Oh Fiddle Sticks
It was one of those days where I just started out feeling weighed down. The kind of day when I know I just need to keep moving.
It was one of those days where I just started out feeling weighed down. The kind of day when I know I just need to keep moving.
It’s the middle of January and I haven’t yet written about my intentions for 2012. They are not resolutions. Gasp! None of that malarkey for me! It’s simply that I want to put myself out there more — not in some obscene, exhibitionist way, I’ll spare you that horror. And not in some reveal all,…
“Oh, my gosh. Where do I start? Nope. Can’t admit to that feeling… Nope, can’t talk about that… Suffice to say that Wall Street is kicking my A$$ and I’m panicking. Telling myself don’t panic. Picturing myself tottering on a cane to my cubicle at work because I’ll never be able to retire. Telling myself…
“Mostly we nurture our own blessings or spoil them, build firmly or undermine our walls. Who are termites but our obsessions gnawing.” — Marge Piercy, Nailing Up the Mezuzah By the time you read this, I’ll have been at a writer’s workshop on Madeline Island for two days, with three more to go. I wonder…
Sorry, no audio recording for this post. It’s NaNoWriMo (read more about that under My Writing Life) and I must write! I had intended to head towards an idyllic destination. I think I caught a glimpse of it behind the trees. But when I reached the clearing, nothing around me looked like what I’d imagined…
I read something the other day that said one of the most important things to do with a creative endeavor is to be authentic. Quit trying to please people by striving to figure out what they like or want or need. Stop trying to be popular! Quit reading self help books on how to be…
Just wanted to say thanks for the ideas on my story. You brought up some things I hadn’t thought of. If Lucy doesn’t totally space out and panic, she could lock her husband in his trunk or shoot out his tires or something. But this isn’t the point yet where she’s that strong. She’s still…
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This story has really got legs girl, keep pecking away at it until some new turn presents itself.
Hmmm, perhaps Lucy could temporarily disable her husband somehow, enough to slow him down? Kick him in the crotch? Maybe during the struggle for the gun, he loses his balance and hits his head, and it takes him an extra few seconds to get up? Maybe Lucy fires a warning shot to keep him back, and it hits his car so that he can’t follow?
I hope we get to read the whole story someday!
OK…how about this. Using the gun, she forces her husband into the basement (or another place) and locks the door before she takes off. Too bad she doesn’t have some handcuffs to hook him to something. As soon as she gets in the car she should call the police and say she is being followed by a car so they can catch him.
This would be such fun.
Is it too Hollywood to have the dog regain its strength and do some damage to bad man to slow him down?
I’m with the Dog Geek. I think that Lucy needs to disable her husband somehow. Disable his vehicle, break his glasses (make him almost blind without them), or something.
And, please let the dog survive, even if he doesn’t regain his strength and stop the bad man right then. He/she needs to survive for the sake of my soul!
Java looks totally wore out, poor baby. Hope ya fared better. Love the necklace, it makes me giggle.
Have a great day…you and Java get some rest!!!
Thanks for visiting me Maery! I think she could get the gun by a knee to the nads/kick in the side of the head move, then he’d be down and she could take his keys and fling them into the woods or take them with her or something. If she really gets him down for a brief count, she could grab the dog too– who will survive right? RIGHT??