Monday Musings – Name the Movie of Your Life


I was asked in a recent interview what the title for the movie of my life would be. I responded, only partly in jest, that my life story would be entitled The Storm Cometh.

It’s true, I pretty much have my own black cloud. It keeps me company wherever I go, flinging lightning bolts and rain down on my head whenever I even think about feeling content. But that’s okay, I told the interviewer, adversity builds character and everybody who knows me knows I’m a hell of a character. #:0)

The interesting thing is that, in the big things I’m very lucky. I have people whom I love and who love me, I’m healthy, and I live a comfortable, interesting life. Most importantly, I’m a writer so I get to do what I love most for a living!

It’s just the small things, the dribs and drabs of everyday existence that tend to hit me in the face like a shaving cream pie. Win a prize? Not a chance. I go to one conference every year with a writer friend of mine. Competing against hundreds of people at this conference, she repeatedly wins multiple raffle baskets. Every year. And she doesn’t have a lot of money so she drops a limited number of tickets. She’s very lucky like that. I could be in a pot with one other person and have dropped four times more tickets and still lose. That’s me. If I order something, it’s pretty much a guarantee it will be defective when I get it. I’ve planned a picnic? You might want to take an umbrella when you leave the house that day. Diets make me fat. Bargains nearly break my bank. The book that should have taken the reading world by storm…HATED…by one and all.

So, have these little setbacks…these constant nose flicks made me a stronger person? Maybe. Or maybe they’ve just improved my sense of humor. Who knows? If that’s the only outcome I’ll take it. Laughter is the greatest gift of all.

Even if it usually gives me hiccups.

Sigh…

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Friday Flash – Perfect for the Job


Here’s the premise. You’re interviewing for a new job — angel in Heaven or demon in Hell:

 

I rearranged my hair, discreetly pulling it up over the sharp tips of my horns.

The dark-eyed clerk across the desk smiled.  “So…which job posting are you applying for?”

I didn’t hesitate. “Angel.”

He lifted a dark eyebrow. “Angel?”

My forked tail shifted beneath my trousers. I squirmed to situate it between my butt cheeks. “Yes.”

He typed something on his keyboard. “May I ask what your qualifications are?”

“I’m too sexy for my wings.”

He barked out a laugh, lifted the other eyebrow, and typed something else onto his keyboard.

I looked around the office, wondering how long before he kicked my demon ass right out of HR.

“Do you have any experience…helping people?”

Before I could stop myself, I blew him a raspberry. “Yeah…no.”

He got up, walked around his desk, and dropped his delectable ass on a corner to look down at me. “You sure you don’t want to apply for the demon job?”

I twisted my lips. “No bennies.”

“But you’re a demon.” He looked genuinely amused.

I frowned, “Shit. What gave me away?”

He shifted his gaze downward, to the impressive hardon I’d been sporting since coming into the room. “You have horns.”

I grinned, sliding my gaze over a very interesting bulge at the juncture of his muscular thighs. “It didn’t stop you.”

 

Coming Soon!

When chaos rules, only the fiercest love survives.

Bright City is growing increasingly discordant. Something dark and treacherous is stalking Rabb and Brant, creating havoc in both of their worlds. The Vampire Council is putting pressure on Brant to become an elder, using Rabb as bait to force him to comply. All the while, Rabb battles deadly fractures in pack alliances and fights his own personal vampire skirmish.

Will the packs fight an internal war to replace Rabb? Will the vampires force Brant to choose sides? War is on the horizon, and it might not only ravage the supes in Bright City, but also devastate the human population living ignorant and helpless among them.