Personal Update

Holy cow, it’s been over two weeks since I last posted, and I have not been very consistent to my daily schedule, have I? Alas, perfection is unattainable to us humans. A concept many try too desperately hard to reach. I, on the other hand? It seems, anymore, I find every excuse not to be perfect.

Dealing with life’s problems makes the greatest alibi.

However, there’s more than just the daily adult struggles that I’ve allowed to hold me back. I have fantastic news!

As you may or may not know, I am in the process of finishing the final revision for my first novel (I hope) to be published. In my mind, I still had to hurtle over a major obstacle known as editing. I’ve heard many authors dread this phase.

I assumed I was required to have someone else edit my manuscript for me before I could pitch it to potential publishers. While the last couple of months have left me lacking in the novel writing department, I’ve been researching the crap out of everything. And what did I find?

Publishers actually prefer if you don’t have your manuscript edited! They want the raw material. This is huge! I have gained so much time and effort I originally planned on sending. This means I’m so much closer to my dreams than I anticipated. Theoretically, I could have my manuscript sent by the end of the year! I’ve been renewed with vigor and motivation. Steadfastly scribbling away the past few weeks.

Honestly, all that remains to do is the end of the revision stage and a final test read.

Now, some of you are probably shaking your heads and mumbling under you breath because this was something you already knew. Here’s a fact: I’m always late to the party. There are long lines in my family that prove this. It’s ridiculous. But hey, you can count on us to arrive late. We’re dependable.

But that’s pretty much a summary of where I’m at right now. Still dealing with crazy life stuff that never seems to give my husband and I a break and burying my head in my novel. I do have works I intend to upload on here. I haven’t forgotten about my blog. Haven’t forgotten about my readers. I can’t promise posts every single day, but know I’m plugging away at what my heart desires most.

And, as always: remember to keep your imagination. For you never know the crazy places it will take you.

 

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Working Struggles

I’m tired of walking on broken glass
Slicing my feet along the cracks
Blood oozing to fill the gaps

I’m tired of drowning in the shallows
Simply hang me from the gallows
Allow me to be devoured by shadows

I’m tired of being fed senseless lies
Handed false information to cross the divide
All the fallacies wringing me dry

I’ll never be too exhausted to stand
Not even against events unplanned
Not against those slapping my hand

I’ll never cease to be a fire
My flames always reaching higher
Until only the stars shine brighter

I’ll never relinquish my standards
Nor will I become my own bystander
Nor will I let the truth be hampered

Wrangling Ideas

My daily driver is a 2006 Jeep Wrangler Golden Eagle. For those who don’t know, the Golden Eagle package was produced only for half the 2006 year. It’s also a dark metallic green with eagle logos and gold accents. But my Jeep isn’t the only reason I’m writing this post for this Freebie Friday because I drive nine miles to get to my morning job. Even though I’m a part timer, I have a set schedule, so I leave my house around the same time every morning.

That being said, I also take the same path to work. No matter if I leave a few minutes early or even a few minutes late, I almost always past an early 2000s Wrangler that’s red, has some diamond plating accents, and silver rims versus my gold ones. But that’s not where the irony ends.

The man who drives the red Jeep is bald with a big, thick beard. I, on the other hand, am bald on my chin and have thick, semi-long hair I keep in a ponytail. Even still, there’s more to my amusement about this situation. I drive nine miles to work at a Home Depot, when there’s one literally down the street from my house. The man drives nine miles to work at Lowe’s, when there’s one closer to the apartment complex I’ve seen him pull out of many times.

Perhaps, I’m just easily entertained (well, let’s face it, I am easily entertained. I flipped out today at work after finding a super miniature padlock I didn’t know existed as product), but this tickles me every single morning I drive and pass the bearded man who drives the red Jeep.

I keep wanting to make some kind of short story out of this. However, I haven’t come up with anything good. I’ve been thinking some type of alternate reality circumstance for the plot? We’ll see if anything comes to fruition. Hmm, I’m not sure. But I’m hoping now that I’ve written this out, I’ll be able to think of something worthwhile.

Hello, Again!

Good afternoon, readers! I hope this post finds you in good health. If not, then I hope you’ll be able to find something positive to brighten your day. I understand it’s been awhile since I last posted. However, I do have some good news.

I am finally starting to get my life back on track. Can you ever get a life back on track? Well, we’ll see where this train goes. Even if it’s to the crazy station. Eh, who am I kidding? I’m already there.

Two weeks ago, the husband and I went on a much-needed vacation. We went on some adventures, observed some never-before-seen artifacts, and just spent a lot of time sleeping in for once. It was nice. Of course, last week was living everyday in Hell at both of our jobs. Which is typically how it goes coming back from vacation. But it is what it is.

This week, we’re starting off better. I know I haven’t been much for poetry and short stories lately. Any creativity I’ve acquired has been shoved directly into finishing the final revision for my novel, which I’m plugging along with.

I’m not going to promise my blog routine will return this week. However, I will say I’m going to try my best to get back into the swing of things with my blogging schedule. I’m still thanking you for your continued patience!

Ladies Night

Photography Tuesday is honestly a picture I took of myself a couple weeks ago. I don’t normally take “selfies,” but when I snapped this, I was feeling rather proud. That week saw me working on both my novel and blog every day. It was productive, energizing, and made me extremely happy. Fast forward another seven days. This past week saw absolutely no creative productivity. Hence a week since I’ve posted on here. Work has been crazy as our store already prepares for spring. I won’t say much more, but it’s been both physically and emotionally exhausting. The stress had taken pretty much every creative juice out of me and hid it away somewhere. However, some things changed today, so hopefully, I can get back on track. And I chose this picture to remind myself of the joy of two weeks ago. 

Unconditional Love

I love you while you’re
Sitting in the back aisle
Feigning perfect smiles

I love you while you’re
Meeting your stranded wit’s end
Working hard to pretend

I love you while you’re
Rejecting everyone’s help
Providing their hearts melt

I love you while you’re
Sitting in the lonely dark
Breaking your fragile heart

I love you while you’re
Lying in a broken bed
Chasing screams in your head

I love you while you’re
Driving down neglected roads
Fighting suicide mode

I love you while you’re
Taking your imperfect life
Destroying all the strife

I love you while you’re
Even in your dying breath
Leaving me with nothing left

One Foggy Morning

It was a summer morning like any other; except the metropolitan area was covered in fog. But that was to be expected. It had rained the night before, and the temperature dropped nearly ten degrees. Nobody’s routines were deterred because of the natural phenomenon.

Alex woke up at five that morning. Just like every weekday morning. Went through her ritual of ┬ábeing ready in ten minutes. It took twenty minutes for her to get to work, and she planned her morning so she could get as much sleep as possible. Traffic never bothered her. There weren’t many who traveled along the same road that early.

She pulled her double-knotted laces tight, grabbed her water bottle and morning snack, plucked her keys off the table, and pecked her husband on the cheek. Trotted down the stairs of her split level and into the garage. She was running two minutes late in a schedule accounting for every minute.

The Wrangler roared to life, the straight six engine awoken from slumber. Alex maneuvered out of her subdivision with ease. Despite the fog. Thanking Jeeps for fog lamps.

On the main stretch of road that took her straight to her job, she had to pay more attention. There were dips in the landscape where the fog gathered thickly. She looked up at the sky. No sun could be seen. Sure, it was early, but the sun should’ve been peeking over the horizon line by now. The fog and clouded over sky blended into one.

Alex shrugged it off and continued. Further ahead, the sky did decide to clear, revealing multiple cloud patterns against a pastel sky. She loved nature. Admiring the skyscape until a particular vapor trail snagged her attention. It went straight up into the atmosphere until she couldn’t see it anymore.

Again, she shrugged it off. Just her perception messing with her from the airport about forty miles east. The sky disappeared again. Her thumbs tapped the steering wheel as a random tune played in her mind. Vision going out of focus momentarily.

Red lights appeared in front of her, and she hit the brakes, slowing at a stoplight. She blinked and looked around. The fog had engulfed everything. She could barely make out the rival gas stations occupying opposite corners. Barely made out the stoplight itself. When the light turned green, she continued at the speed limit. Versus the ten miles an hour over she normally did.

After two minutes of silence, the ground lurched beneath her, and a loud bang followed. Causing her to mount the curb in a mad dash for safety. White fingers gripped the steering wheel. Her wide eyes checked the rear view mirrors. The road was still there.

A distant roar thundered toward her. She ducked and covered her head as a shock wave exploded the glass from her Jeep. Ears ringing, she slowly sat back up. Shards falling from her. She swallowed. Eyes examining the area. What on Earth?

She searched the Wrangler. Eased it back on the road. The fog had been replaced with equally dense smoke. Crawling at a snail’s pace, she moved further down the road. A few cars were deserted. Abandoned in precarious places. Some people stood in groups while others sat on the side of the road in despair.

A fire truck flew by her. Then another. Cop cars, ambulances. All from separate jurisdictions. Alex remained pulled over on the shoulder now. Studying the horizon. It glowed. Faintly. But enough.

Her wonder was startled by a man throwing himself against the front of her Jeep. His clothes were tattered, burned, dusty. His eyes almost popped out from his skull. He waved an arm. “Get out of here! Go! Don’t you know what this is? It’s the end times! A missile has struck! Leave or die!” He disappeared back into the curtain of smoke.

Alex watched him run off. A missile? She sat in disbelief for a few moments. Threw the shifter in drive and forced the Wrangler around. Flying down the forty miles per hour road at eighty. Work was out of the question. Her jaw set. She needed to get back to her husband.

It hadn’t even been twenty minutes, and everything changed. She glanced at the rear view mirror again. Who knew what would be revealed when the smoke and fog cleared.