Today, Wiwohka shall travel deep into the heart of danger, to a world of desolation and Evil! She shall find her lover, Creedbeast, who has been battling horde’s of Zombies… all by himself!
I awoke this morning, bright and early, with grand plans of chatting up the flock of Canadian Geese that were staying in the back field of my park.
Logic dictated that I would be able to gather far more information from the geese, than a band of cheeky Ravens. Besides, the Raven Boys don’t strike me as the chatty Cathy type, comparative to a bunch of lady geese with time to gossip.
At least, this was the plan in my head when I got up! In the beginning, I considered taking an old loaf of bread with me. But then I thought better of offering the birds a treat, before first attempting to get information out of them…
If I opened a bag of bread in front of a flock of hungry geese, I’d never get a word out of the bossy things. Have you seen how they can lose their minds, in the presence of food… it’s a mad house!
I figured that I could return with the bread, tomorrow… more like a thank you gift!
When I reached the field, however, I was sorely disappointed! It was empty… abandoned!
I swear that I was in the park only the day before yesterday, and they were all here, having a good time!
What a disappointment!
So…. I’ll return tomorrow and try for the Raven Boys, in hopes that they’ll cooperate. I didn’t dare try to speak to them yet. Not without any peanuts to offer…
I fly by the seat of my pants for the most part, if I’m being entirely honest!
Before the word Covid was born, we had a good number of goals… and plans!
We had our first real home… and it was nearly ready to be paid off!
My husband had a job for a well known trucking manufacturer, with benefits, savings, and retirement.
Not now…
At this time, most already know that we live in a small RV with no working toilet and no hot water… it’s been like this since last November.
My whole fly by the seat of my pants, in all of this, has enabled me to write my first full length Fantasy Fiction Novel… so there’s that!
Sometimes, there just aren’t enough plans, goals, emergency preparedness plans, perfect career choices, or dried up resources, that are never there when you need them!
One day at a time, sweet Jesus… one day at a time!
Here, have a cookie…
P.S. I have to show you this next picture, because I’m almost certain that my AI generator has stumbled across the lost records of the original designers of the U.S.S Enterprise… tell me I’m wrong…
I’m nearly at the end of my first edit run through, and am thrilled with how well things are going. With any luck, I’ll be starting my Audio recordings very soon.
While I realize that it will take substantially longer to work through the book that second run, I know it’s due to the effort it takes to make a perfect audio recording. Try having a full chapter read through, without the sound of either a garbage truck, rude driver, or loud mouth neighbors sharing the spotlight… sheesh!
No worries though…
I’m chomping at the bit, to get this first volume finished and buttoned up!
HR called Eustace in this morning… for a “Random” drug test!
Personally, I don’t think there was anything random about it, at all! Rumors have been circulating around the cubicles, if you know what I mean.
I heard mention of someone finding a shopping cart underneath the CEO’s Bentley, down in the car park. I was down there during that race, by the way… and, in fact, there were no cars damaged!
Then there was the incident in the elevator, with the hairbrush, but I highly doubt that Eustace would just smack someone with a brush… besides, there were far too many people in the elevator, than should have been, in the first place! Maybe, the someone who started the rumor, whose name starts with a L and ends with an A (*is*), shouldn’t have pushed her way to the front of the line!
What I think made Corporate step in, was the Hairy Hump Day Margarita debacle!
Someone ran to HR and tattled that Eustace had brought alcohol into the staff break room, which was a complete farce! First of all, they were Mocktails… I know this because I brought the ingredients, aside from the camel hair. Even if there had been alcohol in the drinks, Eustace would never have drank them.
Trust me… the test will come back just fine! Eustace wouldn’t think of drinking a beverage filled with his own hair… EWWW… Gross!!!
This prompt question leaves us very few words that can be overused, simply by themselves. Since the American language is based on using many different words within each sentence, it becomes impossible for one to feel annoyed at the overuse of any particular word.
With that in mind, I attempted to pick only words that can be used singularly, therefore getting the blame for any overuse of itself, for itself!
Words like Ow!, Hey!, What?, Why?, etc.
The only word that comes up for my vote, would by “WHY!”
It can be used to question, used to make excuses… and used to waste a great deal of time, by many!
Just sayin…
Here, have a cookie…
… and don’t ask me Why? Sometimes, you just have to trust me when I tell you something’s good for you… Why? Because I said so, that’s Why!