Inspiration can be difficult to find.
Especially at 11:30 at night when you’re trying to get a blog post written.
I was playing around on Paint.
You know, the new 3D Paint program that comes with Windows 10?
I did something for tomorrow’s One-Liner Wednesday,
and then I did something for this post.
I call it,
a self-portrait of my wishful thinking.
I should stick to writing.
Tuesday, April 10th, 5:00pm
Simon (and Jade)
Simon sits at the window. Jade takes the seat beside him.
Simon: You smell nice.
Jade: (smiles) Thank you.
Simon: What’s that you’re wearing?
Jade: Nothing. I don’t wear perfume.
Simon: No, I meant your clothes. Are they edible?
Jade stares at him.
Simon: Or are they like the peeeeel on a banana?
Jade changes seats.
Next stop: Wednesday, April 11th, 5:00pm
Monday, April 9th, 5:00pm
Ethyl and Betty (and Yuka and Asako)
Ethyl: You see those tarts over there?
Betty: (stage whispers) Mom, they can hear you.
Ethyl: That doesn’t matter; they don’t understand me.
Betty: (stage whispers) Just because they’re from a different country doesn’t mean they don’t speak English.
Ethyl: Pfft. Listen to ’em! They’re speaking some Arab language. Couple of sluts.
Betty: (stage whispers) MOM!
Yuka and Asako stand.
Yuka: (to Ethyl as she passes on the way to the door) You’re a very rude lady.
Ethyl: Hey! You can’t talk to me like that!
Betty: (as Yuka and Asako disembark) Well, you weren’t very nice to them.
Ethyl: She called me rude in English! At least I didn’t call them sluts in their language!
Next stop: Tuesday, April 10th, 5:00pm
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 …
Yes, I’m posting my illegal A to Z Challenge “G” post a day late, and on Sunday, which is supposed to be a day off. If this were baseball, it would either be a triple play or a strike out. Since it’s all contraband posting, my guess is a strike out. But I’m doing it anyway, so that’s four strikes. I’m definitely going to blogger hell.
Anyway, I’d better make this good.
My first online deed this morning was to post something like this on Facebook (“something” meaning I wish I’d made it pretty):
Text reads: Fun game: 1. Make a list of all the things you don’t have time to do in a day. 2. Open the stopwatch on your phone and start it every time you go on Facebook. START NOW
My following Facebook post was something to the effect of “I’m leaving Facebook for a week. Just so you know I’m not ignoring you. Cheers!”
In other words, I’m skipping the “Fun game” and going straight for the stuff I don’t have time for. Feel free to share.
And good riddance, Facebook!
Sunday, April 8th, 9:00am
Minerva and Dillon
Dillon: Can Carl come over and play tonight?
Minerva: No, your dad’s coming home tonight.
Dillon: Don’t call him my dad.
Minerva: You know what I mean. He’s been away for a week, and he’s gonna want quiet.
Dillon: You mean he wants to get drunk.
Minerva: Dillon …
Dillon: And then he’s gonna–
Minerva: Dillon!
Dillon: Never mind. Can I go over to Carl’s?
Minerva: I’ll call his mom when we get home.
Next stop: Monday, April 9th, 5:00pm
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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Saturday, April 7th, 3:00pm
Karla (and Kevin)
Karla sits at the window. Kevin takes the seat beside her.
Kevin: Nice cell you got there.
Karla: (without looking up from her cell phone) Uh huh.
Kevin: I just got a new one myself. (digs phone out of his pocket)
Karla: (without looking up) That’s nice.
Kevin: Cost me two thousand bucks.
Karla: (glances at his phone) You got ripped off.
Kevin: No way. This thing is fast. Put it on a table and it turns the whole table into a screen.
Karla: (without looking up) Uh huh.
Kevin: Even a wooden table.
Karla: Riiiight.
Kevin: It’s true.
Karla: (looks at him) Put it down on that seat over there. I wanna see it turn into a screen.
Kevin: (shakes head) Won’t work. It’s not a table.
Karla scoffs at him and goes back to her phone.
Kevin: It can even predict the lottery numbers.
Karla: (without looking up) So you’ll be buying a car tomorrow?
Kevin: (smiles) Prolly.
Karla: Good, then you won’t be on the bus.
Next stop: Sunday, April 8th, 9:00am
Friday, April 6th, 8:00pm
Drommen (and Holly)
Drommen sits at the window. Holly takes the seat beside him.
Drommen: Hey, long time no see!
Holly: Yeah, it’s been a while.
Drommen: We should get together sometime soon. You know, not on the bus.
Holly: Actually, (places her hand on her distended belly) Joel came back. He’s going to do right by the baby.
Drommen: That’s great. But, isn’t this the same guy who ran out on you and you put a hit out on?
Holly: (nods and smiles) Yeah.
Drommen: Oookay.
Next stop: Saturday, April 7th, 3:00pm
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!! 😀
