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Friday Fictioneers ~~ Nov 30

Here’s to another Friday Fictioneers post! I just love Fridays! Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting and for today’s picture! Congrats on your 41st  wedding Anniversary!

This event happens every Friday, we are given a picture as a prompt. We are to write a 100 word story using that picture prompt. (there are no penalties for going over) We leave a link at our hostess’s blog for all others to click so that they can read, leave comments and enjoy!

It always amazes me how many different stories come out of the same photo. Please come and join us! It’s great fun and great practice to your writing. Also, it doesn’t have to be a story, you can do poetry or whatever you want. Just keep as close to 100 words as possible.

Here is this Fridays picture:




He waited patiently for her. He just bought the perfect Christmas present! She was going to love it! He had thought  for days what to get. Every year he tried to get the perfect gift because she was the perfect woman for him!

Hope he got it right this time. Not that she ever complained. He was the one who always said he didn’t get it right. She would just smile that perfect smile and pat his hand.

There she was! Perfectly dressed and always on time. He was so glad when they moved to Stepford last year! It was the perfect place for them.

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NaNoWriMo Winner! Whew I Did It!

It was hard going, but I managed to get my 50,000 words in today! I am now an official NaNoWriMo winner! Yeah me! Now maybe things will get back to my normal. I can only hope.

I haven’t finished my novel of course. A novel is usually more then 50,000 words. I am actually between half and two-thirds done writing it. Also there will be a whole lot of editing to do! But I’m going to take it easy for a little while and concentrate on my blogs that I have neglected this past month!



I thought I might include in today’s post a another little snippet of my book. Hope you enjoy! Please remember it’s in very rough first draft!




Phillis ran towards Pal’s barking. She heard Malcolm a few steps behind her. The thought briefly went through her mind the for an old man Malcolm was pretty quick. She heard a man yelling and Pal barking and wondered what she would find.
It was dark, but there was enough light from the few garden lights to see Pal had a strange man cornered up a tree. Phillis slowed to a walk when she got close. She didn’t think the man was armed or he would have taken a shot at Pal.
“Pal! Come!” Phillis yelled. A few seconds later a panting and proud Pal came trotting up to her. She patted his head and looked up the tree. What she saw almost made her laugh out loud. There was a strangely dressed man sitting on a limb and hanging on the truck of a large Oak tree with both arms.
To Phillis he almost looked like a leprechaun. Except he wasn’t dressed in green. But he had on a brown coat with wide lapels, with a white shirt peeping out the top around his throat. His pants looked like tweed and were the same brown as his coat. On top of his head he had on a small bowler hat the was sitting crooked at the moment. He had a worn leather satchel hooked over one shoulder and laying against his side.
The man’s black booted feet were hanging in mid air just out of reach. He peered down at Phillis and Pal with wide brown eyes. He had a wrinkled face like the bark of the oak tree that he was hugging. Phillis smiled and thought he looked like a small wizened brown leprechaun.
Malcolm came up to Phillis and looked up the tree also. In his hand he carried a serious looking gun. Phillis frowned at him, “Put that thing away Malcolm.”
“We don’t know if he’s friendly or not. Not after the other night, we shouldn’t take any chances” Malcolm said firmly. But he deposited the gun in his pocket.
Phillis raised one eyebrow and looked at the little man up the tree, “Do you really think he’s a threat?”
“Anyone can carry a gun my dear” Malcolm stated while looking up the tree. He had to admit though, the small man certainly didn’t look dangerous. But then, Malcolm knew that looks can be deceiving.
“Gun? Gun? Now why would ya be thinkin I be carryin’ a gun?” Cried the little man. “I hate the damn things! Why one could hurt themselves with the nasty things! Now would ya be so kind as to be lettin me down?”
Phillis smiled again. He talked just like he looked, except for one thing. His voice was deep. Really deep. Like when you find a old fashion well and call into it deep. She shook her head. This had been a really strange day, why should the night not be stranger.
“You can climb down. Pal won’t eat you, he’s all ready had his supper” Phillis called up to the little man. Pal barked and ran to the tree.
“Ya I can see the beastie looks well fed. But I’m not wantin him to have old Rags as a dessert!” the little man cried.
“Come here Pal!” Phillis called her furry friend over to her again. She was smiling. She couldn’t help it. Who would believe she found a brown leprechaun in her garden? Pal ran over to Phillis again and barked. He almost looked like he wanted to play with his newly treed friend. Phillis smothered a laugh and looked upwards once more.
“Come on down!” Malcolm yelled up. He was curious why this oddly dressed man was here. He wasn’t sure he trusted the little man. He looked too old to be up a tree anyway.
“Yes, yes. I’ll be a comin down now. You just keep that beastie with ya till I can get me feet on solid ground again” the little man called as he started his ascension down to the ground.
Phillis held Pal by his collar till the man could get down. She didn’t think Pal would hurt him, but she wasn’t going to take any chances. For a little old man he sure could move Phillis thought to herself as the man jumped the last few feet and tugged his hat back firmly on his head.
The man must have been a few inches under five feet. He cautiously walked up to Phillis. “You keep a hold of the beastie will ya please” he said. Then he stuck out his hand to Phillis, “I be Mánus Ó Raghallaigh. I was an old, old friend of your Great Grandmothers. You must be Phillis Dragomir, you be a spittin image of dear Edith.”
Phillis put her hand in his small one. He had a firm handshake. He held her hand as he said “I be so sorry for your loss. Edith was a fine woman. None better. I wanted to be here for her funeral, but, ahem, got delayed a wee bit.”
Phillis looked down into the man’s brown eyes and saw the sadness in them. Strange that she had never met him before, if he was such a good friend to Edith as he claims. She felt her hand warm up, almost as if there was a kind of energy coming from the man. She pulled her hand away and as soon the contact was broken the warmth dissipated.
Malcolm and Pal watch the interplay between Phillis and the little man. Malcolm frowned. Pal sat with ears alert and eyes watchful, but he didn’t leave Phillis’s side. Malcolm wasn’t sure what to make of the man. He was suspicious since Edith never mentioned this strange fellow to him. He could see from Phillis’s expression that she had never heard of the man either. This little elf, Malcolm thought needed careful watching.
The little man smiled up at them, a twinkle in his brown eyes. “Just call me Rags, all my friends do.”
“Never heard of you and I was friends, good friends with Edith for years” Malcolm stated.
“Ah, ye was Edith’s companion were you not? Malcolm Gerroud the name is then?” Rags said in his deep sing song voice. “My good friend Edith mentioned you to me she did. Said you were a suspicious type ye be.”
Malcolm looked surprised Phillis noticed, but also even more suspicious. Phillis watched in interest. Rags turned to Phillis and stepped forward. Pal ever alert put his big body between Phillis and the strange man. He didn’t growl, or go after the man, he just stood in between the two.
Phillis looked at the Rags and waited. Rags smiled at Pal and slowly raised a hand toward him. Phillis tensed because she wasn’t sure what Pal would do. So far he hadn’t let any one touch him except her and Damon’s sister. He wouldn’t even let Malcolm touch him. But Rags didn’t hesitate, he let the big dog sniff his outstretched hand, then whispered something to him that to Phillis sounded like Gaelic.
Pal stood still, his ears perked and listening. His eyes never left the small man in front of him. Rags kept talking to Pal in the strange language and stepped closer to the dog. He laid one small brown hand on his head and continued talking.
Malcolm and Phillis watched as Rags then took his other hand and laid it on Pal’s back. All the time his soft deep voice spoke the language of ancients. Phillis watched as the dog accepted Rags.
Rags dropped both hands to his side and smiled at Pal. Pal shifted his body and sat next to Phillis no longer blocking the man. Phillis somehow wasn’t surprised at the developments. This small brown man with the deep Gaelic voice was different. Very different. Time would tell whether that was good or bad for Phillis.
Rags next stepped closer to Phillis, now that the beastie was out of the way. He could see Edith in the girl’s face, even in some mannerisms. She didn’t trust him, which was natural. But she would. He would make sure of it. He needed her trust or doing what he came to do would be impossible.

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NaNoWriMo Update ~ Day 24

Well it was a strange week last week. I didn’t update  for most of it. My schedule was shot and that got me all crazy. This last week of NaNo should be better as I can get back to my schedule of writing in the mornings.

The last day I did an update was the 19th where I was at 31768 words. Today was a pretty good writing day even though the day sucked personally. Guess I’m one of those writers that do better when their personal life is in the toilet. Ah well, such is my life.

Anyway, today I am up to 40018 words. That added a total of 8250 more words since Monday. Just got 10,000 more words to go! Yea me!! I have six days to do them in, but I’m hoping to get done a day or two early. Keeping fingers crossed.

Hope all those that celebrated Thanksgiving had a wonderful one! Also, those of you who shopped on Black Friday I want to say……ARE YOU NUTS???? hahah!




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Friday Fictioneers ~ Nov 23

Another Friday means another fun Friday Fictioneers.  I would like to thank Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this great story telling event. What is Friday Fictioneers you ask? Well let me explain!

This event happens every Friday, we are given a picture as a prompt. We are to write a 100 word story using that picture prompt. (there are no penalties for going over) We leave a link at our hostess’s blog for all others to click so that they can read, leave comments and enjoy!

I’ve been doing it about a month now  and I really enjoy it. It is great fiction! It always amazes me how many different stories come out of the same photo. Please come and join us! It’s great fun and great practice to your writing. Also, it doesn’t have to be a story, you can do poetry or whatever you want. Just keep as close to 100 words as possible.

Here is this Fridays picture:

Copyright-Joyce Johnson




“We go this way!” Ellen said pointing to the hand on the wall.

“Well let’s go!”  Excited, Tom told Ellen.

They opened the door  and walked through. Once inside the door slammed shut behind them.

“Oh My God! Look Tom!! Look!” cried Ellen.

They both stood staring. What the hell did they get themselves into? In desperation they turned to the door and tried to open it but it was locked tight.

“Damn, I can’t get the  door open again!” Tom pulled at the door.


Then they heard chuckling on the other side of it.

“Have a wonderful day!”

It was the last thing they heard.


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NaNoWriMo Update ~ Day 19

This week is going to be a bit topsy-turvy for me. My schedule is going to hell in a hand basket (old saying but still true). I usually write on NaNo in the late morning to early afternoon. But this week due to circumstances out of my control I will be writing late afternoons and late nights.

Not  because of Thanksgiving. Here in Canada we all ready had our Thanksgiving. It just what it is this week. I don’t like it, because I like writing in mornings. But it will be impossible for me to this week. I’ll survive, it’s only one week. But I needed a good whine session. 😉

I have so far today managed 1125 words. I’m hoping to add on to those later tonight. If I do, tomorrows count will be high. I hope. I have a total of 31768 words done. I’m still on track, but just barely. Feeling sorry for me yet? haha!

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I Won a NaNoWriMo Book Cover!!!

I just now found this out people!  I am so super excited!!!!! I won! I won!!! NaNoWriMo and The Office of Letters and Light are doing the 30 covers, 30 days  2012 book covers event. I’m sure every one who is doing NaNo knows about this. Those that don’t here is what it is.

People from NaNoWriMo pick books and synopsis that they feel are interesting. The wonderful Ari from NaNo sent me an email several weeks ago saying I was in the running to win a book cover designed by a professional designer. I just found out that I did indeed win!!!

It’s a great book cover too! You can see it at

It looks awesome and is designed by Traci Moore Clay!

Is this not the most awesome thing???

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NaNoWriMo Update ~ Day 17

Today I got a late start, but managed to write more words. Go figure. I finished Chapter fourteen and had my protagonist go off in a different direction. She went willingly too for a change. I actually think she approved of where I went with the story. Sometimes I think I’m just there to type the words my characters tell me to. It’s okay though.

I got 1838 words done today for a total of 28465. I am still on track. By Sunday night we are supposed to have slightly over  30,000 words done.  I believe I can do that. Here’s to  characters that are smarter than writers!


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NaNoWriMo Update ~ Day 16

Well it’s Friday, my thoughts are still scattered to the four winds. I will get it together at some point I’m sure. I managed another 1321 words today for a total of 26627. I’m really hoping this weekend goes better.

Here is a snippet of chapter 12, one of the chapters that was giving me hell. It’s a conversation between Phillis (the protagonist) and Malcolm the elderly friend who is helping her find what the key opens. It’s in rough draft and so not as good as I would like. But it is what it is for now.


The Key

Phillis felt Malcolm’s eyes on her but continued to toss pieces of bacon to Pal. She wasn’t sure what to say to him, so she waited for him to speak. Which he did when he finished his first cup of coffee and stood to get his second.

“I’m going to stick close to you from now on my dear girl” Malcolm told her.

Phillis looked up in surprise, she didn’t feel like she needed a baby sitter. “No need Malcolm.”

“Obviously last night proved there is a need” Malcolm said pouring his cup of coffee. He headed back to the table and noticed the frown on Phillis’s pretty face. “Someone is either out to harm you, or out to steal the key.”

“If they wanted me dead, I would be dead. They want something else, maybe the key. All though I don’t see what good the key will do them without the book.” Phillis stated in a reasonable tone.

“Maybe they have the book” Malcolm stated.

Phillis stopped throwing bacon to Pal and stared at Malcolm. She had never thought of that. It seemed far fetched to her though. “If they had the book why are we searching for this same mythical book then? Would not all of our queries have revealed this damn thing even exists?”

Malcolm calmly sipped his second cup of coffee. “It was just a thought” he said.

“Well it doesn’t make any sense. I mean Edith never found traces of this book except for a long distant relative who might have information, or not.” Phillis stated. No she thought to herself. They don’t have the book. Not yet anyway. She was sure that who ever attacked her wanted the key, her, or both. Whether these same people had the book was doubtful. She frowned.

“Maybe these people, who ever they are think WE have the book” Phillis said to Malcolm. She watched Malcolm lower his coffee cup to the table. He stared at her, thinking.

“They must know we have the key” Phillis went on to explain her reasoning. “It is documented that my family held the key for generations. It’s not something that would be hard to find out. What if they also think we have found the book?”

“That might explain why your attacker didn’t just kill you.” Malcolm said thoughtfully. He didn’t notice the grimace on Phillis’s face at the easy statement of her death.

“He could have easily taken the key off you. Or subdued you enough to make you tell him where the key was. But, what if they wanted to kidnap you instead? They would have the key and they would try to find out where the book was through you” Malcolm was thinking out loud now.

Phillis stood and put the plate from the bacon in the sink. She noticed the dishes piling up and thought it was good that the housekeeper and other staff was coming back tomorrow. A housekeeper she was not. She thought Malcolm could be right in his thoughts. All the better to brush up on her self defence courses. She refused to carry a gun. At least around here. Once they got to Europe, that might change, but for now she will put her trust in herself and Pal.

She washed her hands and dried them on a kitchen towel. Facing Malcolm she said, “Well what ever they wanted they didn’t get. They might try again, but I don’t think so. If they do it will probably be over in Europe.”

“Maybe” Malcolm was not convinced.

“In any event, I will be more alert now. The house will have the alarm set. Also, I will have Pal with where ever I go.” Phillis said.

“Go? What do you mean go?” Malcolm asked. “You aren’t going anywhere till we leave for Europe!”

Phillis smiled. “I’ll be fine Malcolm. You can’t expect me to stay in the house cowering at every noise.”

“I don’t think you should cower, but stay close to home, yes most definitely” Malcolm stated firmly. He watched Phillis’s face change. He knew that look well. It was her stubborn look. He remembered she would get it every time something was denied her that she thought she should have. Edith got that same look when she was determined to do something that was frowned on. Malcolm sighed quietly. He couldn’t stop Phillis from doing what ever she wanted to do. She was of age and he wasn’t her guardian.

Phillis put her hands on her hips and frowned at Malcolm. “I have an appointment in town. I will have Pal with me at all times. I will not stop living my life because of some damn family fairy tale!”

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Friday Fictioneers ~ Nov 16

Every Friday authors from around the world gather  to share their 100-words based on the photo prompt and offer constructive crit and encouragement to each other. This creates a wonderful opportunity for free reading of very fresh fiction! Readers are encouraged to comment as well. If you would like to join us please do! Go here for  all the details

Once again thank you to Rochelle for hosting this event!

copy right Sean Fallon

Old Bob gave a cackle. Another jar of batteries. He picked it up and opened his cupboard. Setting the bottle on the shelf he stood back and admired his collection. He had jar after jar set in rows. Batteries, copper wire, nails, bits and pieces that only he knew what they were. He rubbed his hands together and gave a lunatic’s smile. He shut the door to his prize collection and turned to his kitchen table. Sitting in a rickety chair, Old Bob gave another nasty cackle, opened the booklet and read. The title of  the book, “Building Bombs for Dummies”

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NaNoWriMo Update ~ Day 15

All right, I managed to get over the 25,ooo  mark! Half way there! Whew! It was hard, this week has been hell. My mind is NOT on the story, my characters refuse to do what I tell them to. They are stubborn and insist on having things their way. I’m the writer I tell them! I know whats best! But do they listen?? Noooooooo!

I managed 1238 today before I got so frustrated I told my characters to write it themselves! Huh! That’ll teach them! I’m up to 25306 and am projected to finish Nov 29th. So I am on track.

I think I’m going to go sit in a corner and pout for a while. Just been one of those kind of weeks.