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WORDLESS WEDNESDAY: SADNESS

Welcome back to the randomness that is Wednesday on the blogs. Today, we're wordless, which, for me, you know is never the case. Oh first let's showcase WMH



Okay, so today's topic is sadness. Yeah, I've been fighting a battle with depression for . . .  almost a year now. Some days I'm good, some I'm ehhh, and others it out and out sucks. So this topic is tough. Let's see how we can "lighten" sadness up, shall we?













  

When all the books have been read
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MARCH PROMPTLY PENNED

Hey! And welcome to my first Promptly Penned. If you've never seen this before, we're given a writing prompt then have to jump off from there. Each of us has the same one so it'll be fun to see how we use it. Okay, so here goes.

“I thought I’d made it clear we have a no abduction policy.” Jayne peered over her glasses at Tessa, pinning her with a gaze. Undaunted, Tessa stared right back"She wasn’t cooperating. What did you expect me to do?”“Not kidnap her, Tessa,” Jayne said, as she tossed her expensive eyewear on the desk. “Is that too much to ask?”“Kidnap is such an ugly word. I liberated her, borrowed her if you will. You wanted her here, she wouldn’t come. I asked nicely, she slammed the door in my face. Besides, weren’t you the one who said don’t take no for an answer.“I didn’t think you would abduct her.”Tessa shook her head. “Doesn’t matter, she’s here now and totally unhurt. So, now you can talk to her and I can get back to my vacation.”“You’re not going anywhere,” Jayne said, rising to her feet. “Once Natalie and I speak, if she’ll speak to me, you have to take her back.”Tessa wearily rubbed her face. “I do one tiny favor for you and this is what I get. Grief, grief and a need for more favors.”“You’re my only operative able to take her back. The only one I trust.”“Boy, I bet that killed you to say that.” Tessa said, stunned. “Fine, I’ll take her back, but not today. I’m tired and need to get some rest.”“I doubt she’ll talk to me anyway,” Jayne said.“What do you expect? You haven’t seen your daughter in…what? Ten years? And you think she’d going to welcome you with open arms?”Jayne dropped back into her desk chair. “I’ve written letters. Tried to explain.”“Yeah, well she didn’t act as if she wanted to have anything to do with you. I’m sorry, but that’s the truth.”“Truth or not, she’s almost twenty-one. If her powers kick in when mine did she could die without help.”Or kill people, Tessa thought, but didn’t say it out loud. Killing people was so much worse, especially when they were your family or, at least, the only family you knew. Don’t think about it, she told herself, didn’t do any good. It was old news and something she couldn’t fix.“Then you’d better talk to her and convince her to get tested,” Tessa finally said. “If she’s normal then no big deal, she can go back to her life. If she’s not, she needs to know now. Not after she goes nova.”“Thanks, Tessa. I appreciate the zeal in which you completed your assignment.”She huffed out a laugh. “Zeal? I like it. Better than kidnapping, I suppose.”
Before Jayne could say anything else, Tessa left the office and headed toward her rooms. She needed to lock herself down before the power in her system flashed. Unlike others of her ilk, Tessa’s power seemed limitless, but there were…drawbacks. That’s how the scientists had put it. Drawbacks. She rolled her eyes. Yeah, blowing up was a drawback alright. 


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TALES FROM A BOOKSTORE

I started working at an unnamed bookstore last June. I love books, obviously, and being around them all the time seemed like the perfect place for me. And it is . . . other than the customers. 

Okay, don't get me wrong. Not all the customers are facepalm worthy, but there are quite a few who aren't playing with a full deck. So I thought I would share some of the more fantastical stories I've collected. What I share with you is 100% real. These are really real people who are out there living in society and, somehow, walking around taking care of themselves. I know, I know, I'm stunned too. 

Oh, jeez, where to begin. Okay, so this one didn't actually happen to me, but to someone I know (code word for coworker).

A customer walks into the bookstore and comes up to the desk to inquire about a book. Now sometimes you get the people who don't know the author or the name of the book. Hell sometimes you get people who just tell you the book is blue and expect you to know which one they mean. Nope, not this Einstein.

This lady comes up and asks for a copy of Medea



Now before you get excited, let me stop you. This fabulous customer then goes on to say . . .

"Now I know it's written by Tyler Perry, but I'm not sure what part of the store I'd find it in."



And yes, this is a truly true story. Bless her heart.

And have a truly wonderful day. See you Wednesday!! -- Gwen

ADVENTURES IN A BOOKSTORE

I started working at an unnamed bookstore last June. I love books, obviously, and being around them all the time seemed like the perfect place for me. And it is . . . other than the customers. 

Okay, don't get me wrong. Not all the customers are facepalm worthy, but there are quite a few who aren't playing with a full deck. So I thought I would share some of the more fantastical stories I've collected. What I share with you is 100% real. These are really real people who are out there living in society and, somehow, walking around taking care of themselves. I know, I know, I'm stunned too. 

Oh, jeez, where to begin. Okay, so this one didn't actually happen to me, but to someone I know (code word for coworker).

A customer walks into the bookstore and comes up to the desk to inquire about a book. Now sometimes you get the people who don't know the author or the name of the book. Hell sometimes you get people who just tell you the book is blue and expect you to know which one they mean. Nope, not this Einstein.

This lady comes up and asks for a copy of Medea


Now before you get excited, let me stop you. This fabulous customer then goes on to say . . .

"Now I know it's written by Tyler Perry, but I'm not sure what part of the store I'd find it in."


And yes, this is a truly true story. Bless her heart.

And have a truly wonderful day. See you Wednesday!! -- Gwen

BLOG TAKEOVER

Greetings sad humans. I am the perfect and elegant Baroness Abigail von Kitty. Look upon my effortless resting bitch face and envy me.



I am looking for some worthy souls to volunteer as day slaves. The help I have are slackers and aren't available during the day. Your duties will include worshipful petting, feeding me chicken, litter box duty, feeding me chicken, cuddling, feeding me chicken, listening to be bitch at you, and feeding me chicken. If you think your tiny brain can handle these duties please apply. Oh and bring chicken as an offering. Offerings will get you far.


The Supreme and Fabulous Abigail

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WHY I WRITE

Welcome to the randomness that is Wednesday. Ah yes, so let's get to why most of you are here. *drum roll* Wednesday Male Hotness


Our topic this week is why we write. I'm sure most of us will say some of the same things, but here's why I write. As long as I can remember, my imagination has been filled with people. Tons and tons of people. As a kid, I could spend hours daydreaming the day away. I usually did since I was bored in school and it gave me something to do. Usually, the people were a mixture of characters in books and people that just popped into my head.

The people would have full on adventures and conversations and go places and do things. After a while, I wondered if other people had friends in their heads too. Yeah come to find out, not many people did. You get strange looks when you mention the people in your head that talk to you.

Anyway, I started to write stories when I was about ten or so. Off and on, nothing serious. Then in high school, I started to actually create character lists about some of the people in my head, but they weren't fully formed yet. So nothing came of the stories.

Then I wrote a book that I've never published, but will once I do major revisions. The characters came totally from a dream and I crafted an entire book around them. Finally, the people in my head had an outlet. I could let them out to play and see if other people liked them too. 

Guess what? People did. So, I write because my head gets way too crowded and the tenants need a permanent home on  a page. This gives the huge condo in my brain room for new people to move in. Also, the more people I can get out onto the pages the quieter my brain will be. Does that make sense? Or does it sound slightly crazy? Yeah, I'm probably saying stuff that most writers experience but most don't want do talk about. You know, because voices in head = padded cell. 

I write because it makes me happy and sad and frustrated all at once. I write because sometimes I can't do anything else. I write because if I don't then I feel as if I'm wasting something . . . time, talent, I don't know. 

And, that's why I write. Check out what the other bloggers have to say and I'll catch you all next week. -- Gwen

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MY IDEAL DATE

Yeah, so I'll have to admit I've been procrastinating. The whole idea of an "ideal" date stumped me. I have no clue what to write since I don't have any idea about the ideal. Oh wait, forgot, for your edification here's Wednesday Male Hotness 



Okay, so back to the dilemma. Right now, I got no game so I've been putting this off in hopes that some kind of thought would pop into my head. Other than, "shit I still have to write that." Then I realized I'm a writer . . . I have an imagination. Go figure. So here it is my perfect date/day.

Okay so the incredible man (unknown) but is abso perfect for me says he is going to take me something fabulous. Someplace I will love. With a flick of his fingers (he's magical don't you know) he instantly whisks me away to . . . Walt Disney World!!



We get to go into Magic Kingdom early and immediately head to my favorite ride Haunted Mansion


 We hit Pirates of the Caribbean



Head to Epcot for World Showcase

And generally spend the day doing all the amazing things we can. That evening, he snaps his fingers again and whisks me away to a fabulous home on a gorgeous beach. 



He fixes me an amazing meal and we snuggle together as we listen to the waves lap on the sand. Finally, we head to bed where we can still hear the ocean and feel the breeze.



And there it is, my ideal date. And I'm sure you weren't expecting any of that since it would or could never happen. But hey I figured if I was going to imagine, I might as well go all the way. Right??

Now run over and check out what the other ladies consider an ideal date and I will see you next week! -- Gwen

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FEBRUARY FLASH FICTION - PICTURE

She imagined the picture was supposed to be evocative of…something. The dreamy image showed a man, in a blue hoodie and jeans, walking down a wooden dock, surrounded by blue water, toward a bright light. Death? The unknown? His promising future? All that the artwork brought to her mind was the song “Dock of the Bay,” and she was fairly certain that’s not what the artist was aiming for.“What do you think?” a low, rough voice askedShe glanced over at the man who’d stepped up beside her and had to look up. He was tall, had to be nearly six-four, with close cropped black hair, a beard, and enough tats and piercings to cause most people to back up. Emily wasn’t most people though. She prided herself on giving everyone a chance and, if they turned out to be an asshole, she’d just use her pepper spray.“I don’t like it. I think it’s hokey. It reminds me of that one painter. You know, the one they called the painter of light. He did all those landscape paintings that never looked real.”She also prided herself on honesty. If people didn’t want her opinion they shouldn’t ask.He nodded. “Something your grandma might hang on her living room wall.”“Exactly,” she said with a nod. “Right next to a horrible clown print.”After a moment, she glanced over at him. “Please tell me you’re not the artist.”He laughed. “No, hell no. Somebody I know invited me. I didn’t have anything else going so here I am. Would your opinion have changed if I was?”“No, but I would have tried to be kinder in my choice of words.”“So you would have still told me my pictures were shit, but prettied it up?”“Yes.” She turned and held out her hand. “I’m Emily.”“Tanner,” he said, gently taking her hand for a shake. “How did you end up here?”“Same as you, a friend invited me. This is her gallery and she wanted me to see the work of this totally awesome artist. Her words, obviously.”He had the prettiest eyes she’d ever seen. They were an unusual blue-green hue surrounded by thick black lashes. Lashes she only dreamed of having. Lashes the mascara companies promised you’d get, if you bought their products, but never delivered on. And how long had she been standing and staring up into his eyes? “Do you want to go across the street for coffee?” he asked her.“What about your date?”“I don’t have a date. My sister didn’t want to come by herself.”“I’d like that,” she said, smiling. No he wasn’t anything like the men she usually dated, but sticking with pattern wasn’t working for her. This man, with his beautiful eyes and gruff voice, made her stomach clench and that wasn’t a sensation she’d felt in a very long time.  He held out his hand. “Let’s get out of here.”
Emily put her hand in his as they moved through the crowd. No, she hadn’t liked the show at all, but had found something so much more to her liking.



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WRITING PET PEEVES

Hello! Before I get out my soapbox to mouth off about my pet peeves, here's WMH



*sigh* Anyway, pet peeves of the writing variety. I don't know that I have many, but here we go.

1. Not writing when I say I will. Yeah, that's a big one with me. And with depression it's even bigger . . . huger even. Often, by the time I do all my adult stuff and make it home, I just really want to nap. Depression is exhausting and pretending everything is okay is even more exhausting. So, yeah, no writing.

2. Getting half way or more through a book and realizing--whoops-- the beginning of it is wrong. Yeah, that's another thing I'm facing right now. So, with over 50k I am back at the beginning fixing it so that the story will make sense.

3. When I'm actually writing having to stop for one reason or another. Once that happens, I'm sunk.

4. Having an awesome idea for a book . . . but I'm already working on one and have 2 others I have to get to before I can get to the new great idea.

5. Seeing brand new books out I want to read, but know I should be writing instead. But really wanting to read the books . . . for research and stuff. 

Right now, that's all I got. If you have some awesome pet peeves . . . any pet peeves you want to share then drop them down in the comments. I want to know what bothers you. Truly.

Now, don't forget to run and check out what bugs the other bloggers and I'll see you all next week.-- Gwen

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HAPPINESS IN PICTURES

As you know, I can never do one of these pic deals without adding words. So there you go. Anyway, there were no real direction for this so I'm just going to show pics of things, places, people that make me happy.And the first happy is Wednesday Male Hotness










And now, run over and check out what makes the other bloggers happy. I will see you all next week! -- Gwen

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Bronwyn
Kris
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Jessica D
Kayleigh
Paige