A Drop in the Bucket


Happy Friday! It’s time for the MFRW 52 week blog hop for 2018!

Welcome to week 7: Top5 Things on My Bucket List


Let’s get right to it then, shall we? I never really put much stock into a bucket list until last year, when I thought I had waited too long. All sorts of images from worst case scenario to the ten worst possibilities flooded my mind. I thought that the first thing on my list would never get accomplished, and if I was lucky I might be able to do number 3 and 5.

Prior to my surgery I actually sat down and made a list of the things I wanted to accomplish or experience before I kicked off, or kicked the bucket. As that day seemed rapidly approaching, I spent most of those days in tears not knowing how I would be able to do any of them.

I’ve mentioned it before, but yes I tend to be overly dramatic at times. It’s kind of difficult not to when you get the big C diagnosis. I have been intensely focused on the first one, and this year I plan to make a serious dent in the first one, second one, and the 5th one. (I’m really pulling for all 5,  but hope to complete #2 and #5 this year!)

Ellie’s Top 5 Bucket List Items

  1. Publish 20 of my books. I have a huge file of partially completed and completed stories that I have been clinging to, reluctant to release my babies. Then what did I write them for? Why do I write in the first place?  To entertain others. How is anyone going to enjoy them when they are squirreled away in a locked file?
  2. Decorate my home the way I want!  I spent many years, trying to pease my mother, trying to win the approval of my mother in law.  I spent so long trying to fit in with everyone else,  I didn’t put things on my wall that I like. Currently,  we have very little on the walls. I can’t really use the excuse of we just painted because we painted over 5 years ago. I need to minimize the clutter in my home and organize, and put up minimum decorations in this house, in order to sell.  But when we move, Katy Bar the Door! I’ve got some great ideas saved on Pinterest.
  3. Travel!!! Nova Scotia, Western Caribbean, Hawaii, Scotland, Ireland, Italy, Venice, Rome, Australia – not sure I want to go to the outback and experience the wildlife like black mambas – crikey! There are places in the US that I haven’t been to yet, and I want to go. The Badlands, Grand Canyon, and many others!
  4. Be the Keynote Speaker at an Author Event. Someday. I have done public speaking before,  that’s not the challenge.  The challenge is to do it for other writers. It will be so much more fun than speaking of scientific type stuff.
  5. MY OWN OFFICE!!!!  Let me clarify, my own home office. If you’ve read last week’s post about the office you will understand. And here is where we have the hole in the bucket.

What do you think?  Do you think they are attainable? How about you? what are some of the items on your bucket list?

As this is a blog hop, there are many other authors who are participating.  You can check them out HERE: when I scheduled this,  the list wasn’t up yet so hopefully you will be able to go there and get the fresh list.

Write on my friends, write on!

 

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Tasty Treats!


In my quest for finding recipes that I can eat and don’t taste like cardboard, or consist of a bowl of kale. . . I’ve come across a few winners.

So, I decided to share a few of those with you here.

My dietary constraints are cancer and diabetes. Sugar-free is an absolute necessity, and with diabetes, low carb count is essential as well.

I have been cooking with whole grains, fresh foods, mostly lean proteins – fish and poultry, and very few processed foods of any sort.

I feel great most of the time. I feel so much healthier than I was at this time last year. Small changes add up to big results.

Here’s a tasty recipe if you want to make just one healthy switch in your diet.

Banana – Blueberry Muffins

  • servings – 12 muffins
  • Prep – 20 minutes, Bake 15 minutes
  • Oven – 400 F

INGREDIENTS:

  • 1  cup all purpose flour
  • 3/4 cups whole wheat flour
  • 1/3 cup packed brown sugar ( I use Swerve baking brown sugar substitute)
  • 2 tsp baking powder
  • 1/2 tsp ground cinnamon
  • 1/4 tsp salt
  • 3/4 cup mashed ripe banana
  • 1/2 cup fat-free milk
  • 1/4 cup butter, melted
  • 1 egg, lightly beaten
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 3/4 cup fresh blueberries

Preheat oven to 400.F Grease 12 muffin cups. set aside.

In a medium bowl stir together flour, brown sugar, baking powder, cinnamon, and salt. Make a well in the center of flour mixture, set aside. IN another bowl, combine banana, milk, butter, egg, and vanilla.

Add banana mixture all at once to flour mixture. Stir just until moistened. Batter will be lumpy. Fold in blueberries. Spoon batter into prepared muffin cups. filling each about three-fourths full. Bake for 15 to 20 minutes or until golden brown on top. Cool on wire rack, just five minutes then serve warm.

Nutritional info per muffin: 172 calories,  4 g total fat, (3 g saturated with real butter) 11 mg cholesterol, 135 mg sodium, 25 grams of carbs, 3 g protein.

I gotta be honest,  I used a few more blueberries than the recommended amount. What can I say, I like blueberries!

It’s good to have nutritious tasty foods! Hope you enjoy. Let me know if you try the recipe and what you think! Write on my friends, write on!

Oh Well!


In the past, I would have been quite upset.

In the past, I would have been ten times bent out of shape because my plans were derailed.

In the past, . . . well you get the idea. I make plans,  they get trashed. You’d think I would get used to it by now, but no.

I can’t afford to get upset over this anymore, it’s not worth it. I can choose to go with the flow, adapt, overcome, and change directions on the fly. Well, sort of.

OK, so maybe I don’t adapt on the fly. There are a few kinks and jagged edges before I accept the inevitable. Alright,  in some cases I am downright pouty that my plans were trashed. Like my plans for January – trashed. I haven’t been in the “Oh well” frame of mind.  I’ve been in the ‘toddler kicking and screaming mentally’ stage. Hey, I know my truth and at least I’m honest about it!

Real mature, I know. I need to adapt a more French “C’est le Vie” approach, or  the “que sera sera” or a more Bohemian -“Oh well.” attitude.

Changing your habits and behavior is a difficult thing and sometimes those learned responses that are programmed into the rabbit tracks of our brains,  you know the automatic responses, still show up even when you think you’ve kicked it.  It’s the same type of thing that triggers PTSD, seriously it’s the same brain parts. I know y’all don’t want to talk about the amygdala and the reticular formation so we will move on.

For example, I had laid out a plan for my blog with themed days again. Mojo Monday with my motivational posts to stir myself and others up! Tasty Tuesday where I will share new tasty Cancer friendly meals. I was undecided on Wednesdays and Thursdays, Fridays would be the MFRW posts, and Sunday to get back to the WeWriWa snippets.

Then . . . LIFE HAPPENS. First, it was the flu, even after getting a flu shot. Then the therapy appointments and doctor appointments. Then, family in the hospital, then funerals, then more people in the hospital,  then the big appointments with the oncologist. (We’ll address that at a later time when I’ve processed things fully and can  be calm.)

All of this has left me with little left to give out, feeling exhausted and drained emotionally and physically. Not that y’all aren’t important to me,  because I’ve told y’all before, I get super excited when I get a new follower, or someone leaves a comment. It really is a high point in my day! But there comes a time when there are other life matters that take priority over what I want, over a self-imposed deadline that only really matters to me.

Seeing a loved one in the hospital in pain,  or the nerve-wracking waiting for them to be out of surgery. This is when you have to accept the moment, be in the moment and realize that the most important parts of our lives are the friends and family we love and that love us.

You are only truly blessed when you love and are loved.

I think this is one of the really sad part of our current society, people will spend hours on social media, yet isolate themselves from the people who care about them.

Do yourself a favor.  Put down your phone, get off your tablet and engage with someone. Call your mom, ask her what’s for dinner and tell her how much you appreciate her. Call your sister you haven’t seen or talked to in weeks or months. Go visit your kids and grandkids! Life is too short.

We need to embrace the moments of joy that life offers. Make part of this year’s goals be spending real time with friends and families and living life.

I have a lot more I’d like to say,  but I need to go to the hospital to visit my sister. The “tyranny of the should haves” is really working overtime on me and I don’t want to add to it.

Go! Live! Laugh! Enjoy life.  Have dinner with someone you love! Visit a friend or at least call. That’s what our phones are really for.

Write on my friends, write on!

This Year’s Plan


You may have noticed my absence. I got one post in for this year’s 52 week blog hop and then I got hit with the flu. Along with feeling ill,  I’ve been uber frustrated with not getting my blog up. Sorry guys and gals!

This is the first time I have ever gotten a flu shot,  at the direction of my oncologist and I got the flu anyway. *Levels look*

The past few days I haven’t been online because I have been tackling the decluttering/organizing for our home that is at the top of my goals for this year. OK, part of this is avoiding the anxiety I am having over my scheduled mammogram –  the first since my diagnosis last year.

Timeout for a sec:  It is my intention to avoid talking about cancer,  to stay focused on the present,  the future, and not give any more attention to the hell that was last year. Having said that,  ultimately this is the cause of my current anxiety because I sure didn’t expect the diagnosis last time.

I’ve removed 5 bags of stuff- clothing, bedding, linens, miscellaneous stuff to take to Goodwill,  but it’s still sitting by the front door as it’s been too cold to get out if I didn’t have to. It’s going to be warmer tomorrow,  so it goes bye bye with me when I leave!!

I think that is a fair amount of progress for this week, that equates to a full trash bag per day!  I’ve been too embarrassed at the mess – seriously,  the whole time I was going through treatments,  it was all I could do to cook a few meals,  to sweep the floor on occasion, and swish the toilet. Since nobody else bothered, the accumulation of stuff is overwhelming.

Stuffitis is a serious issue here. But this year,  2018 –  the Year of the Dog, we are going with close to austere existence.  Minimalism is my new favorite word.

In fact, I’ve been pondering my word for this year.  I’ve seen several of my friends post here or there that their word for the year is. *fill in the blank*. I didn’t have a word.  I was looking for something spiritual I think, but yesterday it hit me like a 12-pound bowling ball on a rope –MINIMIZE!

  • Minimize the clutter and stuff.
  • Minimize the clothes that no longer fit or suit me.
  • Minimize the pantry contents.
  • Minimize my schedule.
  • Minimize my measurements –  making progress on that one!!!!
  • Minimize the emotional baggage I’ve been carrying.
  • Minimize wasted time.

Yeah, I’m pretty sure I figured out that this is my word for the year.

So for this year on the blog,  I have a few things planned but I’m not promising that I won’t go off track.

There may be recipe shares, craft shares, writing shares,  health and diet information. ( I found a couple really interesting things I want to share.)

So,  I realize we are in the third week of January –  but my first two weeks have been mostly occupied with sickness.  So, here’s hoping for a great year –  for all of us!

Write on my friends, write on!

 

 

 

Reindeer Games


Welcome to Flash Fest December!

I have some author friends who have joined me in this challenge, and are contributing to the prize baskets!

This week’s prize basket:

  • $10.00 Amazon gift card
  •  your choice of one of my ebooks
  • swag bag
  •  handcrafted quality jewelry!
  • ebook of Clockwork Nutcracker

This is how the prize giveaway will work:

Leave a comment throughout the week on any blog post, whether it’s the blog hop, flash, guest spot, or weekend writing warriors. I will select one of the commenters through Randompicker and post it on Monday’s post ( or rather Tuesday as it’s been lately, since my internet connection has been sketchy.) That person can contact me on Facebook or email me at: l.e.mcatee@gmail.com.

The challenge is to write a flash piece, 500 to 1000 words based on a Holiday tune as a prompt. The author was given the option to select their own or I would assign one. Trust me,  my list of holiday tunage is anything but traditional!

Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer

The Reindeer Game

By

Teel James Glenn

Copyright 2017 by Teel James Glenn

Cities near the arctic circle are usually quiet places even as the holidays approach, full of folks who’ve elected to leave the hustle and bustle of ‘down south’ cities or who work for Old Nick in one of the satellite shops that make toys for the ‘big day’, now only a week away. Most people, elves and wild life go about their business peacefully. When they don’t I get called; I’m a cop.

My name’s Khristmas, Joe Khristmas.

I was working the Serious Crimes Division out of Moosejaw when we got the call; grandma deceased; possible crime.

My partner was Kenny Krampus.

We piled into the police sled and headed off to the northern-most suburb of the town to a little trailer park near the river.

“Dead, alright, trampled,” Kenny hissed. His uniform cap slid off his head where he had jammed it between his horns as he leaned over to look at the corpse. He just picked it up and repositioned it between them as he spoke. “Looks like reindeer tracks.”

It was true, the hoof prints were marked in the mud in front of the trailer of old Mother Gyzander, and over her body, then up the side of the trailer. Straight up.

“Yup,” I said. “Flying reindeer, looks like.”

I interviewed the witness, a deliveryman from Jiavaro.com, that big online company, named Jones.

“I swear, it just jumped up and down on her, snorting and squawking,” Jones said. He was a thin guy in a brown uniform, with a little nervous tick in his left eye that made it seem like he was winking all the time.

“You say you saw the whole attack?” I asked. Kenny was sniffing around the body, literally, his Krampus senses on high as he searched for clues.

“Well, no, not really,” Jones said. “I was in my truck getting a package ready…we organize our routes, you know to make it easier to get all our deliveries in our area done on time, efficiently, you know?”

“Uh, huh,” I said, taking notes as he spoke. “The facts, sir, did you or did you not see the attack?”

“Uh, yes, well,” he continued, “I had pulled over there to sort my route and was in the middle of it when I heard…I heard this swishing noise and a scream and then this thumping and when I came out that horrible antlered thing with the red nose was just finishing stomping on her then ran up the side of the trailer with its bloody hooves…” His voice trailed off.

I waited while the deliveryman dealt with emotions. Civilians are like that, they don’t see what we see. Kenny caught my eye and I watched as he ambled over to the delivery truck, doing his best to seem casual about it, though there is not much chance of a furred and horned creature like Kenny ever looking causal.

At the truck he paused and sniffed, peering into the open back then waved me over.

“Excuse me, sir,” I said to the sobbing man and stepped over to my partner.

“Okay, Kenny,” I said. “Do we put a call in to the workshop to have Rudolph brought in?”

Kenny waggled his shaggy head at me and pointed into the back of the truck. Among the chaos of boxes I saw what he was looking at, one of those grabber things used to get things down from high shelves. We exchanged a look and I knew it was time to play good cop/Krampus cop with Mister Jones.

“You say you saw the killer, Mr. Jones?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said.

“A reindeer?” Kenny growled.

“Yes.”

“With antlers?” I asked.

“Yeah, sure,” Jones said.

“And you saw it trample granny?” Kenny drew himself up to his full height and let his fangs show in a half smile, half grimace.

“No,” Jones said. “I said I heard it and then I saw the damn thing skip up the side of the trailer and fly away.”

“An antlered reindeer?” I asked.

“Yes,” he practically yelled. “With a red nose, I told you.”

“Where you from, Mister Jones?” I said, changing tack. “Down south?”

“From New York,” the deliveryman said. “I came up this last summer. What does that have to do with anything? That damn flying menace killed that woman.”

“That clinches it,” I said to Kenny. “Cuff’em.”

“What?” Jones looked from my hairy partner to me with shock in his eyes that quickly went to anger. When Kenny moved to pull his cuffs the deliveryman dodged and avoided the grab. Kenny spun to get him, but I’m the sprinter in the team so I was through Kenny’s legs and hit Jones at knee height with my shoulder.

He went down like the price of beaver pelts. Kenny was on him in a minute and we got him wrapped for shipping.

“You’re under arrest for the murder of Grandma Gyzander,” I said. “Anything you say can and will be used against you.”

“How…” Jones stammered, “How did you…”

“How did we figure you killed her?” Kenny said with a Krampus snort. “You really are a city boy.”

“Simple,” I said as we walked Jones to the squad sled. “Kenny saw the grabber in your truck that you stuck a fake hoof on and used to club the woman to death and make the fake tracks.”

“You’re just guessing,” Jones insisted. “You ain’t got nothin’…I saw that red-nosed freak.”

“What was it,” I continued, “stress of competing with the big guy for gift delivery? Or the lack of sunlight up here…it drives lots of you southerners nuts.”

“Yeah, why else make a southerner mistake?” Kenny said with disgust.

“What do you mean?” Jones said.

“Simple,” I said as I helped Jones into the car. “Male reindeer lose their antlers in early December, everyone snow bred knows that.”

The End.

About the author:

Teel James Glenn

Teel James Glenn was born in Brooklyn though he’s traveled the world for forty years as a stuntman, fight choreographer, swordmaster, jouster, book illustrator, storyteller, bodyguard, haunted house barker and actor. His stories and articles have been printed in scores of magazines from Mad to Black Belt, Sherlock Holmes Mystery, Weird Tales, Blazing Adventures. Works include Steampunk Tales as well as a number of books for many publishers, including The Clockwork Nutcracker, a steampunk fable for Pro Se Productions.

He is the winner of the 2012 Pulp Ark Award for Best Author.

His website is theurbanswashbuckler.com

His greatest achievement, however, is his awesome daughter Aislin Rose.

 

Leave a comment and let Teel know what you think!

Write on my friends, write on!

 

Feliz Navidad


Welcome to Flash Fest December!

I have some author friends who have joined me in this challenge, and are contributing to the prize baskets!

This week’s prize basket:

  • $10.00 Amazon gift card
  •  your choice of one of my ebooks
  • swag bag
  •  handcrafted quality jewelry!
  • ebook of Clockwork Nutcracker

This is how the prize giveaway will work:

Leave a comment throughout the week on any blog post, whether it’s the blog hop, flash, guest spot, or weekend writing warriors. I will select one of the commenters through Randompicker and post it on Monday’s post ( or rather Tuesday as it’s been lately, since my internet connection has been sketchy.) That person can contact me on Facebook or email me at: l.e.mcatee@gmail.com.

Winner for the week of December 17 thru December 23- Carol Gyzander!!!  Carol has deferred as an author in the giveaway, and our prize winner is: Cindy Webb!

The challenge is to write a flash piece, 500 to 1000 words based on a Holiday tune as a prompt. The author was given the option to select their own or I would assign one. Trust me,  my list of holiday tunage is anything but traditional!

Feliz Navidad by Jose Feliciano

Feliz Navidad

By Shellie Brown

Angie was looking forward to her session today with Mary but she was also a little nervous. Angie never asked the counselor to hypnotize her before and she was only doing this because she and George were finally beginning to connect again. She wanted to do something special but she was so shy that she couldn’t think of any other way to come up with the courage to give him the gift she wanted to give him.

So today at her therapy session she was going to be hypnotized and have the hypnotic suggestion planted that only on Christmas Eve and only when she heard a certain song, a certain Christmas Carol that was George’s favorite, Feliz Navidad. Which she never heard anywhere else except in her home that she would begin a slow sensual striptease for him.

That was where the misadventure began. The session went fine and she had almost forgotten about the hypnotic suggestion until they were wrapping presents on Christmas Eve for their son and they ran out of tape.

George asked her to run to the store quickly and grab another roll so that they could finish wrapping presents before he got up in the morning.

Angie walked into the store, the type of big-box store that was the only place still open on Christmas Eve after 8 p.m.  She started to wander back towards where the tape would be by where they kept all the school supplies and craft supplies, and then it happened.  Feliz Navidad came on over the intercom and she completely forgot why she was there.

Angie started to slowly and sensually dance and begin to take off her top. She was in the process of unzipping her skirt whenever security caught up with her and took her to the back which snapped her out of it because she could no longer hear the music in the security office.  Angie looked around bewildered and covered herself realizing she wasn’t wearing a shirt.

The security guard handed her her top and asked if she would please put it back on. He then asked if there was someone they could call to pick her up since she didn’t seem well.

They called her husband George, who arrived within ten minutes. She had to explain to him what had happened. At first he was shocked but, when she explained what she had been trying to do for him, he just laughed and kissed her and asked if she had gotten the tape.  When she said she didn’t think so, they walked back hand in hand and got the tape before driving home together.

They finished wrapping  Michael’s presents and put on Feliz Navidad so that she could give him his present. What Angie didn’t realize it that officially Christmas Eve is over at midnight and it was 12:32 a.m. when they turned on Feliz Navidad but it didn’t matter anymore, she had all the courage she needed.

Angie gave him a slow sensual striptease which led to the best Christmas gift either of them had ever had and a closeness that would last for all of the coming year.

About the author:

Shellie Brown

Shellie Brown born and raised in Marietta Georgia has lived all over the country including the DC area and New Orleans during the time of Katrina moved after Hurricane Katrina to the Northern Ohio area near Cleveland where she resides with her two very spoiled kitties and makes jewelry and write stories. She is owner and designer at Mysticware Jewelry.

Leave a comment and let Shellie know what you think!

Write on my friends, write on!

 

Mall-Knapped


Welcome to Flash Fest December!

I have some author friends who have joined me in this challenge, and are contributing to the prize baskets!

This week’s prize basket:

  • $10.00 Amazon gift card
  •  your choice of one of my ebooks
  • swag bag
  •  handcrafted quality jewelry!
  • ebook of Clockwork Nutcracker

This is how the prize giveaway will work:

Leave a comment throughout the week on any blog post, whether it’s the blog hop, flash, guest spot, or weekend writing warriors. I will select one of the commenters through Randompicker and post it on Monday’s post ( or rather Tuesday as it’s been lately, since my internet connection has been sketchy.) That person can contact me on Facebook or email me at: l.e.mcatee@gmail.com.

Winner for the week of December 17 thru December 23- Carol Gyzander!!!

The challenge is to write a flash piece, 500 to 1000 words based on a Holiday tune as a prompt. The author was given the option to select their own or I would assign one. Trust me,  my list of holiday tunage is anything but traditional!

Christmas Shopping Song

by Bev Harrell

Mall-knapped

by Cindy Webb

Christmas was over.  The January retail slow down had hit. When I cashed my drawer at J.C. Penney, I was in a hurry to get to my youth meeting. I was twenty but my favorite people were there.  I made the long trek to the employee parking lot to my Chrysler Calais. When I took off, I heard breaking glass. Apparently, someone had place bottles in front of my tires.

Later, I would figure out that ugly green car that went speeding off had left them for me.  That same car tracked me onto I-55.

 The driver hollered out the window,  “Hey lady, you have a flat tire.” He wove in and out of traffic relentless until I pulled over.

I am embarrassed to tell you this next part, but I got out despite my better judgment. This guy was unintimidating, even pitiful.  His university sweatshirt and pants were baggy. His high top shoe-laces were not tied. He was homely.

Huge black circles indicated he wasn’t getting much sleep.

I checked my own tire in the dark. Seemed fine to me. There were no cell phones. I didn’t have a flashlight. The shoulder of the highway was dark. I argued that  I couldn’t see anything wrong.

 He checked the pressure with a gauge and insisted on checking my trunk for a spare. He gave me a little push. I pushed back. Heels and all.

I said “Hey.” and told him I was in a hurry and I would just pray. I told him that God would take care of me. He always had and He would do it again. He offered to pray with me.

We did. I went to get into my car.

 He insisted on airing my tire up but, he had made me miss the ramp to the gas station. Annoyed and needing to get this over with, I caved.  I got into his car.

He put in a Wayne Watson cassette and played “Watercolour Ponies”.

When he headed down to the apartment entrance, a bad feeling swept over me. I knew I was in deep trouble. I clenched my knees together. Why did I wear a bubble mini-dress today?

 I figured out quickly that he parked too close to the nearby car for even my tiny frame to open the long heavy door.  I panicked. I got mad. I tried and tried.

My inner voice cried out to God! I turned to the man.

He had a gun pointed at me. I threw my head between my knees like some kind of ostrich, putting my hands over the back of my head. My imagination produced images of brain splatter of the car window.

 I couldn’t breathe.

My heart pounded in my ears.

 I reasoned with God. “I thought you had good plans for me. I thought I was going to do great things for you. I thought I would go into ministry. But if this is it, I know I am safe with you.” I know, I heard the God of the Universe shake me out of my tail-spin.

 A still small voice said, “Cindy, guys do not pull girls off of the side of the road, just to kill them.”

I answered in my head, “NOOOOOOOOOO! Not this way! It is not ending like that.”

At that point, I stepped through the iconic eye-of-the-needle.

I asked God, what to do.

He said, “Ask him, why is he doing this.”

So through tears, I asked.

That’s all it took.

He began to talk to me. He told me he was going to commit suicide. He even set the gun down.

He poured out his heart about how terrible his life had been. Story after terrible story of how he had lost family members in tragic accidents.   Although I didn’t realize it at the time, I was counseling him.

I would listen and tell him about my God who cared.

I talked to him about how God is love and how I wouldn’t want to go to hell because love must not exist there. In my head, I was standing on scriptures I had heard at a recent meeting.I was thinking about how a little old lady had subdued a burglar with nothing but saying scripture out loud.

To him, I was just willing to let him talk to someone. I kept praying under my breath. Throughout the conversation, he kept scooching further over onto my side of the car. I told him that there were angels right in that backseat. I told him we were not alone.

 I offered to pray with him. He let me.

Then he came too close. I put my hand on his chest and commanded him to get back on his side of the car. To my surprise and relief, it worked. He took his gun and threw it out of the window and into the nearby weeds then offered to let me go.

I had to promise that he could come see me at my work. He even gave me his full name and made me promise not to call the authorities. I knew I had to.  I also knew that I had to get free. I agreed.

He took me to the gas station and sped away.  I asked the gas station attendant if I could use his phone to call the police.

“Why lady, did your boyfriend just dump you off? Did you have a fight?”

“No. I was kidnapped and I used the power of Jesus’ name to get away.”

 “You know what, I believe you,” he walked me to the phone.

The next couple of hours I sat with the crime unit.  I still couldn’t tell you the make and model of the car. Mine was covered in fingerprint ink.   I honestly could not relay a good description of his face.  In the darkness, I just saw a weary, worn, desperate young man.

I had won his trust. He had given me his full name. It was strangely close to that of an author I had followed as a child. I gave that to the police.   I arrived home around 2:30 am. I reveled in my relationship with Jesus.  When I got under the covers, I sought out scripture to relate my experience to and found this:

Psalm 18 New King James says: 1) I will love thee, O LORD, my strength. 2)The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower, 3)I will call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine enemies. 4)The sorrows of death encompassed me, and the floods of ungodly men made me afraid. 5)The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me .6)In my distress I called upon the LORD, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears.

About the author:

Cindy A. Johnston Webb

CINDY WEBB has a desire to inspire and entertain while exhorting others through life experiences. As a wife, mother, lay-minister and this comes naturally. Her life has been full of endeavors such as selling out everything to go to Rhema Bible Training Center, pursuing an acting career and pioneering a church. Her greatest accomplishments are not in the things that she does, but in being obedient to do what her Heavenly Father has called her to do. Cindy has been a faithful much member of Victory Church in Pevely, MO over thirty years serving in a wide scope of lay-ministries.

Leave a comment and let Cindy know what you think!

Write on my friends, write on!

 

Blogger Interrupted


Welcome to Flash Fest December!

I have some author friends who have joined me in this challenge, and are contributing to the prize baskets!

This is how the prize giveaway will work:

Leave a comment throughout the week on any blog post, whether it’s the blog hop, flash, guest spot, or weekend writing warriors. I will select one of the commenters through Randompicker and post it on Monday’s post ( or rather Tuesday as it’s been lately, since my internet connection has been sketchy.) That person can contact me on Facebook or email me at: l.e.mcatee@gmail.com.

This post will count as well so leave a comment!

 

Ahem!  So,  my apologies for missing the last few days.  Our internet has been down, and I didn’t have my posts prescheduled as I was planning to fine tune them and run a spell check. Trust me,  I need the spell check! Had plans to get things straightened out today –  only I’ve been to one appointment after another and just got home at 4:30 central.  It’s now 5:30 and I am exhausted so y’all have to wait.

So, for these last few days, I may have to double up on flash features. Also,  I will announce the winner for this week tomorrow, so tune in tomorrow!!

Write on my friends,  write on!

It’s Cold Outside


Merry Christmas!

I hope you were all good boys and girls and Santa got you what was on your list.

Welcome to Flash Fest December!

I have some author friends who have joined me in this challenge, and are contributing to the prize baskets!

This week’s prize basket:

  • $5 Amazon gift card
  • 3 Free e-books 
  • Swag bag

 

This is how the prize giveaway will work:

Leave a comment throughout the week on any blog post, whether it’s the blog hop, flash, guest spot, or weekend writing warriors. I will select one of the commenters through Randompicker and post it on Monday’s post ( or rather Tuesday as it’s been lately, since my internet connection has been sketchy.) That person can contact me on Facebook or email me at: l.e.mcatee@gmail.com.

The challenge is to write a flash piece, 500 to 1000 words based on a Holiday tune as a prompt. The author was given the option to select their own or I would assign one. Trust me,  my list of holiday tunage is anything but traditional!

 

Baby, It’s Cold Outside

“Baby it’s warm inside.”

by Sophie Wootten

A harsh, frigid wind tore through the building, ripping at the curtains, its’ sharp fingers scratching at the windows, whistling triumphant nothings as ice filled air danced a fine line between gifting a pain filled battering to the tired grey little building, and offering a gentle teasing caress to the once lordly seat. On the outside walls every shade of grey and green and brown bore delicate facades, lovingly carved by a previous owner whose new bride had desired to demonstrate the beauty of their home inside and out. She had brought warm fires, gentle laughter and the smell of gorse heather into the heart of every guest that had flung open her door, until quite suddenly she had been left alone, eyes filled with an aching sadness and a distant joy of memories once past.

“…I really can’t stay…”

The radio crackled softly as it shook between stations.

“The weather outside is some of the worst we’ve seen in many years…”

“… (But baby it’s cold outside) …”

“-Terms and conditions apply, please see our company information for more details-“

The firelight danced over the mahogany figurines on the sitting room table and cast soft shadowy silhouettes onto the wall as she fiddled carefully with the knobs on the radio.

“…My mother will start to worry…My father will be pacing the floor…”

The male shadow reached out a hand to his lady, swaying in the firelight.

“…I wish I knew how…” the woman danced away but was drawn back gently murmuring “…to break this spell…”

“… (mind if I move in closer?) …” the man sang softy, brushing her cheek with his hand. Penny touched her own cheek lightly, a long-lost smile gracing her lips.

“…My sister will be suspicious-” She had pestered her for months.

“… (gosh your lips look delicious) …” His had been, so easy to kiss.

“…My brother will be there at the door…” Her father had glared from behind him.
“… (It’s up to your knees out there!) …” It had been freezing, the coldest they’d ever had, feet upon feet of snow, just like today.
“…You’ve really been grand…” He had been. Such a gentleman too, walked her all the way home.
“… (I thrill when you touch my hand) …” Her hands tingled as she stretched her hands out in front of her, rubbing the tips of her numb fingers with her thumbs as if searching for a long-lost feeling.
“How can you do this to me?” Penny’s eyes were closed but her heart was burning. “… (think of my lifelong sorrow) …”

Clear liquid leaked from the corner of her eyes, the cold from the window freezing them into glistening ice crystals upon her face. She laid her hand gently upon the cool window watching for a car that would never come, her eyes resting both on the road and how her breath fogged the pane, absentmindedly drawing swirling circles upon the glass, forehead resting against the heavy worn frame.

Breath in, fade. Breath out, fog. Breath in, fade. Breath out, fog.

Breath in-

The fire had burned low, until a dim, red light was the only thing illuminating the room, the candles had long since been blown out by a gentle puff of air, the cat had quieted and had curled up by the worn slippers of her owner, offering a silent guardian and a quiet vigil as dusk turned to night, became dawn.

“…Penny baby it’s warm inside…”

About the author:

Sophie Wootton, 27.

Born and bred in the United Kingdom she studied English Literature with Creative Writing at York St. John University, UK and is currently working for an investment bank in London.
When she isn’t glued to the computer screen writing short stories and poetry, she spends time studying French, drawing for fun, using her cane to avoid the inevitable lamppost collisions and arguing with her cat in an effort to keep her side of the bed.

Leave a comment to let Sophie know you enjoyed her story!

Write on my friends, write on!

Christmas At Home


Welcome to Flash Fest December!

I have some author friends who have joined me in this challenge, and are contributing to the prize baskets!

The winner for last week’s Prize Basket is:

Nina Valdez!  Nina, I will be contacting you!

This week’s prize basket:

  • $5 Amazon gift card
  • Free e-book for Red Wine & Roses, contemporary romance
  • Swag bag
  • e-book of What We’ve Unlearned: English Class Goes Punk (The Writerpunk Project Book 4
  • e-book of Holiday Fling, contemporary romance

This is how the prize giveaway will work:

Leave a comment throughout the week on any blog post, whether it’s the blog hop, flash, guest spot, or weekend writing warriors. I will select one of the commenters through Randompicker and post it on Monday’s post. That person can contact me on Facebook or email me at: l.e.mcatee@gmail.com.

The challenge is to write a flash piece, 500 to 1000 words based on a Holiday tune as a prompt. The author was given the option to select their own or I would assign one. Trust me,  my list of holiday tunage is anything but traditional!

The Island of Misfit Toys

Christmas at Home

Black Mountain Pack

by Miranda Lynn

The offkey sound of four young cubs voices ringing together echoed through the house, each throwing their own spin on a classic Christmas song while their mothers warmed the kitchen with baking.

“Why are we all such a misfits?
I am not just a nit wit!
I’m an adorable
Fox…panther…lynx
Why don’t we fit in?”

 

That caterwauling has to stop,” Sterling grumbled.

Rea headed Sterling off as he marched towards the living room. “Let them enjoy themselves. I remember growing up and this time of year was the only happy times I remember. I know their life isn’t like mine was but these classics bring a sense of joy and happiness. Let them be kids.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and silenced his response with a searing kiss.

“Alright for now I’ll leave them. What are you two up to?”

“We’re making Christmas cookies, want to help?” Reana grabbed a pot holder and took out the cookie sheet from the oven replacing it with another full of dough ready to bake.

A cold breeze blasted them as the back door once again opened admitting more of the family. Jerome and Suzanne stomped their boots on the rug before removing them. Suzanne made the rounds hugging everyone. “Where are the cubs?”

In the living room watching Rudolph.” Casey replied kissing Jerome’s cheek in greeting.

“What is that horrible sound?” Mack cringed as he and Sterling came in the kitchen door.

“The children are watching Christmas cartoons and singing with the songs.” Casey answered as she raised her cheek for a kiss.

“They sound like they are dying.” Sterling grimaced.

“Oh give them a break, they are enjoying the classic fun of Christmas shows. Frosty, The Grinch, and currently Rudolph.” Reana laughed.

“Oh for heaven’s sake, we need to introduce them to the real classics. Like Die Hard, now that’s a Christmas movie for the ages.” Mack laughed as he avoided the smack of Casey’s hand.

The singing increased in the living room, the out of tune voices welcome.

“Again, that’s the fourth time today!” Suzanne chuckled moving into the living room. “Who has sugar’s for Meme?” Squeals answered her question.

Jerome smiled as he followed his nose to the finished cookies cooling on the counter. Casey smacked his hand away as he grabbed for one. “They haven’t been iced yet Da, you’ll have to wait.”

“An Alpha never has to wait.” He harrumphed and grabbed for one again.

“If that Alpha wants to eat at all he will.” Casey smacked his hand again.

Mack leaned against the counter enjoying the happiness that filled his heart. His mate, his cubs, his parents, and the rest of those he called family were all gathered for the holidays enjoying some much needed down time. They had gathered at Sterling’s house this year but he planned to have them all come down next year to experience Christmas on a different continent. For now though he would soak up all he could because he knew tomorrow could bring more troubles and dangers. Being shifters, as they were, there would always be fighting one enemy or another.

“What’s running through that head of yours son?” Jerome handed off a confiscated cookie.

“Just trying to enjoy the day, Da. The quiet before the storm you could say.” Mack bit into the gooey chocolate chip cookie his father had handed him.

“As you should, we can’t predict what tomorrow brings, we can only enjoy the joy we find today.”

“Here here.” Sterling agreed handing glasses of eggnog to everyone. “I agree with Jerome, let us enjoy the happiness we have today with each other and let it strengthen us for what may come in the future. Cheers and Merry Christmas everyone.”

Everyone clinked glasses as the cubs ran in hugging their parents and grandparents and stealing a cookie or two from the counter. Jerome and Suzanne gazed on as their son and their closest friend enjoyed the happiness the Fates had provided them and prayed more of their pack would soon find theirs.
~~~~~~

 

About the author:

Travel and Paranormal Romance author. Her Destiny series takes you on a roller

coaster ride through time with sexy

Highlanders and sassy female heroines. If shifters are your kryptonite, then check out her Black Mountain Pack

series, which throws a twist on the traditional shifter lore.

Miranda is a mother to two teenage boys

who are sure they know it all, a 75lb lapdog and a 15lb foot warmer. She is thankful her husband doesn’t mind the extra voices in her head.

Miranda is an only child who grew up on a dairy farm in Illinois which left her plenty of time to make up stories in her head for entertainment. She currently resides in

Tennessee where she wonders if Mother Nature will ever stop with the hormonal mood swings. She fuels herself with coffee, chocolate, and wine.

Social Media Links:

Website: www.mirandalynn.com

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Miranda-Lynn/e/B00P0D9X2S/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MirandaLynnBks/

Facebook Readers Group:https://www.facebook.com/groups/367841766921211/?ref=bookmarks

Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/authormirandalynn/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/9287768.Miranda_Lynn

BookBub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/miranda-lynn

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MirandaLynnBks

 

 

Don’t forget to leave a comment and show Miranda appreciation for her wonderful story as well as be entered into the drawing for this week’s prize!

Write on my friends, write on.