in a motion picture on the back wall of her brain.

Her guides kept showing her image after image of clues that she knew only Hailey and her abductor would have known about. “There’s a basement. Look for one that’s built into the ground, with the big storm doors that open up. A dark blue sedan. Four doors. You might find a red plaid blanket as well.” Alexa continued to rattle off the items until her mind’s eye was abruptly flooded with blood. She wasn’t sure exactly the torture they inflicted upon this little girl, but Alexa had to close off her connection to the otherworld at that moment, unable to take any more of the horror.

“There’s going to be a lot of blood, or at least evidence of it somewhere.” She paused, knowing the next words were about to devastate a family who’d spent the last three days looking for the missing seven year old. “You’re not going to find her alive.” At the mention of her deceased status, the officer’s faces dropped but went slack with an emotionless mask after the briefest of time. The two stood, nodding and thanking her for her help, telling Alexa they’d be in touch if they needed anything else.

“One more thing,” she started, walking the men to the door. “Tell Hailey’s parents that she’s safe now.”

Closing the door behind the men, she slid down to the ground, allowing the grief to wash over her in a strangled sob. Tilting her head up to the sky, she asked her guides to take care of the girl, knowing better than to ask for relief from the gift she’d been given. If only someday they came to her first, maybe she’d be able to save a little girl instead of pointing them in the direction of her dead body.

Success and slowly trudging along.

This pretty much sums up how I feel right now.

After being stuck all week on a section of Worthy of a Name, I took someone’s advice and just quickly finished it (still planning on coming back later to add more) and moved right along.

And you know what?

It worked!

Instead of limping along with only 500 or so words, I had a major breakthrough and wrote almost 3K words today.  I’m hoping to squeeze a little more in later to hopefully actually accomplish that target.

Now, I’m still WAY off the nano recommended target, but I’m doing exactly what I said about two posts ago.  Slow and steady.  Progress is progress and I’ll take what I can get.

I’m not a writer by trade.  I squeeze in time when I can, but ultimately, it will always come behind my family and for now, my paycheck providing job.

Thanks for sticking with me, and I appreciate all your sweet and kind comments and suggestions about combating my writers block.

Taking it one day at a time,


How do you stay motivated?

For the last two days I’ve been stuck writing my Nano piece.  And by stuck, I mean seriously stuck in a molasses type muck of indecision and lack of creativity.  So I’m asking anyone who reads my tiny little blog…

How do you resolve your writers block?  

Do you skip over the section your stuck on and come back later?

Do you set it aside and work on something else?

I’d love to hear your tried and true methods to combat your imagination’s total meltdown.

Fill me in, I’m waiting.

Until next time,


Slow and Steady, Right?

Well, I’m making progress.  Slow progress, but progress all the same.

I’ve only just hit over 8,000 words for Worthy of a Name and while it’s not exactly tracking towards the traditional NaNoWriMo target of 50,000 words, it is better than nothing, right?

If I keep telling myself that, I’ll keep pushing and striving towards the end goal, which as nice as the fancy, shmancy 50k goal is, it’s not the actual target is it?


A completed book is the target right?  So whether I finish that by December or next year, it doesn’t really matter as long as I continue to move forward.

So hang in there with me.  I may not be a NaNoWriMo superstar, but I’m that teeny tiny turtle who will eventually cross the finish line.

Thanks for sticking with me,


Gotta Start Somewhere – #NaNoWriMo – Day 1


Well, day one of NaNoWriMo was almost a success.  I managed to write about 1500 words, which isn’t the 2,000 I was hoping for.  However, it IS a start, and you have to start somewhere, right?.  Now I just need to build upon that foundation.

I will be excited if I manage to write 40K words and completely ecstatic if I hit 50K.  My realistic goal is 40K, because I probably won’t find much time on the weekends to write, so I’m aiming for 2k a day during the week if I can manage it.

So like I said, the beginning is a very good place to start.

Stick with me & I may even post little snippets here and there along the way.

Until next time,