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Laundry, Donuts, & Dish Towels!

Book news. I am creeping up on 45,000 words. Just a couple hundred away. I’m about to sit down and add some more! 😘

I also need to do a load of laundry, which I’m about to toss in the wash. And it wouldn’t hurt for me to wash the dishes in the sink. It’s not a lot, but still… Who wants to do such a thing with their time? Certainly not me!

It has rained all day, and I spent the majority of my time being lazy. I might as well give the next few hours some real effort.

I intended to do blog posts Tuesdays, Thursdays, & Saturdays. But, alas, this week I did not plan well & instead did Wednesday, Friday, & today… (Sunday.) 😂 I’ll try to stay on schedule next week! 👍

What else? Hmmmm.

Oh, I’ve been rewatching Smallville in my spare time, so that’s been fun. I also managed to drag my husband to the grocery store with me today. (Rare feat that that is! 😘)

I bought mini, raspberry glazed donuts… Yum! & laundry detergent… Ya know, so I could do that laundry I mentioned. And because when you’re an adult, buying things for your house is exciting, I bought some new dish towels because I plan to replace the old ones I have. How exciting, right? (Seriously, I’m excited. This is not sarcasm! 😂 I have new dish towels & I like it!)

Anyway, I think I’ll flip the switch on the wax warmer, get the laundry going, and get some writing done now.

See ya! Heather! ❤️

It’s My Birthday… And I Bought Myself A Milkshake!

I turned 29 years old today. Can y’all believe that? I feel so old. I’m almost 30! Whaaaat?

Wanna know what I did? Woke up and went shopping. As if I don’t shop enough already, I used my birthday as an excuse to do more shopping.

I bought a pair of jeans at T.J. Maxx. Really, I love that store. I could live in it. I’d be quite content there.

I’m kind of funny about my jeans. So it was a stroke of luck, or rather, a blessing from above, take it how you will, that I found them. I don’t really care for extra stretchy denim. I know most people love it. But I am just not one of those people. I prefer that tougher denim, the kind that was more popular back in the 90s, and has a little less stretch in it, a little less give until you wear them for a few hours. I don’t really know how to describe it. (Some author I am, right?) Maybe y’all know what I’m talking about, maybe y’all don’t, I don’t know.

Anyway, when I come across that kind of denim, in a pair of jeans that fit me just right, I snatch em up. More than one pair if I can. I found a pair about a month ago and I absolutely love them. But they only had the one pair. It’s a brand I wear a lot of, and the jeans are actually from like two seasons ago. 2018, I believe. So they aren’t just hanging out on the shelves everywhere. I’ve been popping into the store about once a week hoping to find more, but it’s been nothing but stretchy denim. A lot of new arrivals and stuff, but stretchy.

I was looking around today, and on a whim, because I rarely check out the clearance section. I probably should, that’s the smart thing to do, but I just never do. It’s no where near my section of clothing, so I just never think about it. Anyway, low and behold, but what did I find… one pair of the same exact jeans I bought a month ago. For… half the price!

Can you say Happy Birthday to me? I sho did!

That’s all I bought though. I looked at purses and kitchen stuff, but in the end I left with only the jeans.

I did go by the Cookout and get a chocolate syrup milkshake, which I’ve never had. It tasted like my childhood, by the way. Fitting, given it’s my birthday and all. It’s like when I was a kid and I’d ask my mom for a glass of chocolate milk with the Hershey’s syrup? It tasted just like that, in milkshake form. Delicious!

Also, a little tidbit completely irrelevant to the rest of this post, I worked yesterday, and we have gone from 30,000 words to 35,000 on novel number three! (For anyone curious, that’s a total of about 140 actual book pages.) Woo-hoo! Progress! (Don’t remind me that I’ve still got 50,000 words to go, just don’t remind me.)

Will see y’all later!

Heather!

It’s The End Of The World… Sort Of.

Sometimes I have these wild, vivid dreams. They’re totally out in left field, with a movie-like quality. They’re also wildly entertaining.

Here’s one from the other night…

It was the end of the world. Or something like that. Some catastrophic event that killed millions of people and sent the rest of us fleeing for our lives. The sky looked like it was burning. A pink haze hung in the air. No idea what had happened. But I ended up with a group of people, several of which in that party I didn’t trust. And I had good reason, apparently. Because the middle-aged, balding, short, stout man in charge was sneaking off to the Krystal’s down the street somewhere, stealing all the little burgers for himself, refusing to share any with the rest of us! He was also wearing his Krystal’s work shirt. He was manager or something like that. He was hiding them in a fridge in an old barn. Him and some accomplice. Anyway, we made him share. It was that or he was on his own. He chose sharing, of course.

Then we set off on foot through a jungle. Now why there was a Krystal’s near a jungle… I do not know! Dream Heather can’t explain any of that. Anyway, fast forward, we’re in a tree house of some sort, staring out at the the weird, pink, scary sky, and somehow, no idea how, I had a daughter. A little blonde-haired girl who wouldn’t let go of me. Now I didn’t have a daughter when the Krystal fiasco went down, so I don’t know how that came to be. Maybe I had her stashed away somewhere. I don’t know. But she was there and she was mine.

Then this gorgeous, dark haired, muscled, greek-like God of a man, with no shirt on, came up in the tree house… And looked right at me. Uh-oh.

With panther-like precision he made his way over to us. Me and my daughter. His name was Gabriel and he turned out to be her father!! 😯 (Dream Heather and reality Heather collided here, cause I thought, don’t I have a husband somewhere, and looked out over the railing of the treehouse. I decided he must not exist here and turned back to my handsome dream man. — Don’t judge me. He was dream Heather’s baby daddy after all! 😂)

Then we all argued, the whole party, about which way to go, before deciding to split up. We decended the stairs of the tree house and went out into the pink, foggy forest…..

And then I woke up!

I don’t know where these things come from. 😂 But they are entertaining to say the least.

Heather! ❤️

A Distant Memory & A Cup Of Cocoa…

I’m drinking a hot cocoa for the first time in years. It tastes like my childhood! Seriously, it does.

So I’mma tell y’all about one of my favorite childhood memories. Now fair warning, I have no idea why it’s one of my favorites nor do I know why I remember it so vividly.

Here we go….

One cold, early morning when I was roughly around six, seven, maybe eight years old, my Mom made my dad a cup of steaming hot coffee and asked me to take it outside to him.

I remember it was pretty outside. The frost on the ground was beginning to thaw, but it still had that white, crystalline look to it. It was cold outside. I was bundled in a jacket. It was a thick one. Not a flimsy, it’s a little cool out, but a true, keep-a-kid warm kind of jacket. The sun was bright, the sky was blue and clear. I could hear birds.

I started across the front yard, carefully holding the cup of coffee, and thought, this coffee smells good. Now, I don’t know how much I knew about coffee before that, or how much attention I’d paid to the smell, but I took notice that morning.

Once I was about halfway across the yard I ever so conspicuously stuck a finger in the cup and then, after pulling it back out, popped it into my mouth to taste the coffee.

I didn’t like the taste and decided then that coffee was just one of those things that smelled good, but tasted awful. Ya know, like gasoline! 😂 (I’ve never tasted gas, but I’m sure it would taste awful!)

Anyway, I took the cup to my dad then went back inside. I have no idea why I remember that so well, other than maybe, even in my little person brain, I knew my dad would have been like, you did whaaat to my coffee?! (Not in a mean way. I have a really great, loving dad. Just in a regular parent, my kid just ruined my coffee kind of way. 😂)

And for some reason, that’s one of my favorite memories. I have no idea why. Still to this day though, I love the smell of coffee but hate the way it tastes. Hence, the cocoa. That I can do.

Isn’t it amazing what something as simple as a cup of cocoa can bring to mind? A distant memory about a cup of coffee on a cold, winter morning, a vivid recounting of that very tale.

Cool, huh?

Also… To my Dad, if you’re reading this… Sorry?… 😂😉

Heather. ❤️

Care For A Beer?

The wind whistled around the old, rickety house. Boards creaked underneath his feet, and a draft stole through the room, sending shivers up his spine. Turning his head, he glanced out the window, where he saw nothing but darkness. Night had descended hours ago, and shadows danced along the walls, one lone lit candle giving light to the room.

Rain beat down on the old tin roof, rusted with age. The house had been in his family for years, built by his grandfather decades ago. He hated to think what would happen, should it be lost to him this night.

A door opened, then closed. He turned, facing the direction the sound had come from. He should be alone. No one else should be in the house. He’d made certain of it. Danger was too close, lurking only miles offshore.

The eerie sound of screaming wind whipped around the house again. He ignored it, his eyes on the entrance to the room. Perhaps his mind had been playing tricks on him, and no door had opened at all.

As much as he wished it to be true, that was not the case, for only moments later, his brother materialized in the doorway. I’ll kill him, he thought, before realizing they might both be dead before the end of the night.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. Angry as he was, the words came out sharp and rough.

“What’s it look like I’m doing?” His brother took several steps forward, before leaning lazily against the wall.

“It looks like you’re trying to get yourself killed.”

“Looks like we’re in the same boat then.”

“Yeah, and it’s sinking,” he bit out, his anger rising. His brother was too casual, too unaffected by the danger closing in on them.

“You should have known I wouldn’t go.” They stared each other down. “You need me.”

“I can handle this myself.”

“There’s 800 head of cattle out there. Are you crazy?”

“Mom–“

“Mom knows where I’m at,” his brother argued.

“You’re determined to do this then?” he asked, the fight going out in him. “Despite the risks?” It was too late to turn back anyway.

“We’re brothers. You’re here, I’m here.”

“You do realize there’s a category four hurricane barreling right for us?”

His brother’s smile was grim. “All too well.”

He nodded. “Alright then. Care for a beer?”

— I found a writing prompt that said write a scene that ends with this sentence: (And then it listed a sentence and I decided I didn’t like that sentence and picked something super random on my own. — Care for a beer? — So, this is what we got! I wrote this in less than 30 minutes, so if it’s the worst thing you’ve ever read…. cut me a little slack. 😉 —

Heather.

Work, Run, Parakeet?!

I behaved myself like a responsible adult today, and worked. Also, like a responsible adult, 30 minute run, made dinner instead of asking my husband to grab take-out.

I mean y’all… I’m a fully functioning adult! 😀 Procrastinate? What’s that word mean? *shrugs* I don’t know. (Just kiddin…. I know it well.)

I’ve been editing all day. Which I despise. DESPISE!! HATE IT! ABSOLUTELY DON’T LIKE TO DO IT! (I put that in all-caps, not to yell at you, but so that you understood the severity of my dislike for editing.)

I like to tell y’all about my day, what’s going on and stuff, but that’s literally it. Edit. Run. Eat. Oh!! YouTube. I take these little teeny, tiny breaks every hour or so, so I don’t lose my mind, and I watch snippets of YouTube videos sometimes, which I also did.

That is it. I apologize for being boring. I have no thrills for you guys today. Of course, some of you are probably thinking….. Uhhh, girl is always boring. — That’s fair. *nods* I understand.

I’m exciting though. I have stories. I was bitten by a parakeet when I was a kid. Mean little bird. He was this little bright green and yellow feathered bird, and I was feeding him for my grandma, because she had several birds, and that little nugget bit me! Drew blood and everything! I had to get a bandage. And unlike Spider-Man, I did not receive any fancy super powers. I do not have feathers, and I cannot fly.

So there’s an entertaining story time for you. My life is thrilling, and this is riveting content. (It’s not, I apologize. *shakes head*)

Love To All,
Heather! 😀

Fall, Noodles, & Free Entertainment…

I’m about to turn on a lamp, dive under my covers, and open up a book.

But before I do, I thought I’d pop in and say hi, so hi! 😀

I didn’t know what I’d say when I got here, just thought a blog post was long overdue. So here’s to making it up as I go…..

  1. My dog is absolutely adorable. I mean, she surpasses adorable, and is downright the cutest, cuddliest, fur buddy ever. She’s also snuggled up nearby, and I’d like to reiterate… cutest ever! (I’m biased, I know. Sue me! — Please don’t. No one wants to be sued. 😀 )
  2. I want a donut… but I ate them all.
  3. My neighbors were jamming out to some Latin music earlier & I feel compelled to tell you that I was in my backyard dancing like there was no tomorrow. As was my husband. — Free entertainment you guys, free entertainment!
  4. I have a pile of laundry I need to do. ——— Said laundry currently resides in a basket… where it will stay for the night. & quite possibly the next night. & the night after that…. Maybe even the night after that… *shrugs* (I can never be too sure about these things.)
  5. My husband is on xbox live & just caught my attention to tell me that someone’s username/gamer name/I don’t know what the names are called, is “Did you poop today?” —- First, why is this their name? Second, why interrupt me for that? — Husbands.
  6. It’s almost fall, y’all! I can’t wait for the first legit cold front to move through, cause y’all know South GA takes forever to cool off… and grab a hoodie, hop in the truck, roll the windows down, and hit the back roads! It’s my favorite!
  7. I just sloshed water out of my glass & onto myself AND a blanket. — Oops.
  8. In an effort to be transparent, I’d also like to tell you that I’ve run out of random things to say, and I’m now racking my brain. For something. Anything.
  9. I thought I had lazagna noodles in my pantry today, but turned out I only had spaghetti noodles. (Yes, this is the grand idea I thought of to share with you. So sorry.)
  10. & last, but not least, I’m about to re-read Cold-Hearted Rake, by Lisa Kleypas.

There’s 10 random tidbits for your entertainment! Surely not as interesting as my dancing earlier, but it’s something. 😉

Love to all!
Heather. 😀

A Lost Coke… & Memories Abound…

Curious about what I’m up to right now?

Probably not.

That’s okay.

I’m still going to tell you all about it! 😀

Singing. Writing. Drinking. — Water. It’s water, y’all.

I had a Coke, which is rare for me as it is, because I don’t drink them very often. When I do they usually come from a restaurant & are filled slap full of ice. It’s probably more ice than Coke, really, but that’s the only way I like it.

Anyway. I picked up dinner on the way home, and my lovely husband, thinking it was his drink he was finished with… dumped it down the drain. *sighs* That’s what I get for drinking something so bad for me, eh? Can’t even enjoy it!

Oh well.

As far as the singing. Love songs. Cheatin’ songs. Throwbacks I’ve been belting out for years. — I do that while I write. Music really helps with inspiration anyway. — But it also brings back memories that make me smile. For instance…

I’m listening to Sunny Sweeney’s, From a Table Away. Way, way back… years ago… after I’d just met my husband, long before he was my husband, I posted these song lyrics on Facebook…

“And I heard you tell her you still love her, so it doesn’t matter what you say, I saw it all, from a table away.”

Now for context, my husband didn’t like country music back then. He wouldn’t listen to it. He was all rock all the way. Now, though… he’s got programmed country stations all up in the car. So this was well before that.

And this was back when everything was so new, fresh, exciting, and fun. Ya know, when you’re falling in love & everything is cute.

He commented on those lyrics, saying something or other about how that was exactly why country music was trouble. 😀

I just remember grinning, thinking he was too adorable. — That’s been, goodness, nearly 9 years ago now. Holy cow. That was back in 2010. Late summer, 2010. Wow. Can’t even believe I’ve know him that long. — Time flies, y’all. — Also, just to clarify, I still think he’s adorable… just, ya know, not every single thing he says is adorable anymore. — hahahahahahaa! 😀

See!! Music… memories. They go hand in hand sometimes. Helps fuel emotion & creativity. Things that are imperative for any writer. Any person, really. 😀

As for the writing. I’m supposed to be working on novel #2… but here I am. Not doing that. Procrastinating like a boss! Is there an award for that? Can I get one? 😉

Okay, before y’all start handing out awards I’ve definitely earned & would, likely, hang on my wall with pride, I’m going to get out of here & get to work.

Much Love,
Heather!

 

 

 

The Search History Of A Writer…

Ya know what you learn writing a book?

Things you think you knew… you did not actually know as well as you thought. — And sometimes it’ll make you feel like you are especially dumb. 😉

You will spend a ridiculous amount of time researching and googling things you thought you knew enough about. — Turns out there’s a lot you don’t actually know about simple things you thought you knew and sometimes what you know slips your mind altogether.

When you are trying to be descriptive and accurate…. there’s a lot you don’t realize you need extra help with.

I have examples!

Tonight alone I’ve googled… Japanese Maples, types of sweaters, plaid scarfs, kitchen decor, various shades of green, the definition of the word rich, how to describe the color yellow, words for describing a kitchen, the name of the silver refrigerators, (It’s stainless steel by the way, I own one! ) what outdoor furniture looks like, synonyms for… bright, dark, muttered, perfect, colorful, exasperated, capture, proud of, and emotion.

Y’all that’s just tonight. & I assure you it’s not just a one night thing. It’s an every day thing.

Anybody ever stumbles across my search history and they’re gonna think I’m an idiot. Like… next level dumb.

That’s okay though… as long as I nail descriptive and accurate. 👌😀

 

 

 

 

When Showers & Construction Paper Collide…

As all my fellow writers probably know… sometimes inspiration strikes at a moments notice and you get something really good & you’ve got to write it down immediately. — Sometimes that happens at just the right moment… and other times…. at just the wrong moment. — This is a story of just the wrong moment.

I was going over scenes & dialogue in my head. So basically I was talking to myself… as if I was imaginary people, cause that’s not weird at all..  the whole back & forth… when I got a really good exchange. — I was like, ohhhhh! That’s good. That’s so good. I’ve got to write that down.

Except I was in the shower.

My laptop was in the living room. There were other people in my house. So I couldn’t very well throw on a towel dripping wet all over the place & run go get it. — I was like I’m going to just finish my shower & then do it. — But y’all…. I was antsy. I was like that exchange was so good and if I forget I’m going to be so mad. — So I moved on to plan B.

Find a notebook.

Now you would think… as a writer… I’d have one stashed in my bedroom somewhere. But no. I couldn’t find one. — I got out, wrapped up in a towel, dripping water all over the place while I engaged in a frenzied search for a notepad of any sort. Any would do. But, alas, nothing.

I found one piece of yellow construction paper & and an orange colored pencil. (Don’t ask, I don’t know. 😀 )

Anyhow. So there I was. Soak & wet, dripping water onto the bathroom counter and floor, after having dripped it all over the bedroom, and writing out dialogue with a pencil on a piece of construction paper.

To top it all off… the orange colored pencil was dull and wasn’t really showing up well on the yellow paper, so I had to re-write over several worlds multiple times. — It took a bit.

I did eventually manage to get it down and hopped right back in the shower to finish up.

But it wasn’t without an adventure first. — You can be sure from now on I’ll have a laptop, a notebook, or something within reach while I’m showering.  — I learned my lesson. 😀