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I am writing a sequel to my novel, Stashes. I miss my characters: Jackie and Steve Breeden, pictured sumptuously on the cover by the illustrator, Cliff Cramp (yup, he of the Star Wars dvd covers’ fame).
I miss their life misadventures – and there was an open loop in the narrative that begged for the sequel. There was a character who wanted a turn: a long lost Californian named Carl.
The sequel novel title is Hashes and Bashes. It’s fiction, but real life. You get the drift; you are living life on this planet, too. Among Human Beings who hash and bash habitually someone is going to get hit.
I’m Not Twelve
I’m fifty years past my tweens, those years of perpetually-plerplexed living. I am an adult. I seldom squabble or complain, behaving hyper-responsibly to problem-solve my own good end. I may have retired from working, but I didn’t retire from thinking.
I’ve amassed a collection of WTF/duh, stupendously stupid replies when I shared a concern conversationally in the past few weeks. Let them alternately amuse, enrage, or amaze you, as they did me:
Living Life as A Miracle: Appliance
The phone rang at 4:56 on a Friday afternoon, as we readied to dine out with friends. When my husband answered, the disembodied voice said, “I’ll be there in about an hour.”
My husband replied, “No, you won’t because we won’t be here,” smirking as he replaced the phone in the charger and then turned toward the closet to choose from among his Hawaii shirts. We were ready to cut loose.
Efficient vs. Effective
Efficient: well organized and able to function without waste
Effective: ready for action; producing result, favorable impression; actual
Adult
Adult; a dolt; a lot; adultery; daunted; dated; elated; unadulterated; undulate; dull; lull; loll A doll; LOL--just a little word play to take the edge off of my full plate. Congratulate! ...
Seasons 57
I was seated in the prime spot, 180 degrees opposite the double glass door, which afforded great light from a final summer day. I had just ordered a flight of Remarkable Reds, paying a premium for the privilege to sample three wine splashes along with a flatbread pizza that would spread across the bar top. It was a deal of remarkable proportions, something that I needed and deserved.
Busy Vees
My husband and I enjoy meeting people. I’ve often been called a social butterfly, and he’s one, too. In proper male terms, of course. Honest interest in others is infectious; it gains us many acquaintances and friends.
In any conversation’s opening dance , the questions are tentative, formulaic. Like back in the early days of college when it was “what’s your name/major/minor/home town.” Nowadays, people inevitably ask, “What do you do?”
New Car
Remember when the annual fall arrival of newly-designed automobiles arrived at one’s local dealer?
It was a rite, a ceremony, an extravaganza! A party that my family got dressed up for, often receiving baby orchids pinned to our lapels. As if it were Prom or Easter.
Walk like a Norwegian
Can you overlay the title paraphrase on the Bangles’ hit song? The mesmerizing melody could haunt…
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