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Growing up, I wasn’t much of an athlete. I didn’t play ball or tennis, or do gymnastics. No, nothing like that. Not this girl! Nope. I was a bookworm, instead.
I lived and breathed books. I couldn’t wait to get done with school, with homework, with chores, just so I could lose myself in a story. (I’m sure my readers and author friends are uber surprised! LOL.) The idea of dressing in workout gear and getting sweaty ON PURPOSE was insane to me, and I carried this notion well into adulthood…
But look at me now!
Nowadays I can’t imagine life without physical movement, and I find that if I haven’t had a workout in a while, my body complains. Loudly. See, I’ve discovered that, for me, a CrossFit workout takes both mental and physical strength. And I certainly need to maintain both!
What about you? Have you tried building strength in a part of your life that you never thought you could? Please share!
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Welcome to Take-Me-Back Thursday!
In light of all that’s going on in my life, I couldn’t help but look back at my debut novel, Merger of the Heart. It’s been an only child since coming into the world in 2014.
But guess what?! This Monday, June 13th, Driven to Temptation will hit the virtual shelves to keep it company!
What wonderfully fantastic things are going on in your world?
Welcome to Take-Me-Back Thursday!
I’ve been looking at photographs lately. Not the digital variety (cuz that’d be so easy to store!), but the actual put-in-a-photo-album kind. The same ones that take up oodles of precious real estate. I’ve got so many of these suckers that even I’m impressed with how well my life’s been documented! 🙂
I suppose you could say I’ve taken more than my fair share of flower pictures, and landscape pictures, and family pictures. (Just how many shots of family meals have to be taken, anyway?) But I do know that I’ll never have too many cat pictures. Is that even possible?
One of my faves is this one of Bennett Charles:
Doesn’t he look fierce?
I sure miss him…
So what do you think’s a better way to keep your pictures? The digital variety that you scroll through or the paper one that you can flip through?
Deep ponderings, huh? 🙂
Welcome to Take Me Back Thursday!
This was me, once upon a time…Pre-CrossFit…Ten pounds lighter…No muscles…And such a wuss when it came to lifting heavy stuff (like cat litter!)…
What a difference time makes. 🙂
Thanks so very much for stopping by,
Once upon a time, many moons ago, Mr. A and were in Victoria, B.C. We stayed at a terrific B and B, and, of course, had tea at the Empress Hotel.
This is one of my fave pics from that trip!
I love that Mr. A was such a good sport about the whole tea thing. What a guy!
Have you had tea at the Empress? What’d you think? Please share!
Welcome to Take Me Back Thursday! (It’s technically still Thursday in my part of the world, so don’t judge. 🙂 )
Looking through some old photos recently, I stumbled onto this one:
Until then, I’ll have to flip through photo albums and relive some of our wonderful memories together…until we can create new ones. 🙂
Happy Almost Friday,
Happy Take Me Back Thursday (Yeah, yeah, I know it’s typically referred to as Throwback Thursday. Blame it on the rebel in me!).
Most of you know I LURVV my dudes at The Male Observation Lab. Truth is, they’re such a huge part of my life. But don’t tell them that! One of my greatest fears is that, if I ever leave, La Muse will punish me, shunning the bourbon and cigars I offer, and refusing to produce a single word of story again. *nods head* She’d really do that! Besides, the dudes are smart and funny and chock full of writing inspiration. Check it out….
One of the joys of working in The Male Observation Lab (aka, the day-job), is the incredible opportunity to peek into guy-lives. Kind of like viewing males in their natural habitat – with tools, and dirt, and equipment but with the added bonus of getting paid to do it. 🙂
And this writer’s brain . . . Just . . . Doesn’t. . . Turn. . . Off. It’s like a hound dog searching for story. Which is precisely what happened when I came across Mr. X (obviously not his real name) recently.
Now, guys being who they are, he refused to tell me how the twenty-seven staples appeared on his head. He even demanded his work buddies not say a word. *Insert pout* Of course, he had no idea he was talking to a writer. We are a special breed. We spin stories out of any stroke of inspiration.
So in the middle of the day, my muse sucked down some beer, lit up a fresh cigar, and took it upon herself to do what she does best: make something up. I now present five possible ways Mr. X ended up with a stapled head:
1. Mild-mannered construction-type dude by day, Mr. X is really a secret agent running covert ops in our part of the Pacific Northwest. His latest assignment: pose as a drag queen in order to infiltrate a smuggling ring of car thieves. Unfortunately, he had yet to master the “art of the walk” in his four-inch stilettos and in a thigh-high-slit maxi skirt, let alone the running part. So while he chased after the bad guys, trying to stay on their trail, he stepped into a deep sidewalk crack and fell backwards. And that’s when his head struck the bumper of his secret agent car, which automatically dialed his status to headquarters. When back-up arrived, he was out cold, and the thugs made off with his new Manolo Blahniks. . .. the swines!
2. Even though he’s a no-nonsense construction-type dude, Mr. X has a soft spot – for kittens. (Awww!) When he woke up one morning, he heard the frightened mewl of the newest addition to his menagerie of twenty-three cats. Poor thing was stuck up a tree in his front yard. Rather than take the time to call the fire department for help (because, hey, he’s a dude), he shimmied up sixteen feet until he reached the scrawny, wide-eyed, fluffy white kitten he’d named Pumpkin Pie (PP). She was perched at the end of a limb, with her gaze trailed downward. Her painful mewl tore at this heart. He had to save her! But as he reached for her, PP leapt. While she safely landed feet first on the ground, Mr. X did not.
3. Like any hot-blooded American male, Mr. X loves his woman. And he’d do anything to defend her. At a recent visit to their favorite watering hole, some other dude commented on Mr. X’s woman’s lack of grace at the pool table. Mr. X let that one slide. After all, his love for her doesn’t depend on her ability to win a few bucks at pool. But when Other Dude insulted the size of her well-endowed chest, well. . . that one was a little hard for Mr. X to let pass. After all, he’d paid for those! So he insulted Other Dude’s woman with a comment about her mustache. Trading insults soon devolved into a screaming match. And the screaming match further devolved into a fight. Involving fists. And chairs. And a trip to Emergency Department. . ..
4. Mr. X has a secret. One that even his closest friends don’t know. Like me, Mr. X is a romance writer. (Although, he’s famously known as erotica author Candi Lishious with over a million books sold. Go, Candi!) Mr. X, aka Candi, likes to work through scenes in his/her novel to make sure they’re doable. (Don’t judge. We all have a process!) One particularly tough scene involved a stepladder and a chandelier, and Mr. X/Candi wasn’t sure it was physically possible, so of course, he/she had to try it. Unfortunately, the ladder had a busted rung. Mr. X/Candi swung his left leg out, and the rung snapped. (You should’ve listened to your company’s safety person – just sayin’!) The stepladder toppled, and Mr. X/Candi hit the edge of the kitchen counter on the way down. So, yeah, that scene didn’t work out too well. . ..
5. Mr. X, mild construction-type dude by day, is also lead guitarist for a local rock band, The Swing and Sting. He loves the wild nights of rock and roll, and the groupies that hang around afterwards. Being single has its perks! One night, he snuck into the alleyway that separated the club from the Church of Immediate Redemption, for a quick smoke. And that’s when he heard it. Felt it. That creepy weird feeling that trailed down his spine whenever SHE got close. He reached for something, anything to use as a weapon against HER, while at the same time he searched for the door handle behind him. And from the shadows emerged a figure, huge, and intimidating with wings spread wide. It was the dragon-creature from his childhood nightmare. The same one that continued to threaten to pluck him from the present, and then drop him into an alternate reality. All these years Mr. X had been able to thwart the beast, had been able to defend himself from it. This time, he’d had enough. He liked his construction-type dude / rock band guitarist life, thank you very much, and he was sick and tired of defending it! So with his bare hands, he lunged. . .. And if you think the twenty-seven staples look awful, suffice it to say the SHE dragon’s out of commission for good.
*Sigh* La Muse was thoroughly entertained!
So. What do you think happened to Mr. X?
Well, hello there. Been awhile, I know! Gotta admit it’s good to be back, now that I’m done with this latest round of edits for the next book in my Glenwood Falls series…for now. 🙂
So. This Take me Back Thursday comes courtesy of a spur-of-the-moment trip Mr. A and I took to San Francisco several years ago. We had the most awesomest of times as we explored this super-fun city!
And sharing all of these with someone so very special? That was the bestest part of all! Share one of your favorite travel memories with a special someone. C’mon! You know you want to!
Happy New Year!
This Take Me Back Thursday comes to you from the point in my life where Mr. A and I would go to the opera on New Year’s Eve. It seemed a fitting, civilized way to greet the New Year…We don’t do that anymore.
Still, pics like this are fun to revisit.