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Wednesday, June 13, 2012

rerun season in SBD land

I miss SBD so I want to write one. But honestly, I'm going through a reread-fest. It feels right and I wonder if that's because of the way I was raised. Back In The Day, when summer rolled around, television stopped showing anything new and anyone who needed a fix would watch old stuff.  Since that's not true anymore, I have to find repeats where I can.

I've been well trained.

Speaking of training, I don't think our new dog is as well-trained as she should be and I might have to look for help. I've had dogs before but those were normal sized creatures--at least thirty-five pounds. Heck, our old dog is almost 80 pounds. This thing is 7 lbs at most. When I hold food over her head to get her to sit, she rears up on her hind legs and bounces like a rabbit--it's her one trick. When I try to push her rump down for sitting, she skitters away, scared that I'll try to pick her up. (She's not crazy about that.)

So what's left to do? I guess not bothering to teach her to sit. From my towering perspective, Molly the Dog standing and Molly T.D. sitting isn't very different. Just like the jumping up issue doesn't bother me. Not like it would with larger dogs. If Sooz did that rearing up trick and bounced, the house would shake.

Okay, time to reread this Mary Balogh.

Saturday, June 09, 2012

Goodbye Phillip

I really don't come around here much. I'm not sure why that is--I don't pay attention to the traffic. Okay, enough of that, let's go to why I'm here today.

Here's a story. I'm not sure I can get the whole thing on this blog. It's about 16,000 words long. I wrote this for the m/m group over at Goodreads. I think there are 149 other stories over there, or will be eventually. We get a photo and a prompt (written by someone else in the group) and write a story based on both.
Here's the thing--you have to join the group to read the stories.  I'm allowed to post my story elsewhere (duh, it's my story) but in the meantime, here's part of it.

The prompt and photo I picked:

free story, yup.
STORY PROMPT: (written by Urbanista, a goodreads member)

I must have been on a new papa high! Whatever made me think I could prepare a gourmet christening dinner for our new baby girl? I hope he comes back with the christening cake soon--why is he calling me now? it's getting late…hey babe! what do you mean my baby craziness is freaking you out? what do you mean you need some 'me' time?? what do you mean you're at the airport??





MY STORY: Goodbye Phillip





STEFAN
Phillip hung up. The goddamn coward.

Stefan was a fabulous multitasker, which meant he could stand and listen to the dial tone, panic, jiggle the baby on his shoulder, stare into the steam rising from the reduction he was making for the pasta’s sauce—and he could scream, very, very quietly. His life might have come crashing down, but there was no point in startling Emily.

Airport. Airport. Planes. Some of Phillip’s words came to Stefan through the fog of shock, and he realized his lover was off on a damned plane, bound for the Caribbean Islands. Probably the very resort where they’d met during that hot, glorious vacation four years ago.

Shit.

Emily twisted and rooted at Stefan’s shoulder, making small grunts. Double shit. She’d soon want a bottle.