Last week, sitting in a restaurant beside a mother with two daughters, aged about five and eight years old, I overheard:
Five-year-old: I said the f-word by accident yesterday.
Eight-year-old: Which one?
Five: You know, the f–word.
Eight: (whispers) Frozen?
Five: No, the one Mommy always says.
It was all I could do; 1, not to laugh (because we all know Frozen is a bad word); and 2, not to look at the mother and embarrass her.
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Total fail for me on getting to my own prompt on time today. But I did get some work done on my novel. What seemed like a mountain of editing is going pretty smoothly after all. At least it started to when I got away from the Internet.
I had to drop my son Chris off at the theatre to watch a movie, so instead of coming home, or even sitting in a restaurant while I waited, I sat in the car. Backed up to the humongous pile of dirty snow just off to the side of the parking lot, I got into the back seat with my laptop and worked pretty much non-stop for an hour and a half.
When I came home, I had to walk down to visit my mum at the home. She was out of cigarettes. She’s finally accepted that she can’t have them in her room anymore, and doesn’t question having to go find one of the nurses to give her her nicotine fix. So there’s that. Anyway, I ended up spending an hour there. Then back home to have supper and play a rousing game of Monopoly. I cleaned up! And then I had to clean up.
So though it’s St. Patrick’s Day today (Happy St. Patrick’s Day … yesterday!), the only thing green about mine was the broccoli I had with my steak and potatoes tonight. But that’s okay. I love broccoli.
Saturday, March 17th, 10:00am
Drommen (and Patrick)
Drommen sits at the window. Patrick takes the seat beside him.
Drommen: Hi.
Patrick: How are ye?
Drommen: Not bad. What’s up with you?
Patrick: Oh, just a little under the weather.
Drommen: But … the face paint. What’s that all about?
Patrick: Why, I’m a leprechaun don’ ye know.
Drommen: Leprechauns are actually green?
Patrick:(stares) Don’ be sayin I’ve done it wrong.
Drommen: I think you’re only supposed to be wearing green.
Patrick: Oh for feck’s sake. I said it to me mam just o the mornin. Don’ be puttin the face paint on me but the aul cow…
Drommen: I’m sure it’ll wash off.
Patrick: No, I don think so.
Drommen: What makes you say that?
Patrick: Well ye see, me mam has this stuff. An she says its simple enough to make, but it’s a bugger to get off. I’ll just have to go back home and tell her.
Drommen: Tell her what?
Patrick: Why, it might no be difficult to make the stuff, but it’s no easy bein green.
Day 5 is almost in the bag and we’re all still alive.
It’s been an interesting week. I managed to write and submit a new short story to my publisher (I can’t believe I can actually say “my publisher”!) yesterday. Transmundane Press’s next release will be an anthology themed on dreams. I’m happy with what I’ve written–hope they will be too. Wish me luck.
Speaking of luck, it’s lucky St. Patrick’s Day tomorrow. If you’re interested in reading the stories that have kept me busy editing for the last three weeks, you can download the e-book, Shamrocks, Shillelaghs & Shenanigans for free at your favourite e-book retailer. C’mon. With a cover like this, I know you’re curious:
You can find all the links at the bottom of this post.
In other news, as I was driving the other day, annoyed that it was taking so long to get to my destination, I started to wonder if I’m getting spoiled by fiction. Okay, I know that doesn’t make much sense on the surface, but hear me out.
When I write scenes, if I want my characters to go from one exciting scenario to the next, I just put them there. Because let’s face it, most of the time traveling is boring. There’s a reason kids ask “are we there yet?” I spend so much time in the world of fiction, whether I’m reading it, writing it, or editing it, that it has become more the norm than what’s normal.
I really need to get out more, don’t you think?
Anyhoo, that’s my short update. Back to work.
Here are the links to the FREE book of sexy short stories.
lindaghill.com 