Finally! Green tea KitKat has made it to Canada!
I had to buy two one just to give it a try. You know, to make sure they taste the same as the heavenly ones I bought in Japan.
Aaaand, they’re different. Not as sweet, and heavier on the green tea flavour. At least I think they are.
Of course, the only way to be sure is to go back to Japan …
Aggression isn’t natural for me, but I find myself acting aggressively towards my keyboard. Why? Because the spacebar isn’t working properly. I have to hit it so hard every time I press it that typing is somewhat akin to playing drums in a death metal band.
Meanwhile, it’s probably due to a crumb that passively made it’s way under the key.
Die, motherf–!!
Yeah. So. That’s my day so far. 🙂
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I had a breakthrough! Chapter One of The Magician’s Blood, Book Two of my series, has been giving me trouble, but I think I’ve finally got it. A beginning!
Herman Anderson stood up before the train came to a stop. Tapping her foot and tightly clutching the shoulder strap of her backpack that rested on the seat she’d vacated, she felt a hand gently enclose hers. She relaxed a fraction. She looked down into the eyes of her lover, Stephen Dagmar, and her muscles gave in a fraction more to the comfort of his touch.
“I know what you’re going to say,” she said with a sigh.
He raised one perfect black eyebrow. “That no matter what you find when you get home, we’ll deal with it?”
“And …”
“You’re not going to get off this train before they open the doors?”
“And …”
“That I love you?” He smiled then, and the rest of her nerves ceased their vibration.
“I love you too.”
She squeezed his hand to steady herself as the train finally came to a grinding halt at the Ottawa Via Rail station.
I’m aiming to publish on May 27th, eleven months from the publication date of the first book. Remember, if you want to read Book One now for free, it’s on NetGalley.com.
I’m getting excited!! 😀
Today is Friday, and that means it’s time for your Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. I’ve had a bit of a break in my editing schedule, so I’ve had time to work on my own stuff. I’m happy to report that it’s going well! More later. Here’s your prompt:
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “passive/aggressive.” Use one, use both, bonus points if you start your post with one or the other. Enjoy!
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It’s no secret that I adore doors. And I love going for walks, so Norm Frampton’s prompt, Thursday Doors, provides me with the perfect opportunity to take pictures and get some exercise at the same time!
Having said that, it’s been a while since I went out on a good doorscursion, so I’ll show you some photos I took last May of a beautiful house in my neighbourhood. Oh, how I long for green grass again!
Look at all that fantastic ironwork fencing. I wonder if it’s as old as the house.
The pattern of the fence doesn’t match the iron around the upper windows, but either could have been added later. And look at those doors! They remind me of church doors.
Also to note: if you’re able to click on the image to make it bigger, there’s something with ears on the “roof” of the upper middle window. Probably one of those fake owls that are supposed to keep the birds away.
If you’d like to see more doors, check out Norm’s prompt post, and be sure to go out on a doorscursion of your own! https://miscellaneousmusingsofamiddleagedmind.wordpress.com/2018/04/05/thursday-doors-april-5-2018/
I’m writing this on the cusp of being late for the letter “D.” Not that it really matters–I’m not signed up for the A to Z Challenge, so no pressure, right? Nah. Except it’s a bit early in the game to be missing a day.
Therefore, here’s a quick note to record what’s been going down.
First and foremost, the electricity. There was a modicum of truth to my three-hour-late Second Seat on the Right, in that I, like Stuart, was late due to a power outage. But unless there was an extremely heavy cat on the tree limb that brought it down to the pavement, the fault wasn’t a cat’s.
Luckily my spaghetti sauce was cooked and only needed reheating. We had a nice dinner, wine included, and now it’s me who’s down. For the count. Only three and a half hours of sleep last night and two glasses of wine’ll do that to a girl.
Ni’night, all! Hope you had a happy “D” day!
I’m almost afraid to post this. I was at my Deaf son’s school, waiting outside with another mom (the doors were locked) for our kids to get out of basketball practice. We waited, and waited, until the time passed that practice should have been out. The doors are made of glass, so I walked over to see if they were still in the gym. They were. I was going to knock, but of course they couldn’t hear me. They’re Deaf. So I went back to the other mom to let her know what had happened, and the stupidest line I could have ever come up with came out of my mouth.
I see Deaf people.
IT WAS TRUE! Don’t shoot me.
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My bedroom door sticks. Let’s get that bit of information out of the way to start with. It’s actually worse in the summer–it barely closes then. It’s a dream in the winter to close, but it’s starting to get bad again. Therefore, when I want to close it enough to keep the dog out of my room, I have to slam it to basically wedge it into the door frame.
Yesterday, in a hurry to get downstairs with a handful of change, I slammed the door with said handful of change, and you can guess what happened. I slammed the side of my hand into the door frame, full force. I thought I’d broken it. It bled profusely for a while, so now I’m left with a bump, a bruise, and probably a scab; I haven’t had the guts to take the bandage off yet to look. And it’s still hurts to touch it. I definitely can’t clap. (Yes, I went a loooong way to get that title.)
If it had happened, say, next Wednesday instead, I could have used Karma for Thursday the 12th, which would have been much more in line with the fact that I’m illegally tagging along on the A to Z Challenge this year. Apparently you can’t spell Karma with a “C.” It’s even more illegal than what I’m doing, and only Buddha knows what might have gotten stuck in the door jamb if I’d attempted it!
Future is past, in my world. It’s a rebirth thing. 😉
My hand. My poor, poor hand.
If I’m going to piggyback illegally on the A to Z Challenge, I may as well go all the way with no theme, no rules (including grammar) for my titles … no nothin’, damnit! I’m such a rebel.
I dreamed a lot last night. In one, I had to justify something I’d explained inaccurately in another dream from another time. Seriously, I could write a book about the weird things that come into my head when I’m sleeping.
My weirdest one last night was that Melania Trump is only 2’4″ tall. And I have no idea what the significance of that is. Theories, anyone?
Thanks to everyone for supporting my effort to write ‘coz I have to. You’re all very bad influences and I love you for it. ❤
I didn’t sign up for the A to Z challenge (for the first time in five years) because I didn’t want to put pressure on myself to post every day. I know I’m going to be busy later on in the month but now? Now I’m itching to write something. Anything.
All the writers’ groups I’m in on Facebook are filled with posts about Camp NaNoWriMo. They’re happily discussing their works in progress and me?
I swear, the itch to write is worse than a mosquito bite that you can’t leave alone. It’s more a mosquito bite that’s so far embedded in your chest that it’s like the damned bug is buzzing around in your esophagus, and you can’t even swat it out because you can’t reach it.
That’s the best I can come up with.
So, can I write a post that starts with “B” tomorrow and not get kicked off the webz? Can I? Can I?
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