Celebrate the Small Things 3


Here’s my third post for celebrate the Small Things where every week we look at what we’ve accomplished .
What I’ve accomplished this week.
1. Made it to work every day. I’m on the bus on the way to Friday so that counts!
2. Made it to the gym almost every day. See next bullet!
3. Wasn’t feeling well yesterday so took a much needed rest after work and early to bed early to rise. Hence no gym. Went early this morning though and feeling much better! I love early morning gym folks. Thinking about shifting my schedule.
4. Went to mass every day this week too. I’m kind of an on again off again catholic and am mostly on again ramping up to going to Philadelphia for world meeting of families next month.
5. Visited my dad who is now out of hospital in rehab. Yay!
6. Wrote a guest post for another blog this week. Will be up on Monday.
7. Oh and the saga of new home ownership continues. Had my new replacement shower kit delivered and the contractor has an ultimatum to start installation by Monday. Sigh.

I’m really glad for this group and sorry I didn’t get to read around much last weekend. This time I will!

Friday Fictioneers: No One Ever Knew


Here’s my entry for Friday Fictioneers. This week’s fascinating photo comes from C.E.Ayr.

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Gazing at the view screen, Ereenor sighed, the sound moving like thunder through the water.

“Yes, the planet is mostly water,” he said. “But its people are not friendly to our brothers and sisters. Some they hunt and kill for their oils. Other they keep as pets….” He shuddered, his tail thrashing nervously.

“We trust your judgment,” the council said,speaking as one. “We will find another planet. For now, rescue our oppressed kin.”


No one ever knew why so many whales and dolphins suddenly disappeared – or what we almost gained instead.

Celebrate the Small Things #2

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My accomplishments this week:

  1. Got a flash fiction story written. Have another that I will get done today!
  2. Made it to work every day (yay). Nothing so exciting this week, but still I was there.
  3. Visited my dad in the hospital on Saturday and made him smile with a balloon and a card. Going to visit him again tomorrow.
  4. Edited “the novel,” a little bit.
  5. Finally read (well, listened to) Harper Lee’s new book. I had a lot of deep thoughts from it. To be honest, I’d been putting this one off, dreading it even, but when I listened to it I realized how brilliant it really was and that Harper Lee is dealing with deep subjects like paternalism and the need to take down our idols.
  6. Last but not least, I remembered to write a Friday post!!

MFTS – Really, Where DID They Go?

My entry for Monday’s Finish the Story. It’s been a while, and I’ve been carrying this story around in my head all week. Love the picture Babs!

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“Where did they all go?”

Colonel Malcolm Winter III stared blankly out at the empty desert. Where had the Indians gone?

Perhaps they simply did not want to fight anymore, and had moved yet again.


Shaking his head, director Charles P. Tucker, said, “Get him some water and….” He groaned, standing up from his chair to stalk away for a second. “His lines,” he muttered as he stomped. “And – I don’t know, maybe a new actor.”

This was the last time Jeremy was going to let his agent talking him into doing this kind of on-location filming.

Not to mention, he could almost swear he saw – just there – past the stagehands fluttering around him, a ghostly image. Had there really been Native Americans living here at one time?

Maybe it was the heat talking. Okay, it was definitely the heat talking, but he really did wonder, where had they come from, where did they go?


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Celebrate the Small Things

This is my first post for Celebrate the Small Things, a new blog hop I just joined wherein we post what we’ve accomplished this week and share the positive energy.

  1. I joined this wonderful group! Seriously, it’s helping me to put a positive spin on the week. I can feel it working already!
  2. I went to the gym every day this week. In the process I found out that the closest branch of the gym had recently moved to this new location AND it is awesomer than it was before. (On the list of Cable channels, they say they have A&E but it’s REALLY BBC America – which means, yes, Doctor Who!!! This only makes me love them more.)
  3. I made it to work everyday and worked (which I always consider a blessing.) I even got to visit the Governor’s Office. I got to ride up in the elevator with people who were there as tourists. All I could think was: I’m being paid to do this, and that was fun. Got pictures!2015-08-13 14.29.25

And that’s pretty much it! I did some editing on my novel, and am going to finish this darned flash fiction I’ve been carrying in my head all week and only just started to write – but wanted to get this out first. But I have also been doing writerly stuff, too!

Also, doing a lot of walking and enjoying the gorgeous weather we’ve been having here in Harrisburg. It has been a good week.

IWSG: Writing Is


I decided to be a little lyrical with this one. Sorry I’m posting it late, but with work, moving and a bout of poison ivy I’ve been going a little crazy lately.. Anyway, here’s my post.


Writing is hard, I say in passing, as if talking about something
not that important to me, really.

Writing is something I feel slightly ashamed of and when I ask why I realize that – like many – as a child writing was another escape, another way of doing something other, something more


My fantasy world must not be talked about. My fantasy world must not be known.

So maybe that’s why, a little at a time, like the turtle peeping its yellow-veined green head slowly, methodically out of its shell, I speak with my tongue tasting the air all the while, sharing

Little thoughts, words, ideas,
not that much really.

Do you ever wonder how to resonate….
how two people can somehow share the same idea, the same thoughts?

How can the private be so shared and how can the shared be so private?

Writing is hard, like a turtle shell, like stubbornly choosing to be brave, to not always play it safe, while knowing at the same time you’re concealing all those things you’re revealing, all those things that can never quite be shared, no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you want to. Because they’re yours. Inside.

If any of what I’ve said makes any sense – And God Knows Sometimes I Wonder – then maybe you can understand why I say: writing is hard.