Lazette Gifford's Blog, page 90
August 27, 2012
The Long Wait
On the day after Thanksgiving, November 22, 2007, Russ left for his new job in New York. We weren't certain how things would work out, but at the worst, we hoped maybe a few months to a year and he'd find something closer to home.
That didn't happen. The months turned into years and now nearly five years later, he's still in New York in a job. He's been home only two or three times a
That didn't happen. The months turned into years and now nearly five years later, he's still in New York in a job. He's been home only two or three times a
August 24, 2012
FM Flash Friday #5: The Visitors
This little story is a feghoot -- a pun story -- and was
originally published in AnotheRealm about a decade ago. For more information on the tradition of
feghoots, check out this article in Wiki: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feghoot
The
Visitors
By
Lazette Gifford
Copyright 2012,
Lazette Gifford
Emily Lynn Rudder-Snide, the sister of the famous (
originally published in AnotheRealm about a decade ago. For more information on the tradition of
feghoots, check out this article in Wiki: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Feghoot
The
Visitors
By
Lazette Gifford
Copyright 2012,
Lazette Gifford
Emily Lynn Rudder-Snide, the sister of the famous (
August 17, 2012
FM Flash Friday # 4: Church Day
Church Day
By
Lazette
Gifford
Copyright 2012, Lazette Gifford
Michael kept his hands folded and his head bowed. He wanted to shake hair back from his face,
but grandma never liked when he fidgeted in church. He looked at his shoes -- as black and shiny
as he could make them to please her.
Neat close, too. He hadn't gone
out and thrown rocks and played in his good clothes before
By
Lazette
Gifford
Copyright 2012, Lazette Gifford
Michael kept his hands folded and his head bowed. He wanted to shake hair back from his face,
but grandma never liked when he fidgeted in church. He looked at his shoes -- as black and shiny
as he could make them to please her.
Neat close, too. He hadn't gone
out and thrown rocks and played in his good clothes before
August 15, 2012
To Be Read: Merry-Go-Round Blog Tour #14
I admit it . . . I haven't been reading much fiction lately. I am in a crazed nonfiction mode for about a year and a half now, going through all kinds of odd things as the mood -- or the need for research. I have an idea for something Sumerian or Akkadian in one of my novels, so I pulled some books off my personal library shelf and piled them up (see picture). I've read about half of
August 9, 2012
FM Flash Friday # 3: The New King
The New King
By
Lazette
Gifford
Copyright 2012, Lazette Gifford
King Garret had been a strong man when he took the throne at
fifty-five. Forty years later he wasn't interested
in much of anything except a good nap.
Enemies began eyeing our borderlands, so a cadre of lords went to
petition Garret to field the army. I accompanied
Uncle Newman as his heir since he'd exiled his
By
Lazette
Gifford
Copyright 2012, Lazette Gifford
King Garret had been a strong man when he took the throne at
fifty-five. Forty years later he wasn't interested
in much of anything except a good nap.
Enemies began eyeing our borderlands, so a cadre of lords went to
petition Garret to field the army. I accompanied
Uncle Newman as his heir since he'd exiled his
It is officially Buffy Bear Day!
Buffy the bear has now been here in the house for a year. I was NOT looking for another kitten when I heard her crying outside at about 1 am or so. She had gotten stuck between the house and a door. I kept hoping mom would show up. She didn't. The weather was not good for a kitten outside, so . . .
Yeah, I knew it was going to happen the moment I saw her, of course. Got a towel and
Yeah, I knew it was going to happen the moment I saw her, of course. Got a towel and
August 3, 2012
FM Flash Friday #2: Transgressed
Transgressed
By
Lazette
Gifford
Copyright 2012, Lazette Gifford
I didn't like to do the killing. It wasn't a good one, the young woman so pretty and young. Boss said she transgressed the laws and I knew that meant she had to die. He never tells me what transgressed is but I know it's bad. He don't have me kill no one 'cept those what transgressed.
So I did Cellie, quick and
By
Lazette
Gifford
Copyright 2012, Lazette Gifford
I didn't like to do the killing. It wasn't a good one, the young woman so pretty and young. Boss said she transgressed the laws and I knew that meant she had to die. He never tells me what transgressed is but I know it's bad. He don't have me kill no one 'cept those what transgressed.
So I did Cellie, quick and
July 27, 2012
FM Flash Friday # 1: Evolution
Evolution
By
Lazette Gifford
Copyright 2012, Lazette Gifford
Gangs had fought their useless battle in the
alley, losers dragging their dead and injured away as the winners jeered. Then the conquerors passed so close to
Alishin he could almost taste the blood on their clothing. Rank emotion filled the air like the scent of
flowers in spring.
He hungered.
They never saw
By
Lazette Gifford
Copyright 2012, Lazette Gifford
Gangs had fought their useless battle in the
alley, losers dragging their dead and injured away as the winners jeered. Then the conquerors passed so close to
Alishin he could almost taste the blood on their clothing. Rank emotion filled the air like the scent of
flowers in spring.
He hungered.
They never saw
July 26, 2012
Zette Vs. The Giant Green Grasshopper from Hell
Okay, first, I am not afraid of grasshoppers or many other bugs and insects. You can tell this by wandering through my picture a day blog and seeing how often I post pictures of the things, especially on the window beside my desk. (http://zettepicaday.blogspot.com/ )
However, when you happen to look up and see a huge green insect about as long as the palm of your hand clinging to the
However, when you happen to look up and see a huge green insect about as long as the palm of your hand clinging to the
July 24, 2012
Zette's Take: Outlines aren't creative?
I was told something interesting today: People who use outlines are not creative in their writing.
I looked at the line for a few minutes before I finally asked the most obvious question.
Where do you think outlines come from if not creativity?
This the problem with authors who decide at some point that their way is the only way to write. They not only stop seeing possibilities
I looked at the line for a few minutes before I finally asked the most obvious question.
Where do you think outlines come from if not creativity?
This the problem with authors who decide at some point that their way is the only way to write. They not only stop seeing possibilities
