Oh Fiddle Sticks
It was one of those days where I just started out feeling weighed down. The kind of day when I know I just need to keep moving.
It was one of those days where I just started out feeling weighed down. The kind of day when I know I just need to keep moving.
I took a mental health day today. Besides, I knew snow was coming and it would have been awful trying to get to work today. Java and I went back to the park where we had gone for the skijoring clinics last weekend, and not a soul was there. Makes sense since it was still…
The Grungy Grays sometimes walk through the night, howling in their secret language at the moon. Or they ride on a hodge podge of mountain bikes, road bikes, and falling apart bikes, their graying hair flashing like sparks in the moonlight…
Someone who is easily distracted, even when they try to get away from distractions, needs to remain vigilant and avoid exploring branching tributaries. On my writing retreat, I began to notice how many times I got off course. I’d be humming along and suddenly notice that I was tweeting. How did I end up on…
I was going to shutdown my blog today. Spare anyone who reads this from watching me crash and burn. I’m feeling unfit for human consumption. I swore I wouldn’t let myself act like a victim ever again, but lack of sleep has left me open to emotions and thoughts I didn’t think I’d ever experience…
It’s a tawdry affair, this love I have with Oboz, who cushioned my tootsies over rocky paths. Kept my feet dry when snow meltdown turned walking paths into streams. And protected my ankles from twisting when loose rocks and sand slid my feet into undesirable positions. Sadly now, the new love of my life sits idly…
At January’s Writer’s Salon, Beth Wright from Trio Bookworks spoke with us about the world of publishing. We discussed questions like “What value does publishing bring or you hope it will bring to your work?” and “What does it take away or do you fear it will take away?”
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This story has really got legs girl, keep pecking away at it until some new turn presents itself.
Hmmm, perhaps Lucy could temporarily disable her husband somehow, enough to slow him down? Kick him in the crotch? Maybe during the struggle for the gun, he loses his balance and hits his head, and it takes him an extra few seconds to get up? Maybe Lucy fires a warning shot to keep him back, and it hits his car so that he can’t follow?
I hope we get to read the whole story someday!
OK…how about this. Using the gun, she forces her husband into the basement (or another place) and locks the door before she takes off. Too bad she doesn’t have some handcuffs to hook him to something. As soon as she gets in the car she should call the police and say she is being followed by a car so they can catch him.
This would be such fun.
Is it too Hollywood to have the dog regain its strength and do some damage to bad man to slow him down?
I’m with the Dog Geek. I think that Lucy needs to disable her husband somehow. Disable his vehicle, break his glasses (make him almost blind without them), or something.
And, please let the dog survive, even if he doesn’t regain his strength and stop the bad man right then. He/she needs to survive for the sake of my soul!
Java looks totally wore out, poor baby. Hope ya fared better. Love the necklace, it makes me giggle.
Have a great day…you and Java get some rest!!!
Thanks for visiting me Maery! I think she could get the gun by a knee to the nads/kick in the side of the head move, then he’d be down and she could take his keys and fling them into the woods or take them with her or something. If she really gets him down for a brief count, she could grab the dog too– who will survive right? RIGHT??