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.
Each time we go out, the world is open and free; it offers itself so graciously to our hearts, to create something new and wholesome for it each day. — John O-Donohue, “Eternal Echoes” I hear that having a vast number of interests is not that unusual for a writer. It’s part of the attraction of…
Just in case you needed a Brew Babes fix before I launch into deep thoughts… Are you ready? Let me light the way. Ah yes, the writing has been difficult to do everyday, having the time, not to mention coming up with something to write about and finding a way to make it “poetic”. This…
“Why do you write?” a fellow blogger asked in her post. “To find treasure in a heap of garbage,” I muttered to myself. Writing reminds me of when I was a kid and my dad or uncle would fill up a trailer with broken chairs, mattresses, ceiling tile and carpeting to haul to the dump….
This is my fourth post about taking a writing class with Elizabeth Jarrett Andrew at the Madeline Island School of the Arts (MISE). Journal Entry from Thursday, August 1, 2013 August… How can this be?! One true month of summer left, if we’re lucky. In the Midwest, the length of summer is a crapshoot. Last…
I took a mental health day today. Besides, I knew snow was coming and it would have been awful trying to get to work today. Java and I went back to the park where we had gone for the skijoring clinics last weekend, and not a soul was there. Makes sense since it was still…
As part of my drawing practice, I’ve been sketching one of my dogs every morning, after I jot out my thoughts and To Do lists in my journal. I think of these sketches as my Daily Dog. But without any training or knowledge about drawing, the improvements I wanted to make to my art (dare…
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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??