Thursday, November 24, 2011

Turning 40

The day I had imagined in my mind to be the day the wrinkles pop out on my face and the grey hair to sprout from unimaginable places has finally arrived.  Officially I am now a member of the 40 and older club.  Yes, the event occurred on Thanksgiving Day which means that the majority of my family completely forgots my birthday.  Instead I get many "Happy Thanksgivings".  My father, of course to remind me that today was my birthday, calls me at 8:00 in the morning.  I am a late sleeper, yes he woke me up.  I was thankful he did not sing! 

Yesterday, my loving husband took me to see a girlie movie "Breaking Dawn" and out to eat.  We finished off the day with a ride in the country.  I had a wonderful time and would not trade it for anything.

On Thanksgiving you are to be thankful for something, I could say family and friends but I am thankful for them everyday.  The thing I am most thankful for is that I have been given 40 years of life and have been able to watch my children grow to the ages of 9 and 6.  My mother passed at 25 leaving a 4 year old and a newborn.  I pray that God would allow me to live to see my childrens children.  Something my mother was not able to do.

So I am giving thanks today for LIFE and LIVING the life that God has given me.

Monday, November 14, 2011

My thoughts :)

My house is finally smelling good, the boys were wild little heathens this weekend.  Now it is time to begin my writing and get my book finished.  This is my warm up to get the juices flowing.  I have changed up several things with the story trying to add a bit of mystery to the plot.  Also Drake was not the macho man I had dreamed of him being in the last excerpt that I wrote.  Claire is coming around and warming up a bit to others but Sophie is the most trying character to develop.  Nicholas is not much help either.  If I could bring all the threads of interest together and make my written tapestry as beautiful as I see it in my mind, then I know it will be a good story.  Off to write!  Wish me Luck!

Friday, November 4, 2011

I have not written in a while.  My book is half way through and now my ADD is hindering me from bringing it all together.  Plus I have taken on a sewing/crochet project that will finally be over with next weekend, YAHOO!  Maybe then I can complete what I have been working on for the last three years.  Do all first books take this long to finish?  Mine has so much research on the time period that I have to go back and change points and situations constantly.  I want it to be true to the period but also easy/interesting to read, lets add a bit of fantasy to it as well.  Atleast my characters have not changed but pieces of the plot have been rearranged.  When I get it almost complete I will post several more excerpts for your opinions.

Thanks for your previous comments they were encouraging :-)

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Saturday Mornings

'Yahoo I get to sleep in I thought to myself as I rolled over into the face of my eager six year old.  "Mama when are you getting up?" "you've got to be kidding.  On school days I have to drag him from the bed.  Glancing at the clocks bright red numbers I read 6:30.  "It a little while."  "Why?" "Because it is saturday."  I hear his little feet pound from the room and the tv come on.  I roll over begging sleep to return to my aching body. 

At 8:00 my feet hit the floor leading me to the kitchen for some coffee and cinnamon rolls, the saturday morning special.  Both boys are lounging on the couch watching Pokemon, "I am hungry."  "Son you are always hungry, I just woke up give me a minute." 'Coffee I must have coffee!'    Aubie, my adoring orange and white cat, flops down in front of me.  "Good morning fur ball did you have a good time lastnight eating my birds.  You do know they can see you don't you!"  He just flicked his tail casually as if he already knew but had a plan.  I grabbed the coffe carafe  and poured out yesterdays coffee refilling it with fresh clean water.  Then I grabed the 'thingy' that holds the coffee grounds and dumped it in the garbage.  I have no idea what that part is called.  I refilled the' thingy' with fresh New Orleans chickory coffee the blackest and strongest around.  The smell was strong and inviting.  I slid the 'thingy'  back into place and poured the fresh water into the coffeemaker. Then smiled as I listened to the fresh coffee streaming into the carafe, inhaling the welcoming smell. 

Cinnamon rolls are much easier, they arethe wompum kind.  I unwrapped the outer protective layer being sure not to tear the box tops, broke them apart and placed them on a well oiled pan.  Close together because I always liked the one in the middle, it is soft on the outside.  I make them so I get to choose which one I want to eat.  The oven was is set to 350 then the pan is slid into the warming oven. 
The coffeemaker is through with make my morning energy juice so I grab me a mug from the hook on on the wall, tear open two packs of Truvia and pour a tablespoon of creamer into the waiting cup.  Now for the morning gold,  the strong smell awakens my senses.  Aaahhh, I will survive!  Taking a long sip of the creamy dark liquid I thank the Lord for another wonderfully beautiful day.  "Mommy are the cinnamon rolls ready yet?"  "They will be in just a minute, be patient sweet heart."  Oh how I love saturday mornings!:)

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

The Walk By

We have experienced a senseless murder here at our house. It was a walk by out at the kennel. Ping (the local chicken) was passing by Hanks (the suspect) room when he was unsuspectingly grabbed.
 Hank allegedly made it very quick, Ping did not suffer. The murder was not noticed until around 8:00 am after Robin returned from taking Brodie to school. Hank was caught in the process of eating a chicken breakfast.
He is still denying the charges. According to the locals, a Mr. Frederick who lives next door. Hank talked Ping into coming closer to his room by telling her he liked chickens and thought of them as friends. This has been backed up by Fern, she was actually Pings friend.
Brodie cried when he was told of the murder and Brach went to get his gun to shoot Hank.
 As of now Hank is on probation and the boys have agreed that there is no reason to shoot or tar and feather him. Chickens are dumb and Ping was gullible to believe Hank. They now want a cat.
Hank says that he likes cats and likes to be their friend as well. He still denies the charges of Pings murder, even though he was caught in the act with feathers all over his room.
He claims he was framed by both Frederick and Fern.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

French Quarter Morning

I loved the quarter, especially in the mornings.  Lazily I swung my legs off the bed letting them dangle a few moments before sliding to the floor.  My room over looked the river front and already the bustling sounds of the vendors and sailors on the street below were drifting threw my shuttered windows.  This was my last morning in New Orleans and the start of the entertainment season.  Tonight was the opening of the Opera House; this meant that everyone who was anyone in New Orleans would be there.  Yesterday I had gone to one of the local shops that lined Royal Street and found a new evening gown.  Sophie would be proud, she still thinks I will be wearing the usual black one just as I had the past two years. Yesterday had been different and  I actually, for the first time, was excited about the upcoming season.

 The shutters sprang open when I pushed on them, greeting me with the cool soft breeze blowing in off the river.  Walking out on the balcony I leaned over to watch the passersby wondering where they were all going at such an early hour.  A streak of pink and orange crossed the sky and within minutes it was met by a brilliant yellow sphere.  The clouds reflected the yellows, oranges, and reds taking my breath away with its beauty.  This I would miss when I returned to Mobile.  The sunrises and the quiet bustle of the early morning, was the only thing I would miss though.   The isle of Dauphine was something I looked forward too every year, it was a way for me to be free.  As I turned from the iron railing a man standing across the street caught my eye.  I froze in fear my stomach tied in a tight knot.  God please, it can’t be him.  Slowly I turned back toward the street trying to not show that I had noticed the man and pretending that I had suddenly became interested with a vendor nearby.  Taking a deep breath I smelled the air searching for any hint of it being Fallon.  His smell was dirty and deathly.  The smells that crossed my pallet were nothing of the sort; a mixture of salt, sweet dough and oil,  breathing a sigh of relief the man was not Fallon.  A closer look revealed that the man stood a good head taller.  His cape was made of dark wool and appeared to be well worn but his boots and hat told a different story, the man had money.   They were made of the finest soft leather. Why was he looking at me or in my direction?  Slowly I turned to see if there was something behind me and saw nothing of direct interest.  He was watching me.  Acting as if I never saw him I retreated back to my room then peeked around the window facing to get a better look.  His hair was shoulder length and the color of fine honey.  I tried to get a better look at his face but just as I moved to reposition myself he turned away from the house and walked up the street toward the bars.  That was interesting?  I wonder who he was.


This morning was like any other, the darkness around me was mixed with the smells of last night (cigar smoke and fine rum) and the morning smells (fried salt pork, biscuits and fresh coffee) Bones was up cooking.  He already had my plate and mug waiting on me when I entered the kitchen.  We did not speak any greeting, there was no need.  Bones had been my loyal servant for way to long for that type of formality.  Finishing my breakfast in silence I grabbed my cape the smells of the past greeted me reminding me who I was and why I was still here.  The salty humid air hugged the sidewalk as I made my way up Canal then to Royal St.   New Orleans had been my home for way to long, it was time for a change but it would be a few more months before I found my next assignment or if I would be staying.  The “Undertaker” a bar located on Bourbon Street had been by home and station for the past five years.  The job had been fine but the duty had been hard.  Those like me had appeared to flock to the quarter and all its darkness leaving me with the huge job of judge, juror, and executioner of my kind.    The “Undertaker” should have been a sign to many that there was a noble in town.  The bar itself played with death.  It was long, like a coffin.  The servers all wore mortician attire and served cheap whiskey and rum mosalium styled drawers.  I guess it made the patrons feel like they had looked death in the face and lived.  This is the part of the human psyche that I have never been able to understand.  Taking a left on Royal I walked several yards before I stopped.  Why?  I still am not so sure.  Maybe it was destiny or my time. 

She was standing on the balcony across the street.  My heart flipped in my chest leaving me numb and motionless.  Her long white hair blew back from her creamy olive skin by the breeze from the river.  Her cotton night dress clung to her body revealing her exquisite curves and stirring feelings I thought I had killed hundreds of years ago.  Who was this angel?    Skull and Bones will both be excited to find that they had a mission.  I hope they were still honed up on their skills.  This is one person I wanted to know about and protect.  Why?  I am not sure but something inside my soul had awakened and I needed to find out why.  I watched as she retreated from the balcony and cringed as an aching filled my being as I had never felt before, she was mine and I would stop at nothing to get her.