Awards 
Given by TF Walsh
Given by Yvonne
I wrote 50,000 words
Given by Harris Channing
Given by Jingle
Given by Jingle
Given by Heather
Given by Healing Magic Hands
Given by Jingle
Given by Cate Masters
Given by Jingle
Given by Emily
Given and Created by kaye
Given by Emily
Given by Mfff!mrowrmff!
Given by Mama Zen:
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Given by Molly of The Bumbles
Given by Sherrie: Also by Eaton and by Jingle
Swiped from Susan. Hey, she said I could!
Given by Toni:
Given by Michelle:
Given by the Bumbles
Given by Susan
Given by Eaton and by Renee Lynn Scott
Given by Eaton
Given by Tamy. This was my first
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Writers are by in large a remarkably boring lot. I tend to be a bit more expressive than some, which makes it hard to write in public. I grimace, laugh out loud, tear up and generally get way too involved in whatever I’m writing so that passers by stare. Maybe it’s because a lot of what I write plays out in my head like a movie. Only one that I can stop, alter, and step into at whim.
So, while the inside of my head is full of dramatic, earth-shaking, deeply moving junk, all you see on the outside is a standard crazy lady. I used to talk about what’s on the inside, but to my amazement nobody really wanted to hear it. There’s a world of difference between telling someone that the heroine cuts her way out of the top of the head of a sea serpent, and writing about it. Where telling people elicited laughter or disbelief, the actual scene got the thumbs up from my beta readers.
So I try not to talk too much about writing. I don’t sit around and grumble even though the process is often far from enjoyable because most people will ether fix the problem (not possible) or tell me to stop writing (also not possible. I’ve tried.)
Now that I’m focusing on revisions, I expect to be a very boring person.
Jack: What’s wrong? Isn’t our new computer working?
Jill: The sales guy said it should boot right up, but I can’t turn it on at all.
Continue reading Reboot
He carefully placed his soapbox in the very center of the park where families and friends had gathered to enjoy the glory of Spring.
“You are all blind,” he shouted. “You are being mislead, slaves to the corporate demagoguery. Repent!”
Those nearest paused with eyebrows raised, then shrugged. On such a nice day, better to throw the Frisbee than worry.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
Straight off the top of my head. Mind you, it’s late at night as I write this, and I might be a little punch drunk.
1. Penguin
Continue reading 13 Random Words
While the guys in the band scrambled to get Kate’s kit drum set up, Emma had to do everything she could to keep the audience entertained. Didn’t she? So it was OK if she got a little silly. Right.
“Soooooo… Miss Cheerleader, I’ve heard about you.” Emma strutted up to the first row of folding chairs. She smiled, imagined her own teeth as serrated as a shark, and chuckled.
Continue reading Suzie’s House 315 : Emma as Talk Show Hostess
Featured Author: Sheilagh Lee with her rendition of Beauty and the Beast.
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 While feeling awkward and anxious upon arriving at each o his previous destinations, Jason felt oddly relaxed now, as if he had found a way to commune with the gods of ritual. Pack, unpack. Train stations, hostels. Indeed he was in a new city in a new quarters with new people, but he found comfort in the consistency of it all, feeling that his surroundings were familiar somehow. And in a way, they were.
His immediate concerns were a hot shower, dry clothes and a hot meal-and extracting the soggy boxers in his butt crack.
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location 6% aka Chapters 61-65
I spent my weekend on a yard sale. We made about $80 over two days, and managed to get rid of about a third of our stuff. We’re going to try it again in a couple of weeks, only with advertising and much better presentation. This time we just put out the boxes with the stuff in it and let people paw through.
The thing about yard sales is they make you think through just what you need and what you want. For instance, I actually had the gall to grab an item back when it was about to sell because one of the kids put it in the sale when it really shouldn’t have been. OTOH, The Boy finally got to the point where he’s willing to give up his toys. His Wolverine figurine, and Leggo castle, and all kinds of stuff. He finally let us sell it.
Running the sale was great. All kinds of people use it as an excuse to come and talk to us. Many are quite funny and entertaining.
At one point Diana settled on a folding table as if she were an item of merchandise. One of our neighbors came into the yard saying, “Ah, so this is where Diana lives.” So far every neighbor who has made the connection between us and her has said something about how cute she is. He gave her a pet, and said, “There’s no price tag on her. Does that mean she’s free?” I said, “No, just free-range.”
On of the traditions in this neighborhood is that anything you plan to donate after a sale goes on the curb first so neighbors can have their pick. In less than an hour after we put our junk (pictured here) out, we had people going through it.
I can’t help but wonder if that didn’t cut into our sales.
Gertrude: I understand your feelings, Tina. I mean, that guy really is kind of creepy, but what can you do?
Tina: Don’t worry about it. I’ve got it covered.
Gertrude: What do you mean? And what are you doing?
Tina: Isn’t it obvious? It’s voodoo.
Previously in Jack and Jill: To Heel a Broken Heart
The theme for this week’s Jack and Jill is Voodoo as suggested by Novroz
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Mom took the chicken out of the basket and put it on the picnic table. Bro ate it up. She pulled out the watermelon, potato salad, biscuit’s and gravy, and coleslaw. Bro grabbed his before anyone else.
“It’s called Goblin Valley because of the rocks. Not because that’s what you’re supposed to do,” said Sis.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
Goblin Valley is a real place. If you look close at the picture, you’ll see some umbrellas. They are over picnic tables.
The Girl seems a bit compulsive when it comes to drawing. These are some of her efforts.
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Continue reading 13 Drawings
Something happened to Emma as soon as she put on the mask. It was as if the lacy black thing had a spirit of it’s own. It flooded into Emma and took control. Suddenly she wasn’t nervous anymore. She felt daring, masterful, and… mean?
Continue reading Suzie’s House 314 : The Ego of a Dominatrix
Featured Author: Welcome Rupert George!
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 (The Friar says) I do spy a kind of hope,
Which craves as desperate an execution
As that is desperate which we would prevent.
If, rather than to marry County Paris
Though has the strength of will to slay thyself,
Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
A thing like death to chide away this shame,
That cop’st with death himself to scape from it;
And, if thou dar’st, I’ll give the remedy.
Oh come one. You can’t really count it as spoiling, can you?
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I’ve been attending Science Fiction conventions since the 1980′s. I’ve only actually gone to four of them, but I’ve gone multiple times.
At first I was all over the “Writer’s Track” at the conventions. I was convinced I would learn something deep and meaningful at some panel or another. And I did pick up a few tips here and there, but for the most part, it’s just a handful of writers talking about writing. I’ve learned as much or more in the less formal setting of the hospitality room or the nearest bar with the same authors shooting the breeze.
After a while it all kind of blurs together. The same kinds of people crack the same kinds of jokes over and over. It’s fun, but I don’t really care if I miss a few.
So this year I spent it as a volunteer. I love doing volunteer work. It gives me something to do, makes me feel valued, and lets people get to know me without my having to speak up.
This particular convention focuses on writers, gamers (Dungeons and Dragons type), and costumes. There’s a merchants room where they sell books, jewelry, costumes, etc. There was a curry potluck, and “pulled orc” for sale. There were mock battles like the one in the picture. It was small, but had a bit of everything. I consider it a very well rounded SF convention.
But now it’s time for me to finish revising my current WIP. My assistant is expecting me to hand it over for proof reading in a week.
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