I'm Really Going To Do This. Really.

Over at The Literary Lab they are hosting a contest called Notes From Underground.

I am going to enter it.

No, really. I am going to enter it. I am going to write something, and let someone see it, AND let them pass judgement on it.

AND I will not pass judgement on it before they can do that. There you have it.

So join me, won't you? Hop your phobic self (oh yeah, that's just me) on over to the lab and submit something to the contest. You have until August 15th.

Seriously, how hard can it be? *wimper*

Eating the Elephant

"How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time..."

So the writing draught started with losing my laptop, continued with massive amounts of busy life and work, and is thus ending with the reemergence of aforementioned laptop.

I'm now teaching my children how not to be overwhelmed when facing enormous tasks. Their elephant is a messy room. We have decided they will take one bite a day, and before they know it, they will have eaten the whole thing.

I have a herd of elephants... so, one might ask, how do you eat a herd of elephants?

Well, one bite at a time, of course!

My elephants:
The rest of the house that needs cleaning
The laundry of four people (my two sons do their own)
A stack of books that need reading
A novel that needs writing
A project at work that needs finishing
A project at work that needs starting
An anemic blog that needs attention

.....One bite down, a couple thousand to go.....

I will continue to schedule regular bites here until it no longer seems packaderm-esque.

In Today's News

Today's installment of inspiring news has been postponed until next Monday's installment.

I was hijacked in the nicest way possible tonight. Because of the wedding this weekend, and the Sunday packed with multiple church events raising money for my son's mission trip to Brazil, my husband and I really didn't even think about Valentine's Day per say. So my son and his girlfriend surprised us tonight with a candlelight dinner and a movie in our living room. It was so sweet!

Needless to say, I felt it was an event worth treasuring.

And nobody wants to hear about snowboarders complaining about their teammates pants being too tight.... lol

Well, just in case you do, here it is: Snowboarder Say What??

Random Blarg

(because it's coming out, one way or another)

We shot a wedding today... 13 hours on my feet! It was beautiful, we got great shots, and we made some new connections, but YIKES!! My dogs are barkin'.

I'm going to bed, and hoping when I wake, my legs won't feel like somebody ran swords up through my heels all the way to my lower back..... aarrrgghhh.

We shall see what we shall see.

Come, Let Us Write Together

I missed our installment of "Let's Go To The Map" yesterday, I apologize. We'll get back on track and have one next Thursday.

Today we are writing randomly.
Here are the rules:

I provide three random words. You write anything, incorporating those three words. Then post a link to your work (wherever you post your story) in the comments section.

The three words are: marshmallow, houseboat, valentine
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I remember when we were ten. Our families were poor, but we didn't really care. We had everything we needed, even if we couldn't have everything we wanted. It was a simpler time. At Christmas you put some rose quartz in a paper lunch sack, and it was the best present I ever got. You made me a marshmallow valentine in February, and we talked about how we would get married some day and live in a houseboat. I'm glad that only half of that came true. I don't think I could live in a houseboat. And just so you know, if you gave me rose quartz in a paper lunch sack every Christmas till death do us part, it would be the best present I ever got.

Share The Wealth

The link of the week belongs to Random Thoughts. One of my favorite daily reads, this blog is fun, informative, and chock full of inspiration. C R Ward is an incredible writer and I look forward to her installments of Space Opera, as well as her take on a different Poetry style each week. I have also used her blog structure as a model for my own organizational efforts.

A personal note to Ms. Ward: Love the new dragonfly, but I secretly miss the frog! lol

infinitesimal fiction

(it's like fiction, only smaller)

Choice

Sarah woke with a start. She shifted to look at her alarm clock. Seventeen minutes until it was due to go off. God bless it, had she finally reached the age where she started getting up earlier and earlier? The next thing you know she'd be eating dinner at four thirty and going to bed after the six o'clock news. She was only 49 for Pete's sake. Her husband was sleeping soundly beside her, his soft snore comforting. It was then Sarah realized that was the only sound she heard. The morning was eerily still. Dawn was creeping in slowly, pale light was visible between the slats of her blinds, but the atmosphere was uncommonly devoid of sound. No early birds chirping, no tires on the road carrying commuters to the office, no barking dogs. Weird, she thought. Suddenly, the alarm sounded, and she grabbed her chest with one hand while slapping at the clock with the other.

"Good night, Irene!" Sarah let out a long breath and chuckled to herself.

"What's so funny?" Abe wanted to know, looking bewildered and not quite awake.

"Nothing, hon. Just time to get up. Put the coffee on?"

"Yep, let me get it together here" Abe slipped his house shoes on and stood to retrieve his robe. Sarah loved the routine of it all. Like everything in the world was as it should be.

"Babe, they didn't throw my paper this morning." Her husband was also a creature of habit.

"Just go steal Dave's paper, he puts his straight into the recycle bin, I don't know why he even takes it in the first place."

"I'm way ahead of you, but the funny thing is, there aren't any papers on block, as far as I can tell. And another thing, I couldn't hear any cars in the neighborhood. I mean, not a sound. You know?"

"Is it a holiday and we forgot?" Sarah wondered aloud, but she knew in her heart that wasn't it.

In the following weeks they began to piece together some semblance of the truth. That same morning Sarah and Abe discovered that their neighborhood was empty. When a trip to the gas station and grocery store produced no signs of life they searched each store in the tiny shopping center, no closer to the answers they were beginning to be desperate for. It was as if everyone had stayed home. Then came the knocking on doors and windows, they left no house on their block untouched. When no one answered, they began checking for unlocked doors. They found several, and why shouldn't they? Nothing bad ever happened in this neighborhood.

At first they were uncomfortable with the invasion of privacy. Sarah even left notes of apology in the first few houses. She stopped when the overwhelming evidence of uneaten breakfasts, clothes laid out for a day of school or work, cars left in garages, told her they were really gone. And they were not coming back.

Eventually, Abe discovered there was no cell service, the television channels were all snow, and the internet was down. He wondered how long the electricity would last.

The fearfully cried together for a day or two, and then began pulling themselves together. They would drive to their daughter's colleges and hopefully learn of their fate. Surely, not everyone in the whole entire world was missing? Since there was no way to contact the girls, they would get into Abe's Dodge Ram 4X4 and travel from gas station to gas station. As near as they could tell, whatever had happened occurred just before six a.m., two weeks ago, and most gas stations were already up and running by then. The pumps were still working, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to go inside and flip the switch. Abe couldn't get his GPS to work either, so they would get a map from each place they stopped. The trip would be a grueling sixteen hundred miles, which equated to three days if they didn't stop too many times.

As they headed out of town, Sarah speculated. "What if they're gone, Abe?"

"Honey, I know this is hard but they're going to be there. They just have no way of getting hold of us."

"But what if?"

"Sweetie, I don't know," Abe shook his head. "I don't even know how to wrap my brain around being the only two people left on earth. Everything we know has changed, and our options have just become infinite."

"I'm just saying, we did a great job as parents and they turned out fabulous. I don't think I would want to press my luck, that's all."

"Good Lord, Sarah! I can't even think about what you're trying to say. You are saying that, for all intents and purposes, if we are actually the last people on earth, that the species dies with us? You wouldn't want to 'press your luck' ,so to speak, by having more children?"

"Yes, I guess that's what I'm getting at. I'm forty nine years old. You're fifty three. And besides, look what a horrible mess we humans have made of this world as it is. Maybe it could use some rest. Maybe that's why everyone is gone."

Abe sat silent, looking out at the empty highway as they traveled. He seemed content for the moment to just drive.

Finally, he nodded, a grim smile breaking the plane of his face. "Okay, then. Whatever the case may be, you and I will just enjoy whatever time we may have left. No sense in bringing in reinforcements, this earth can take better care of itself than we ever did."

"Good. If we get where we're going and there's no one to get to," Sarah felt a lump in her chest with that statement, "let's detour and see some of the vacation spots."

Then, like a light bulb had gone on, she said, "How funny. I guess, technically, this makes me pro-choice."

Word count: 996 (oooohhh, definitely Flash Fiction)