Jacqueline Druga's Blog, page 16

Caught in the Act

Nothing spells believable and guilty than a snap of a phone picture. For anyone who thinks that sweet little girl doesn't have an issue, take a look at the pictureOn a recent trip to Starbucks, Violet did her own shopping. She's never really tried to take anything at Starbucks. Almost as if she subconsciously knows it is her mom's work place. But yesterday, I guess she felt feisty, thirsty and hungry.Innocently she wandered around as I kept a peering eye on her. Waving to people, not going too far. Then she was playing with the fruit drinks and snacks. I looked over and saw the little Klepto in action. I had to take a picture. As if no one would notice that huge fruit juice sticking out of her dress. And check out her little left hand. Look how sly she was.  Trying to inconspicuously slip that fruit snack into her purse.I corrected her and told her, "We don't take these, you have to put these back." And just as I said that, a woman came over and said, "I hate to say anything, but she took my Tic Tacs."Now I found that hard to believe, seeing that Violet was in my sight the whole time. "Are you sure?" I asked. "They aren't sticking out of her dress.""Positive," the woman said. "They were on the table. She grabbed them. I wasn't going to say anything . . ."I turned to Violet. Then, as if she knew she was busted, she clutched her little purse tight to her body, swinging it from our reach. If it wasn't her protective stance over the purse that gave it away, it was the distinctive 'rattle' of the little mints. A ha! She had them.I reached for the purse, and she let out this ungodly scream. I have attached a video of such a scream so you can get the whole picture.
A tug of war began between me and Violet over the purse. "Give . . . Great One . . . the … purse . . ."Finally victory ensued. I got the purse and retrieved the tic tacs with a 'yes!'  I turned to the woman. "Here you go. Sorry." And I handed her the mints. When I did, another loud, long scream from Violet brought silence in the coffee shop and suddenly everyone in Starbucks looked at this woman. She of course, had this horrid look of offense. Her jaw dropped with a slant to the right, her mouth agape and slightly crooked, head cocked back and eyes wide. Surely she peered upon my granddaughter as if she were some sort of spawn, as if thinking, "What the hell is this little girl?'She held that expression only for a moment until she realized all eyes were upon her, and quickly, you guessed it, she gave Violet back the tic tacs.Violet switched demeanor like Sybil, put the tic tacs in her purse and went back to being the happy shoplifter.Man, I'm gonna miss her when she goes on vacation next week with her mom.

What's in a Dream?

[image error] Look at that face. Seriously, just look at it. Does she or does she not look like she should be an ad for poor starving children. Man, is that innocent face deceiving.As a writer I have always become engrossed in my work. I cast my characters to make them real. I pick out songs, lately I have been watching the trailer to DAMAGES. Not that it has anything to do with what I am currently writing.I honestly feel the more engrossed I am, the better I write. After all, if I believe the story is real, then my readers will too. With it though are drawbacks.I am currently writing, After the Rapture. The title tells you a good bit about what its' about. Anyhow, I felt something missing from the book so I went back, scraped it and started again last week. It's writing itself now. I have thrown myself into the story so much it is now scaring me.Not unusual, when I wrote DUST, I swore the bombs were going to drop. I was sick everyday that I wrote the Flu. Now, I keep checking the babies to make sure they don't disappear.During my nap I had a vivid nightmare. It would have scared the hell out of me had it not ended the way it did. I dreamt that this angel came to me and said that the rapture was coming. I didn't believe her until (And this is the dream) I came home from DJing and the babies were gone. Baby Frank and Violet had vanished. I was freaking out in the dream, crying. Scared. I screamed for the angel, and told her I wanted the babies back. She said it couldn't happen, it was the rapture, God's rule. I didn't care. I'd battle heaven and hell for my babies.Next thing I know there's three angels. I'm thinking in this dream they must have been scared of me. They told me it was God's will. Stop causing a fuss.  Then one angel comes forward and says, "God has taken all the children from the earth. But . . ." Then she hands me Violet. "You can have this one back, because we just can't handle her anymore."I woke up. Huh? Hmm. I wonder what my subconscious is saying to me about my granddaughter through that dream.