I wrote today.

My life! After two years of having my husband commute from OKC to Dallas and back every weekend we were thrilled with a job closer to home. That was short lived. Three months later after a grueling commute through downtown Dallas and a job that was not a good fit we were unemployed for the first time in our married life. Six weeks later a perfect job and another move in our vagabond life. Our house which couldn't sell last year or the year before sold before the last hammer blow on the for sale sign was struck. A house hunting trip found us a lovely home in Tennessee. In the middle of all this I was diagnosed with breast cancer, got treated (radiation only) and am now in remission.
My heart aches to leave behind my friends and my newly formed writer's group. But I am giddy with anticipation of what lies ahead.
I set my writing goals before I knew all this was going to happen in our lives. Today though I was able to write about 500 words on the contemporary romance, Hot Shot. I also wrote a couple hundred words on my fairy tale rewrite, Ursidae Prince. It was nice to finally get some of my stories to move forward. I have put the match flame to the kindling and hope that I will soon have a stoked fire to fuel my writing machine.

Today's writing from Ursidae Prince:
            Sunlight and shadow played across her closed eyelids. Her bed rocked and swayed. She felt it would take herculean effort to open her eyes. A familiar grunt sent her hand out to touch fur but it was moving contrary to the swaying of her bed. She blink against the light and looked around at her surroundings. Tree tops danced above her. A soldier walked at the foot of her bed and another had his back to the head of her bed. A litter, they were carrying her on a litter. She tried to rise. Her ribs ached and her shoulder burned.

“Wait, majesty, we will put you down first.” The soldier at her feet spoke. They lowered her pallet to the earth and then hovered around her as she tried to sit up. Delia appeared at her side and put her arm around Rosanna’s shoulders to help her rise.

“I am injured.” Her hand rose shakily to her shoulder.

“Yes, majesty. Bruised ribs and a rend on your shoulder.”

“An assassin?” She lifted open the neckline of the night rail to peer at the bandage on her shoulder.

“We think it was the witch queen. Your vest was charmed. As the sun set it began to squeeze the life out of you.”

“I remember.”

“It resisted any attempt to unlace it. Finally bear tore it loose with his teeth and claws. Thus the rend on your shoulder.”

            “You saved me again you magnificent beast.” She reached out her hand to touch his head but he lowered it and with a mournful moan swung his head to and fro. “You are sad because you injured me, you silly bear. I promise I shall use my next tears to heal myself.”

My computer is back!!!

I finally got my computer back in working order. I have been writing in my head and now feel safe to put it on the page.
I love the fact that everyone you meet has a story. Today the moving company sent a man, Jerry, to pre-access the contents of our house. He had a lovely accent so just  before he left I asked him where he was from originally. He asked me to guess. I guessed he was Italian because he sounded so much like a missionary we had once had serving in our area who was from Italy. He was impressed. His name is Italian but his father immigrated to the US from Italy and then  moved to California and ultimately Mexico to begin a vineyard. He brought some of the original grapes that now spread across the Napa Valley. When Jerry was fourteen his father sent him to his uncle's home in Washington DC to be raised. Jerry's uncle was very well connected in Washington and Jerry got to meet the Eisenhowers, the Kennedys, and many other of the great political leaders this was back in 1956. He was just a teenager at the time and didn't understand who all it was he had met. He remembers being terrified when he moved to Washington because no one spoke Spanish. He got lost many times when he was coming home from school because he had to change buses.
He served in the military during the Korean War and the Vietnam War. When he came home from Vietnam he thought it would be a good time to apply for US citizenship. He was stationed in Georgia. He failed the 144 question test. He called his uncle to give him the bad news and his uncle said let me call Bobby. The phone rings and Jerry answers. "This is the Attorney General. I'm sorry about the mix up. Get a couple of you buddies and report to General thus and so. He will swear you in as a US citizen. We are very honored by the service you have preformed for our country." It was Robert Kennedy. Jerry was living 3 blocks away from the Ambassador Hotel when Bobby got shot.
Everybody has a story. Isn't it great!