Monthly Archives: August 2017

A Random 13

1. We’re going to take a little intermission from my Iceland trip because I’m just feeling too random today. 2. The picture under #1 was in Borgarnes behind the Settlement Center.

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The Raven Boys by Maggie Stefvater p.1

The people who came to the little, bright blue house at 300 Fox Way didn’t mind the imprecise nature of their fortunes. It became a challenge, to realize the exact moment that the predictions came true. Ambrosia of The Purple Booker hosts Teaser Tuesday. To play along, grab your current read, open to a random page, share a couple of “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page. Then go see Ambrosia to link up and visit others.

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Suzie’s House 507 : Brother’s Keeper

Ben bit his lip. The video was good. Real good. He could see how it got the way it was, but it wasn’t really what he and Lisa had planned. A part of him wanted to argue. But they weren’t really co-authoring it in the first place. She just wanted to talk about it with him. So the two of them had sat around throwing around ideas. Several times. But Lisa had done it all herself. So really. He had […]

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From Reykjavik to Stykkisholmur

These trips tend to cover a lot of ground quickly. The first day we arrived in the airport, then toured the city, met up for dinner, and had a meeting in which everyone introduced themselves and we talked about the trip. On the second day we did all this:

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A Thousand Words Unsaid

Marge didn’t feel like waiting for her laptop to finish booting before she went to the bathroom. When she came back out, Jane sat at the little hotel desk, staring at the screen saver. “Is this from the eclipse? Wasn’t that something? A bunch of us flew in to Idaho for it. There were tailgate parties everywhere, but I don’t remember seeing anyone set up a tent. I wish I could take pictures as good as yours.” “That isn’t one […]

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Suzie’s House 506: … Of Minds

Lisa caught herself biting her lips and made herself stop. These were her friends. They might be a little strict about how the video came out – kind of like before when Tracy wanted something more even though she wasn’t real clear just what – but they wouldn’t be nasty about it. Which only made it all the worse if they didn’t like what she had done. She sat at the dining room table in Ben’s house with her laptop […]

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Stykkisholmur Hotel

My Fictioneer’s post this week really is fiction, but there’s an element of the autobiographical. Marge and Jane, two of my regularly reoccurring characters, are entirely made up. The person who fell off the bed was me. It happened at the Hilton in Reykjavik. I got wedged with my feet on the bed and my back on the wall, laughing so hard I couldn’t get up. This was probably quite dangerous with my total hip replacement having happened a mere […]

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Helgafell

Toward the end of the day we hiked up Holy Mountain – also known as Helgafell. I didn’t get my act together fast enough. I missed whatever the guide might have said on the hike up and down the mountain. Just as well, as my pen was out of juice. So this is all based on memory.

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After a Very Long Flight

“We were lucky! We got the fanciest hotel room in the city!” Jane looked smug as she threw her suitcase on the only luggage rack in the rather ordinary looking place. “I’m beat,” Marge muttered. “I just want a long, hot soak in a tub.” “Tub? Oh.” Jane backed away from the bathroom door. There was only room inside for a tiny shower. “They don’t really do tubs in Iceland. You’re supposed to go to a public bath.” Marge flopped […]

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The Girl of Fire and Thorns by Rae Carson p.270

I see his shadow looming, growing darker. “While you make soup, I- I’ve decided to pass out again.” The character is gravely ill, and keeps passing out. The person looming is her lover. Ambrosia of The Purple Booker hosts Teaser Tuesday. To play along, grab your current read, open to a random page, share a couple of “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page. Then go see Ambrosia to link up and visit others.

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Suzie’s House 505 : Meeting …

Lisa already had the music video loaded up on her laptop by the time the members of the band arrived at Ben’s house. She’d rushed over even before Ben, then ended up sitting in the dining room with Miranda. “They’re late.” Miranda had her own laptop up and loaded. “Not really. I got out of class a few minutes early and came straight over. Shouldn’t you be at work?” Lisa tapped her fingernails on the table next to her laptop […]

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Snorri Sturluson

After the lava falls, we stopped off to visit some land Snorri Surluson owned. Snorri Sturluson was a poet/historian/politician. Back in his day (1179-1241) it was kind of all one role. History was kept in the form of poetry. Lawmakers referred to history in their decision making. And Snorri was in the thick of it. He was a major land holder with seven chieftainships, five profitable estates, and an harbor. His first wife was an heiress.

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Vacation

“Do you have to go?” Fred eyed the growing mound of paperwork. “I lost the bet.” Marge finished printing off her flight confirmation. “Believe me. I don’t want to travel with Jane anymore, but what can I do?” “Did you have to make the bet?” “If I won… I really wanted that mask….” Marge looked thoughtful for a minute, then grabbed her flight bag from under her desk. “I’ve won so many bets; reached the top of the Rock of […]

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The Bitter Kingdom by Rae Carson p.74

“I think sometimes when we find love we pretend it away, or ignore it, or tell ourselves we’re imagining it. Because it’s the most painful kind of hope there is. It can be ripped away so easily. By indifference. By death. By… the need for a political marriage. Or maybe that last one is just me.” Said by a queen to her lady in waiting. Ambrosia of The Purple Booker hosts Teaser Tuesday. To play along, grab your current read, […]

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Suzie’s House 504 : Giggling with the Girls

“Are you sure it’ll be alright?” Katy kind of smirked a little as she asked. She already had her backpack full of school books slung over one shoulder. Alisha smirked back, but Kate didn’t have the heart to play along. Instead, she focused on putting away the pens and notebooks and stuff on her desk. There was a band meeting tonight. She knew she should go, but did it really make a difference? It wasn’t like she’d speak up even […]

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