K.C. Kendricks's Blog, page 74
March 19, 2015
A Conversation Between Writers - Knick and Knack
March 20, 2015
I did about 3 hours of writing and then went shopping. I never have too many knick knacks. With the living room done, we have a place to put stuff besides boxes. ~ Brenda Williamson
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What a day. The good news is I'm set on the day job. Seriously. Everything is done except the photocopying and that happens Monday. I've never had the week wrapped up like this before and it's all because the new "kids" see the value of getting ahead and staying ahead. ~ KC Kendricks
KC Kendricks www.pinterest.com/kckendricks
I did about 3 hours of writing and then went shopping. I never have too many knick knacks. With the living room done, we have a place to put stuff besides boxes. ~ Brenda Williamson
~~~~~
What a day. The good news is I'm set on the day job. Seriously. Everything is done except the photocopying and that happens Monday. I've never had the week wrapped up like this before and it's all because the new "kids" see the value of getting ahead and staying ahead. ~ KC Kendricks
KC Kendricks www.pinterest.com/kckendricks
March 14, 2015
A Hint of Spring
March 14, 2015
In less than a week Spring officially arrives. Living in the country, I grew up in the midst of weather-watchers. Now to tie those two things together, the first day of Spring occurs on the vernal equinox and the equinox means rain. The gardeners in the family, which means most of us, know this.
It's raining today. A slow, steady, soaking rain that's going to leave my tiny patch of the planet very soggy. There's already been some fall out from all this water. Or perhaps I should say "fall down" as in another section of the terrace wall collapsed. It's going to be a big repair now.
Based on the amount of deer tracks in that area, I suspect the deer had something to do with the collapse.They don't usually come that close to the house and I rather hope this isn't the beginning of a trend.
Even with the grey skies and squishy ground, I can sense Spring's approach. There's something in the air. A hint of warmth. A teasing scent of new growth. And in very short order, many of us will be sneezing as the maple trees suddenly bud.
But enough staring out the window watching the rain. It's Saturday and that means I have much to do. It may be wet outside but in the country there are still things that need tended.
I don't mind. There's a hint of Spring in the air.
KC
http://www.kckendricks.com
In less than a week Spring officially arrives. Living in the country, I grew up in the midst of weather-watchers. Now to tie those two things together, the first day of Spring occurs on the vernal equinox and the equinox means rain. The gardeners in the family, which means most of us, know this.
It's raining today. A slow, steady, soaking rain that's going to leave my tiny patch of the planet very soggy. There's already been some fall out from all this water. Or perhaps I should say "fall down" as in another section of the terrace wall collapsed. It's going to be a big repair now. Based on the amount of deer tracks in that area, I suspect the deer had something to do with the collapse.They don't usually come that close to the house and I rather hope this isn't the beginning of a trend.
Even with the grey skies and squishy ground, I can sense Spring's approach. There's something in the air. A hint of warmth. A teasing scent of new growth. And in very short order, many of us will be sneezing as the maple trees suddenly bud.
But enough staring out the window watching the rain. It's Saturday and that means I have much to do. It may be wet outside but in the country there are still things that need tended.
I don't mind. There's a hint of Spring in the air.
KC
http://www.kckendricks.com
March 12, 2015
A Conversation Between Writers - Bed Lures
March 13, 2015
I've been very bad - writing at work on my lunch break! But my story just crested 5K. That makes me happy. I really need to work on that old story, too. Maybe I'll spell off on that tonight. Give my brain time to catch up.
Still no word back on the short story. It's the one that was too short.
I really need a comprehensive list of what I need to do, but if I made one I'd probably get so discouraged I'd put myself to bed and stay there. ~ KC Kendricks
~~~~~
Keep on plugging along. You'll git'er done.
I'm currently downloading my website software into a different computer, since my other one won't display on the monitor. I think it may be the graphics card, but who knows when I'll get around to trying to fix it. Made one attempt this past week and the graphics card won't fit, it has to be a special one from Dell. ~ Brenda Williamson
KC Kendricks www.facebook.com/kckendricks
I've been very bad - writing at work on my lunch break! But my story just crested 5K. That makes me happy. I really need to work on that old story, too. Maybe I'll spell off on that tonight. Give my brain time to catch up.
Still no word back on the short story. It's the one that was too short.
I really need a comprehensive list of what I need to do, but if I made one I'd probably get so discouraged I'd put myself to bed and stay there. ~ KC Kendricks
~~~~~
Keep on plugging along. You'll git'er done.
I'm currently downloading my website software into a different computer, since my other one won't display on the monitor. I think it may be the graphics card, but who knows when I'll get around to trying to fix it. Made one attempt this past week and the graphics card won't fit, it has to be a special one from Dell. ~ Brenda Williamson
KC Kendricks www.facebook.com/kckendricks
March 11, 2015
Quiet dawn
March 11, 2015
Sometimes you discover an image that speaks to you on a more spiritual level than a book cover hosting two hot male chests. (Not that two male chests together can't be a spiritual thing, you understand.)
I thought I'd share this image of a foggy dawn at a lake just because I like the peacefulness of it.
KC
Sometimes you discover an image that speaks to you on a more spiritual level than a book cover hosting two hot male chests. (Not that two male chests together can't be a spiritual thing, you understand.)
I thought I'd share this image of a foggy dawn at a lake just because I like the peacefulness of it.
KC
March 6, 2015
Hot August Comes for #MSS82
March 7, 2015
Welcome to the 82nd My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop!! This week our tireless coordinator, Lynn Crain, set the theme with, "kiss me once, and kiss me twice..."
(I remember the old song. Do you?)
This week's seven sexy paragraphs come from my new release, Hot August Comes. Enjoy!
*_*_*_*_*
“I got that part. Maybe I’m just a little off stride that you’d come right out and cruise me like that.”
There was enough light that Harrison saw Leo smile. There was an easy humor in his voice as he spoke.
“I never took you to be the shy type.”
It was Harrison’s turn to smile. “Oh, I’m not the least bit shy, and I’ll prove it to you right now.”
Harrison reached out and cupped the back of Leo’s neck, then leaned over and kissed him. The feel of Leo’s lips under his shot a jolt of surprise through him. His heart rate rocketed skyward as he inhaled sharply and jerked away.
Leo blinked at him, then ran his thumb over Harrison’s lower lip. His voice was soft and low. “Well, well, that was unexpected.”
Now what should he do? Deny to Leo he felt the strange energy bouncing between them? He had to. How could he accept the kiss of a stranger tilting his world off-kilter?
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A bit about Hot August Comes:
Leo Corbin shook the dust of Westfall off his shoes to pursue opportunities among the bright city lights. When his mother suddenly dies, Leo returns home to settle her estate. His grief at her passing quickly turns to shock at what she left behind and rekindles old questions about the identity of his father.
Harrison Wade stuck by his father to help run the family farm. Life for a gay man in Westfall has limitations, but Harrison knows how to make the best of them. When Leo Corbin returns to town, Harrison’s quiet existence tilts. Leo is the guy who put an end to the high school bullying Harrison endured so many years ago. Harrison quickly discovers his old boyhood crush on Leo has matured into an adult attraction.
As the mercury rises, Harrison and Leo’s friendly buddy arrangement heats up. When hot August comes to Westfall, they discover home is more than where a man hangs his hat. It’s where he gives his heart.
Hot August Comes is available now at the Amber Allure imprint of Amber Quill Press
http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2136-Hot-August-Comes.asp
KC Kendricks
http://www.kckendricks.com
Be sure to visit My Sexy Saturday for the complete list of this week's participants (because somehow KC screwed up getting the code to post the list here).
Welcome to the 82nd My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop!! This week our tireless coordinator, Lynn Crain, set the theme with, "kiss me once, and kiss me twice..."
(I remember the old song. Do you?)
This week's seven sexy paragraphs come from my new release, Hot August Comes. Enjoy!
*_*_*_*_*
“I got that part. Maybe I’m just a little off stride that you’d come right out and cruise me like that.”
There was enough light that Harrison saw Leo smile. There was an easy humor in his voice as he spoke.
“I never took you to be the shy type.”
It was Harrison’s turn to smile. “Oh, I’m not the least bit shy, and I’ll prove it to you right now.”
Harrison reached out and cupped the back of Leo’s neck, then leaned over and kissed him. The feel of Leo’s lips under his shot a jolt of surprise through him. His heart rate rocketed skyward as he inhaled sharply and jerked away.
Leo blinked at him, then ran his thumb over Harrison’s lower lip. His voice was soft and low. “Well, well, that was unexpected.”
Now what should he do? Deny to Leo he felt the strange energy bouncing between them? He had to. How could he accept the kiss of a stranger tilting his world off-kilter?
_*_*_*_*_
A bit about Hot August Comes:
Leo Corbin shook the dust of Westfall off his shoes to pursue opportunities among the bright city lights. When his mother suddenly dies, Leo returns home to settle her estate. His grief at her passing quickly turns to shock at what she left behind and rekindles old questions about the identity of his father.
Harrison Wade stuck by his father to help run the family farm. Life for a gay man in Westfall has limitations, but Harrison knows how to make the best of them. When Leo Corbin returns to town, Harrison’s quiet existence tilts. Leo is the guy who put an end to the high school bullying Harrison endured so many years ago. Harrison quickly discovers his old boyhood crush on Leo has matured into an adult attraction.
As the mercury rises, Harrison and Leo’s friendly buddy arrangement heats up. When hot August comes to Westfall, they discover home is more than where a man hangs his hat. It’s where he gives his heart.
Hot August Comes is available now at the Amber Allure imprint of Amber Quill Press
http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/2136-Hot-August-Comes.asp
KC Kendricks
http://www.kckendricks.com
Be sure to visit My Sexy Saturday for the complete list of this week's participants (because somehow KC screwed up getting the code to post the list here).
March 5, 2015
A Conversation Between Writers - Lightning Strikes
March 6, 2015
Where Brenda and KC whine about being without all their electronic toys and how to protect them.
* * * *
This has been a crappy, big ol' pain-in-the-ass, sticky, screwed up week!!!!!!
Monday I went to the rental house to do some cleaning, came home 2 hours later after a brief storm. Apparently the lightning liked I wasn't home. It turned off two breakers and messed with my modem, router, two computers, two televisions and who knows what else (as the big items I use all the time were what I tried to use when I came home). So this week has been all about replacing cords, switching out computers, ordering new router and modem. I didn't have Internet for 24 hours. Then my brother lent me his modem until mine came a day later. Still sitting here waiting for a router to come FedEx. ~ Brenda Williamson
~~~~~
Nasty lightning. That really bites. I've been zapped a time or two and it's just so annoying. We finally gave in and called an electrician to install a whole-house surge protector at the panel box. Cost about $100 and boy don't I wish I'd done it sooner. I spent ten times that replacing crap. I felt sort of stupid when the guy asked why I didn't have one. Duh. Didn't know about them until he told me! ~ KC Kendricks
KC Kendricks
www.twitter.com/kckendricks
Where Brenda and KC whine about being without all their electronic toys and how to protect them.
* * * *
This has been a crappy, big ol' pain-in-the-ass, sticky, screwed up week!!!!!!
Monday I went to the rental house to do some cleaning, came home 2 hours later after a brief storm. Apparently the lightning liked I wasn't home. It turned off two breakers and messed with my modem, router, two computers, two televisions and who knows what else (as the big items I use all the time were what I tried to use when I came home). So this week has been all about replacing cords, switching out computers, ordering new router and modem. I didn't have Internet for 24 hours. Then my brother lent me his modem until mine came a day later. Still sitting here waiting for a router to come FedEx. ~ Brenda Williamson
~~~~~
Nasty lightning. That really bites. I've been zapped a time or two and it's just so annoying. We finally gave in and called an electrician to install a whole-house surge protector at the panel box. Cost about $100 and boy don't I wish I'd done it sooner. I spent ten times that replacing crap. I felt sort of stupid when the guy asked why I didn't have one. Duh. Didn't know about them until he told me! ~ KC Kendricks
KC Kendricks
www.twitter.com/kckendricks
March 1, 2015
Hot August Comes by KC Kendricks - new release
March 1, 2015
Hot August Comes is my first new release of 2015. Hot August Comes is one of those stories where I got the idea and it wouldn't leave me in peace. I needed to finish some other projects, both writing and in my personal life, but the story whispered at me. The only thing to do was drop everything else and write the story. That's the way it is sometimes in the writing life. I hope you'll enjoy Hot August Comes.
KC
*_*_*
HOT AUGUST COMES
available at Amber Allure
Leo Corbin shook the dust of Westfall off his shoes to pursue opportunities among the bright city lights. When his mother suddenly dies, Leo returns home to settle her estate. His grief at her passing quickly turns to shock at what she left behind and rekindles old questions about the identity of his father.
Harrison Wade stuck by his father to help run the family farm. Life for a gay man in Westfall has limitations, but Harrison knows how to make the best of them. When Leo Corbin returns to town, Harrison’s quiet existence tilts. Leo is the guy who put an end to the high school bullying Harrison endured so many years ago. Harrison quickly discovers his old boyhood crush on Leo has matured into an adult attraction.
As the mercury rises, Harrison and Leo’s friendly buddy arrangement heats up. When hot August comes to Westfall, they discover home is more than where a man hangs his hat. It’s where he gives his heart.
EXCERPT:
Harrison slid off the bench to kneel in front of Leo. He ran his hands up the inside of Leo’s thighs to coax him to spread his knees. Harrison unzipped Leo’s pants and slipped his hand inside the fly to stroke Leo’s cock. Leo stretched and unbuttoned his trousers. He lifted his ass and pushed his pants and briefs down to his ankles. His heavy erection jutted straight at Harrison. He wished he could get a better look, but it was too dark. He fisted Leo’s shaft and slowly stroked.
About eight inches. Cut. Sufficient girth. Harrison judged Leo’s dick to be perfectly proportioned to his body, not that it mattered to him. A guy had what a guy had to work with and that was that. It probably made Leo happy about his endowment, though. Harriosn smiled up at him.
“Nice cock, Leo. Not too big, not too small.”
Leo grinned. “I’ve found it to be just right. It gets the job done.”
“I’ll just bet it does.” Harrison pulled Leo in for another kiss.
Leo’s tongue licked over his as his hand covered Harrison’s and urged his fingers to a different position. Harrison surged upward as Leo pushed him down and back but they both ended up on the ground with Leo on top. Leo flexed his hips against Harrison, which prompted him to end the kiss.
“Not in the dirt, Leo. I don’t think it’s right.”
“It’s fine, Harrison.” Leo claimed his mouth again. Harrison met him in the kiss, teasing and nibbling on Leo’s lips until Leo rolled off him. “You got a better idea?”
“Yeah, city boy. I do. Wait here.” Harrison got to his feet and shoved his hand down the front of his jeans to adjust his rigid dick to a more comfortable position. Leo snickered at him.
“Oh, let me fix that for you.”
“Three minutes and it’s all yours.” Harrison stepped over to his truck and flipped the seat forward. Damn, he hoped this thing still worked. He sensed Leo at his back.
“What the fuck is in the duffel, Harrison?”
“Air mattress.” Harrison tossed the mattress into the bed of the pickup, connected the fitting to the little pump, and plugged the pump into the cigarette lighter. “Press the button on the pump, Leo.”
A hum filled the air. Leo rubbed his ass cheek. “It’s working and I’m getting naked.”
Harrison thought that was a splendid idea. He walked around the pickup and opened the tailgate so he could give the air mattress a good yank to position it. Leo was busy draping his clothes over the side of the truck bed so Harrison hurried to catch up. The pump cut off and he closed the valve and disconnected the pump. Leo was already flat on his back on the mattress staring at the stars. In the dim light his dick looked dark against his paler abdomen.
Naked, Harrison hopped onto the tailgate and crawled up beside Leo. He rocked back on his knees and fondled his balls to ease the tightness.
“Now, where were we?”Leo lifted his hand with his fingers curled, and made a rapid stroking motion. “Hand job, I think. Simple stuff.”
Harrison had hoped for a blowjob but trading hands was likely the better idea. And he could still get a quick taste of the man. He curled over Leo and licked his cock from tip to base. Leo moaned and said a breathy “yes,” but Harrison stretched out beside him.
He almost didn’t want to kiss Leo again and get zapped by the weird electricity that arced between them when their lips touched. What the hell was that, anyway? Pheromones? Harrison shivered.
He’d read about those and they could trick a man. He wasn’t about to fall prey to them. They were both going to get their rocks off and move on. Leo would be gone in a few days. End of story. Harrison rolled to face Leo and kissed the top of the man’s shoulder. Leo shifted onto his side and wrapped his fingers around Harrison’s hard-on.
Harrison slipped his thigh between Leo’s as Leo rested his knee on Harrison’s hip. He pressed his palm to Leo’s belly and caressed his way down to Leo’s firm sac. In response, Leo leaned in and kissed him.
Harrison forgot to breathe for a moment. They inched closer, chest-to-chest, leaving just enough room to maintain a good rhythm on each other. What they did to each other was simple and familiar but more exciting being done by another hand.
HOT AUGUST COMES
available at Amber Allure
KC Kendricks http://www.kckendricks.com
Hot August Comes is my first new release of 2015. Hot August Comes is one of those stories where I got the idea and it wouldn't leave me in peace. I needed to finish some other projects, both writing and in my personal life, but the story whispered at me. The only thing to do was drop everything else and write the story. That's the way it is sometimes in the writing life. I hope you'll enjoy Hot August Comes.
KC
*_*_*
HOT AUGUST COMESavailable at Amber Allure
Leo Corbin shook the dust of Westfall off his shoes to pursue opportunities among the bright city lights. When his mother suddenly dies, Leo returns home to settle her estate. His grief at her passing quickly turns to shock at what she left behind and rekindles old questions about the identity of his father.
Harrison Wade stuck by his father to help run the family farm. Life for a gay man in Westfall has limitations, but Harrison knows how to make the best of them. When Leo Corbin returns to town, Harrison’s quiet existence tilts. Leo is the guy who put an end to the high school bullying Harrison endured so many years ago. Harrison quickly discovers his old boyhood crush on Leo has matured into an adult attraction.
As the mercury rises, Harrison and Leo’s friendly buddy arrangement heats up. When hot August comes to Westfall, they discover home is more than where a man hangs his hat. It’s where he gives his heart.
EXCERPT:
Harrison slid off the bench to kneel in front of Leo. He ran his hands up the inside of Leo’s thighs to coax him to spread his knees. Harrison unzipped Leo’s pants and slipped his hand inside the fly to stroke Leo’s cock. Leo stretched and unbuttoned his trousers. He lifted his ass and pushed his pants and briefs down to his ankles. His heavy erection jutted straight at Harrison. He wished he could get a better look, but it was too dark. He fisted Leo’s shaft and slowly stroked.
About eight inches. Cut. Sufficient girth. Harrison judged Leo’s dick to be perfectly proportioned to his body, not that it mattered to him. A guy had what a guy had to work with and that was that. It probably made Leo happy about his endowment, though. Harriosn smiled up at him.
“Nice cock, Leo. Not too big, not too small.”
Leo grinned. “I’ve found it to be just right. It gets the job done.”
“I’ll just bet it does.” Harrison pulled Leo in for another kiss.
Leo’s tongue licked over his as his hand covered Harrison’s and urged his fingers to a different position. Harrison surged upward as Leo pushed him down and back but they both ended up on the ground with Leo on top. Leo flexed his hips against Harrison, which prompted him to end the kiss.
“Not in the dirt, Leo. I don’t think it’s right.”
“It’s fine, Harrison.” Leo claimed his mouth again. Harrison met him in the kiss, teasing and nibbling on Leo’s lips until Leo rolled off him. “You got a better idea?”
“Yeah, city boy. I do. Wait here.” Harrison got to his feet and shoved his hand down the front of his jeans to adjust his rigid dick to a more comfortable position. Leo snickered at him.
“Oh, let me fix that for you.”
“Three minutes and it’s all yours.” Harrison stepped over to his truck and flipped the seat forward. Damn, he hoped this thing still worked. He sensed Leo at his back.
“What the fuck is in the duffel, Harrison?”
“Air mattress.” Harrison tossed the mattress into the bed of the pickup, connected the fitting to the little pump, and plugged the pump into the cigarette lighter. “Press the button on the pump, Leo.”
A hum filled the air. Leo rubbed his ass cheek. “It’s working and I’m getting naked.”
Harrison thought that was a splendid idea. He walked around the pickup and opened the tailgate so he could give the air mattress a good yank to position it. Leo was busy draping his clothes over the side of the truck bed so Harrison hurried to catch up. The pump cut off and he closed the valve and disconnected the pump. Leo was already flat on his back on the mattress staring at the stars. In the dim light his dick looked dark against his paler abdomen.
Naked, Harrison hopped onto the tailgate and crawled up beside Leo. He rocked back on his knees and fondled his balls to ease the tightness.
“Now, where were we?”Leo lifted his hand with his fingers curled, and made a rapid stroking motion. “Hand job, I think. Simple stuff.”
Harrison had hoped for a blowjob but trading hands was likely the better idea. And he could still get a quick taste of the man. He curled over Leo and licked his cock from tip to base. Leo moaned and said a breathy “yes,” but Harrison stretched out beside him.
He almost didn’t want to kiss Leo again and get zapped by the weird electricity that arced between them when their lips touched. What the hell was that, anyway? Pheromones? Harrison shivered.
He’d read about those and they could trick a man. He wasn’t about to fall prey to them. They were both going to get their rocks off and move on. Leo would be gone in a few days. End of story. Harrison rolled to face Leo and kissed the top of the man’s shoulder. Leo shifted onto his side and wrapped his fingers around Harrison’s hard-on.
Harrison slipped his thigh between Leo’s as Leo rested his knee on Harrison’s hip. He pressed his palm to Leo’s belly and caressed his way down to Leo’s firm sac. In response, Leo leaned in and kissed him.
Harrison forgot to breathe for a moment. They inched closer, chest-to-chest, leaving just enough room to maintain a good rhythm on each other. What they did to each other was simple and familiar but more exciting being done by another hand.
HOT AUGUST COMES
available at Amber Allure
KC Kendricks http://www.kckendricks.com
February 26, 2015
A Conversation Between Writers - Do we really want gasoline?
February 27, 2015
Wherein KC and Brenda whine about buying gasoline. We need to write more so we can afford cars that are not ten years old.
*_*_*_*_*
KC Kendricks:
I'm about whipped and it's not even 9 AM. I stopped and filled up the gas tank - $52, then stopped at the ATM so I'd have some cash on me for those little necessities of life like groceries. $152 and I hadn't even hit the city limits. Jeez.
For once, I don't have much to do today. I'm here alone - again - and I plan to be a very bad girl. I have several stories started and it struck me last night that one of them is seriously off track right from the beginning of chapter 2. I'm going to fix that since I have all this peace and quiet around me.
~~~~~
Brenda Williamson:
I have a gas guzzler, but it has a big tank, so I don't have to fill up often. It doesn't matter the price of gas, I still cringe. Money always seems to drain from my account so quickly...worse, I don't even have to leave town for it to happen. The miracle of the internet.
Being bad is good--productive. I always need to fix stuff.
Wherein KC and Brenda whine about buying gasoline. We need to write more so we can afford cars that are not ten years old.
*_*_*_*_*
KC Kendricks:
I'm about whipped and it's not even 9 AM. I stopped and filled up the gas tank - $52, then stopped at the ATM so I'd have some cash on me for those little necessities of life like groceries. $152 and I hadn't even hit the city limits. Jeez.
For once, I don't have much to do today. I'm here alone - again - and I plan to be a very bad girl. I have several stories started and it struck me last night that one of them is seriously off track right from the beginning of chapter 2. I'm going to fix that since I have all this peace and quiet around me.
~~~~~
Brenda Williamson:
I have a gas guzzler, but it has a big tank, so I don't have to fill up often. It doesn't matter the price of gas, I still cringe. Money always seems to drain from my account so quickly...worse, I don't even have to leave town for it to happen. The miracle of the internet.
Being bad is good--productive. I always need to fix stuff.
A Conversation Between Writers - Do we really gasoline?
February 27, 2015
Wherein KC and Brenda whine about buying gasoline. We need to write more so we can afford cars that are not ten years old.
*_*_*_*_*
KC Kendricks:
I'm about whipped and it's not even 9 AM. I stopped and filled up the gas tank - $52, then stopped at the ATM so I'd have some cash on me for those little necessities of life like groceries. $152 and I hadn't even hit the city limits. Jeez.
For once, I don't have much to do today. I'm here alone - again - and I plan to be a very bad girl. I have several stories started and it struck me last night that one of them is seriously off track right from the beginning of chapter 2. I'm going to fix that since I have all this peace and quiet around me.
~~~~~
Brenda Williamson:
I have a gas guzzler, but it has a big tank, so I don't have to fill up often. It doesn't matter the price of gas, I still cringe. Money always seems to drain from my account so quickly...worse, I don't even have to leave town for it to happen. The miracle of the internet.
Being bad is good--productive. I always need to fix stuff.
Wherein KC and Brenda whine about buying gasoline. We need to write more so we can afford cars that are not ten years old.
*_*_*_*_*
KC Kendricks:
I'm about whipped and it's not even 9 AM. I stopped and filled up the gas tank - $52, then stopped at the ATM so I'd have some cash on me for those little necessities of life like groceries. $152 and I hadn't even hit the city limits. Jeez.
For once, I don't have much to do today. I'm here alone - again - and I plan to be a very bad girl. I have several stories started and it struck me last night that one of them is seriously off track right from the beginning of chapter 2. I'm going to fix that since I have all this peace and quiet around me.
~~~~~
Brenda Williamson:
I have a gas guzzler, but it has a big tank, so I don't have to fill up often. It doesn't matter the price of gas, I still cringe. Money always seems to drain from my account so quickly...worse, I don't even have to leave town for it to happen. The miracle of the internet.
Being bad is good--productive. I always need to fix stuff.
February 22, 2015
The Drones are Coming
February 22, 2015
One of the last things I would have thought I had to worry is a drone flying over my house. I live pretty far out of town, after all. We're just a happy little family, one generation removed from a moonshiner, living on the mountain. (Seriously- my grandfather made Apple Jack, a fact I think is pretty funny.)
Imagine my surprise when I spotted a little black drone flying about our enclave. Something is rotten in western Maryland.
Well..... It shakes out it's one of the younger generation turned spy. This boy built the drone himself and now he's testing it. My question is, after what the fuck? - WHY? If the lad is bored with life, I have a lot of chores for him.
Come next summer he'd best not fly that thing over my little dipping pool because I've been known to dip nekkid after dark. Now I'll have to take the shotgun with me. It'll be the last video his little drone takes.
Because no one on Facebook gets to see me nekkid.
BOOM!
KC
http://www.kckendricks.com
One of the last things I would have thought I had to worry is a drone flying over my house. I live pretty far out of town, after all. We're just a happy little family, one generation removed from a moonshiner, living on the mountain. (Seriously- my grandfather made Apple Jack, a fact I think is pretty funny.)
Imagine my surprise when I spotted a little black drone flying about our enclave. Something is rotten in western Maryland.
Well..... It shakes out it's one of the younger generation turned spy. This boy built the drone himself and now he's testing it. My question is, after what the fuck? - WHY? If the lad is bored with life, I have a lot of chores for him.
Come next summer he'd best not fly that thing over my little dipping pool because I've been known to dip nekkid after dark. Now I'll have to take the shotgun with me. It'll be the last video his little drone takes.
Because no one on Facebook gets to see me nekkid.
BOOM!
KC
http://www.kckendricks.com
