Saturday, November 18, 2017

Day 18 -nanowrimo

Day 17 - nanowrimo

I am so ready to get back to my storyblog. Here I am on page 90 on my nano novel and thinking of stories about Omaha and Sheena or what will happen with Joey. And will life be OK for Xander if someone new comes to stay with his family. Or what did Betty do at Thanksgiving...

I'm not sure its even worth getting to 50 thousand words, my nano novel. I had a discussion with another nano writer who hand writes everything and then types up her novel. She likes writing in the summer, outside..and its almost winter in the mid-west. Even with global can still chill you to the bone.

"I dunno..I feel like I'm in a room with no door now." I told her when it comes to writing the nano novel. Still, I am trying to hang on..maybe by a I continue to write.

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Oh, What a night

oh, what a night

At least..I survived. But add tequila..and you don't know what might go wrong. Drunk writing and computer difficulties. Not a good mix.

It was only one drink. Still, I regret it terribly..this morning.

Mojo stepped on my foot when I was trying to get to the bedroom door. I had had some trouble in the middle of the night..thinking I knew where I was the dark of my room. NOT

I almost ended up in my closet. For a second there.. I was certain I had found a mystery room in the house. (may need to put that in the novel.)

Oh..and he just smiles now, when I talk about it. 

I did not sleep well (due to almost getting locked out of my ipad) and then..when I did sleep, somebody woke me up, to tell me she needed to go out.

It did rain last night and there are lots of leaves on the ground.

I need to write some more on nano..still, I'm doing much better than I expected this time.

As they say..always write more!

Up to 71 pages now.

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

a little thanks

a little thanks

Dear Ivy:

I can't tell you, how happy I was to get your care package. You, really made my day.

I always love fresh white socks and, underwear too. And, it was great to get those MOUND bars, as well.

Gotta say, I was surprised to hear you and Simon didn't get together. I mean, I expected it to happen, after we broke up. I was hoping you'd find someone..who's sweet and good and doesn't have a mean streak.

Honestly, I'm kind of Will, but maybe Will really needs someone like you, in his life. You were always thoughtful and kind, and I'm sure you'll know..some day.. what to do... to make you happy. You'll have some sort of career where you are helping people.

I hope Gabby isn't too much trouble, lately. I knew Will and Gabby were having troubles, but I thought they would work it out. Although, they are so different. Maybe, she just needs to work on being good to herself and figuring out what she wants to do, before she graduates.

I think you'd make a great teacher. You, helped me a lot, to get through high school. Maybe you'll be a  nurse or some sort of first responder. I think you'd be a good one.

I'm learning a lot, about being a medic. Although, I'm also learning a lot about jeeps, too. I have to get through this schooling before they send me overseas.

And..well, I have met someone in school. She's from Texas and she really is good with cars. I dunno what she could see in me, but we eat lunch together and go to a movie or two on the weekends. I do enjoy her company. Her name is Tyra and she once lived in foster care, too. I guess we are good buddies.

Don't worry..I haven't fell madly in love with anyone.

Thanks, for still being my friend. Please send me more letters. You, don't have to send me care packages every-time.

Your Friend,


Sunday, November 5, 2017

Nanowrimo 2017 - Austin

Austin & Augustine


    He sat in his car in the driveway for some time, that night, thinking of Augustine and the baby.

    He knew he should have brought her home with him, but she kept on telling him how everything was OK, and she had a plan.

    There was none of that, ‘nice to see you…’ ‘how have you been…’ No, Gus, was a little distant. Possibly cold.

    Of course, the baby kept sidetracking him. He was adorable.

    He could imagine Gus’ husband. They were probably the perfect match. The baby was beautiful.

    When he did get out of the car and made his way in, he had a good cry while he brushed his teeth. He cried even more when he got in the cold bed.

    Finally, he got up to text her.


    He knew it was late, going on midnight. He probably shouldn’t have text.

    The least he could have have done was to drive her home, but she insisted on being dropped off at a bus stop so he could get back to his place in Austin.

    What if he never heard from her, again? What if she blocked his messages, or calls?

    He paced about with his phone. Not once, could he look at himself in the bedroom mirror. His skin was golden from all the gardening he did with his shirt off. His hair was sun bleached. Yes, he could have been a surfer dude, but he kept a Stetson handy. Although, he wore a ball cap when he was on campus. Honestly, her never thought of himself as a go-getter. Still, he did his best to be content even if he really wasn’t a patience person.

    Austin hated himself for leaving her. Especially, then. Even if he’d been a teenager at the time.

    He’d done it because his grandmother kept insisting it was the best thing to do. He didn’t need a girl like Augustine. He needed to think about his future.

    Of course, he got roped into meeting a rodeo queen. He knew it wouldn’t work, but they got married the fall after he graduated from the University, the first time. Only, they both knew it was over before the honeymoon started.

    He wasn’t anything like Alison, his soon ex-wife, thought he would be. She’d made him feel simple..maybe even stupid.

    “What did she do to you?” Alison asked that night when they went to Galveston on their honeymoon.

    “Nothing.” He’d lied, but he’d always love Augustine. There was no one who could make him smile, like she could. And they were best friends.

    In fact, she was his first in everything, and he wanted her to be his last, too.

    But she was married now and Austin wept as if it were the end of the world. If only she would text back.

    Finally, the phone lit up, after a ding.


    Austin sighed as he cleared his clogged throat. He might as well have been coming down with the flu.

    NO. I’M NOT.

    There was a silence for some time. The cell phone went dark, as he waited.


    Augustine finally text back.

    Austin sniffed more tears. He was truly sick.


    He paused, wondering if he should text anymore. He nursed his bottom lip as he turned to his side, resting his head on his thick pillow. He was only in his plaid sleep pants, not even under the sheets of his king sized bed.


    He finally thumbed.

    He sighed, wondering if she’d reply. Finally, he felt his sinuses clear when he saw her text.


    Still he had to clear his throat, again. He direct dialed her then.

    “Please, tell me... you’ll let me... see you, again.” He said as soon as he heard her voice.

    “I dunno.” Her words were dull as if she needed to keep her distance.

    “I want to see Joel,” Austin then said. “He’s so..I dunno. I don’t have any kids. And besides, he’s your kid.” He couldn’t help but smile.

    “Oh, Austin.” She did sound tired. “If..if you’ve got the time-”

    “I’ll make time.” He promised as he sat up on the edge of the bed. “Just tell me when?”

    “Well..” She sounded as if was going to be a bad idea.

    “Are you..are you going to get back..with him?” He hated to ask.

    “That’ll never happen.” Gus sounded if it were a done deal.

    Austin scratched the back of his head, thinking he could raise another man’s kid. Of course, he never had a father of his own.

    “I’ll come down there, this weekend.” He told her. “OK?”

    “All right.” Gus said she would text him the address.