2014 Resolutions

It's been a while since I posted.  Life got a little out of hand for a bit.  But among my resolutions for 2014 are Simplify My Life and Write More.  :)  So here I am again.

The simplifying process will take a bit of time.  The write more doesn't have to.  So expect - in the beginning - to find at least one blog post a week with a new scene or description from my writing.  If you don't see it, leave me a comment to "bug" me.  Oh, and if anyone has some great links to story starters or writing prompts, please remember, Sharing is Caring!  :)

Off to work on the first writing post of the new year now.  Look for it within the week...

Moira's ADULT fiction blog

Just a quick note to all.  To keep this page PG-rated, I have moved my erotic fiction to this blog.

Feel free to check it out if you'd like (and IF you're over 18), but be warned.  Anything goes on that page!  :)

Carli & Reed

In this exercise, we were required to write at least a 400 word scene with the character we'd created for the workshop.  Do you know how hard it is to convey everything your characters are feeling without adding "she sighed"?  LOL.  Here's my submission:

"Who are you?"
"What the hell did you think you were doing?"
"I was trying a small spell, as if it's any of your business."
"Lady, when you nearly create a twister in my woods, I make it my business."
"Oh, they're your woods, are they? Funny, because I own this area."
"Yes, but I own this area."
"Oh. So you're... Well, the only tree I damaged is on my land, so-"
"True, but that twister could have damn well made it on my land."
“But it didn't, did it? And it wasn't a twister, damn it. Just a little wind. I knew what I was doing. And I handled it.”
“Didn't look like you knew what you were doing from where I was standing.”
“Well, I did. And I'll say it again. I handled it.”
“Barely. If I hadn't sent some of my energy your way, you wouldn't have.”
“Of all the arrogant...”
“The truth is the truth.”
“Unbelievable...”
“You know, you could say thank you. For helping you put out your near disaster there.”
“By the gods!!! You are so arrogant. I didn't.... I wasn't... it wasn't... Oh, you're right!!! Why can't I do spells?”
“Oh, lady, don't cry. I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry. I know, I'm hot-headed sometimes. Here, here, take this.”
“A towel? You carry a towel out in the woods with you?”
“Well, um, I kinda ran when I sensed the energy going awry.”
“Awry...”
“You know what? Let's try this again. We're obviously neighbors, and will be for some time. I'm sorry if I came off like an asshole. That's better. I much prefer laughter to tears, even if it's directed at me. OK, ok, so I am sorry I was an asshole. Can we start over?”
“Ummmm... what do you mean?”
“Hi. I'm Reed Cunningham. I'm you're new neighbor.”
“Oh. Um, I'm Carli Jacobs. Nice to meet you Reed. I think.”
“Uh oh. I'm even more of an asshole than I realized. You're one of the developers of Eostara?”
“Yep.”
“Well, at least that made you smile. That's better, too. So, will you give me a chance to make it up to you? Care to have dinner tonight?”
“That's really not necessary, Reed. But thanks for the offer.”
“Please, I insist. Then you'll see that I'm not always a jerk.”
“What time?”
“Seven-thirty?”
“If you're sure...”
“I'm positive. And maybe we could talk a little about the little... um... problem you've been having.”

I've come to really like these guys.  How about you?

Another scene with Carli

Susan was Carli's mentor. They'd lived in the hills of Colorado, just outside of Denver. Susan's home was a ten minute walk from Carli's cabin. Carli had only been eight when she stumbled across Susan's cabin the first time. Carli smiled as she remembered it.

Susan had been hanging her sheets on a clothesline, humming to herself, lost in the music of the forest, when Carli had spied her while walking through the trees. She had looked at this lady with alabaster skin, red hair and green eyes, and thought she was the most beautiful lady she'd ever seen. The sun was behind her, so she glowed like an angel. The lady was about her momma's age, but much prettier. She didn't have the mad look in her eyes like Momma always did, and her eyes smiled at the same time her lips did.

“My momma has a clothes dryer,” were the first words out of the ten-year-old's mouth as she walked directly up to her.

Laughing gently, with a lilt in her voice, Susan had replied, “So do I, my dear. But the day is beautiful, is it not? When the sun shines down and the breeze is gentle, sure an' I'd rather hang my clothes out on a day like this.”

Carli had considered her words, and nodded. She'd always rather play outside than inside, so she could understand that. She blurted out, “You sound funny when you talk.”

With a laugh, Susan had replied, “My parents are from Ireland, and I was raised there. It's the sound of my country that you hear.”

“I think it's pretty. I think you're pretty, too.”

“Well, and I'll be thanking you for that. What's your name, then?”

“Carli. What's yours?”

“Carli, I'm Susan Scott, and pleased to make your acquaintance, I am.”

Carli had been very serious when she stepped forward and shook hands with Miss Susan, just like her Momma taught her. From that moment, Susan's house became a second home to Carli. Susan never shooed her away like Momma did, and she was never too busy for her. In the beginning, Carli didn't care what Susan talked about, as long as she could listen to her voice.

As time went on, she realized that Susan had taught her more than she'd learned from her Momma or from school. Susan taught her to garden both flowers and food, to cook, how to use herbs purposefully, in both food and in life. She'd taught Carli how to swim, asked about her first date, and consoled her when her heart was broken. She'd taught her about the world around her, and her responsibilities in it and to it.

Shaking her head, Carli brought herself out of the past. She'd call Susan as soon as she got back home, tell her about her latest debacle. And the man she'd met. Definitely about the man she'd met.