X And Umm....Y

Better late than never. Just pretend today's really Thursday. X is for Xtraneous words. I know, I know, its not how you're supposed to spell it but nobody said anything about not being able to make up stuff, so I'm going to. I have a problem with this. I always have too many xtraneous words and I spend half my time removing them when I'm revising. Why can't I just spot those pesky bad habits the first time around. I vote for an xtraneous word remover for Word. The first person that comes up with this needs to contact Microsoft stat. And BTW, it's perfectly okay to send me the trial version first, just saying.

Now moving onto the Y, and yes, you're now free to acknowledge the day is Friday. 

You- are amazing if you're reading this because I have been a terrible reply blogger all week. Work has been insane. I'll make it up to you. Promise.

Yevan- is the name of a character in a WIP I work on from time to time. He's not a huge character and he's actually dead and only referred to as the dead Yevan, but he's still a character I suppose.

Yaris- Model of the tiny Toyota I should be buying this weekend after spending a HUNDRED AND FIFTY BUCKS IN GAS THIS WEEK. (I was screaming this last part)

Yemen- A place I've never aspired to go. If you're from Yemen and you're reading this, don't take it personally. I've never aspired to go to Idaho either. Crap, if you're from Idaho and you're reading this, don't take it personally. I happen to love potatoes, I just...nevermind.


Happy Weekend, people.

W is for Whimsical.

Whimsical, one of my favorite character traits. In fact, its about seventy five percent of my own genetic makeup( no self love intended). Hey, who knew? When it comes to my WIP, I've always tried to throw in a whimsical character. Add a little spunk somewhere in the mix of the story. Finding the voice for those characters is easy. I just steal or blend a few personalities together from the people I know, hoping to form a snarky little entertaining bubble. At least I hope its entertaining, but sometimes those snarky little comments in a story can be distracting. I know, I do this myself. Where do you draw the line? How do you balance your snark?

V is for Visionaries.

Visionaries...aren't we all?

I know, kind of short but its 8:20 in the evening and its all I've got.
I'm hanging on. Pathetically hanging on...

T-U

I missed Saturdays blog post. I missed the whole weekend and I'm sorry.  I hardly had a minute to open my computer, and after the panic wore off, it felt kind of good. I knew I'd be way behind and I was right, I am. But I got so much accomplished around the house. Even polished my wood floors, so now I'm following the dog around with a lint roller in the hopes of saving my floor from his hair. Its not working and he thinks somethings wrong with me. I just needed some TIME to unwind. It wasn't you, it was me. I think I'm good now.

Speaking of unwinding. I just finished UNEARTHLY by Cynthia Hand so I'm using the title for my U-day. Loved this book. It will take you back to your first kiss and leave you breathless near the end. I laughed out loud and sighed more times than I can tell you. You gotta check it out.

What have you read lately that's left you breathless?

S is for SOLITUDE!

Today is the first day of spring break. Yay...SO NOT. There was so much commotion in my kitchen this morning I had to sing the alphabet twice just to find the letter that comes after R. There were three kids in my kitchen this morning attempting to scramble eggs and bake sausage balls that have been frozen since Christmas. The dog was busy trying to scavenge (bully) for mishaps, and did I mention that one of those kids isn't even mine. If I hear the dogs name mentioned one more time followed by an UGH, I'm going to jump out of the basement window. 

So, SOLITUDE. Me wants it.

Happy Easter.

R is for Really?

I'm so late getting this out today. The past two days have been crazy. Just last night, a good friend called I hadn't talked to in forever and we'd been playing phone tag for days. I poured a glass of wine, snuggled into the chaise just as my daughter walked into the house sobbing and laughing at the same time. I was puzzled by these twisting emotions. Was she laughing so hard she was crying. Was she crying because she was injured. I didn't know. Then I saw her hand, held up at an odd angle, swelling by the second. Turns out her sister had rolled her fingers up in the automatic car window.
"Why didn't you move your hand," I asked?
"I don't know," she laughed. "That's why we're laughing."
"Really?" 
Seems as though there was a delayed reaction between pain and panic.
The outcome was two bruised fingers and one hairline fracture to the middle finger. One more thing to add to the wall of shame in the family room.
Good times.

Q is for Qua

She sashayed through the house, tie-dyed sheet wrapped round her middle, hands holding onto the ends, arms spread out like wings. Through fluttering lashes, twists and turns, she watched him, hoping he might inquire. Finally, he looked up and held her gaze, extended a quizzical brow then went back to the business section of the newspaper.

She was channeling again, reaching into the misty waters of a world unknown to him. A world within her mind where faery's live to seduce, prey on unsuspecting maidens, and apparently cook breakfast burritos. He was no maiden and she was no faery. He shuddered as she ran a light fingertip down the line of his jaw then watched in mock horror as she stole his coffee and twirled off in a blur of color. She was in qua with one of her characters again, inspired by a scene she'd no doubt created just last night. He wasn't one to thwart inspiration. The paper could wait.

Qua on people!