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Tangled Moon: Part Three Her head felt funny as soon as he’d said her name. It took a moment for it to clear. “How do you know my name?” “Let’s get you to my car and then we can talk about it.” “Oh sure,” she said, “I get into cars with strangers all the time.”…
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Train. I’ve never actually traveled by train, so for all I know it might suck and I’d hate it, but I’d like to give it a go sometime. It seems slow and leisurely. Maybe I’d do some reading or listen to music. I could just watch the world pass me by… Hmmm… That sounds fantastic!
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Deduction – A Regency Romance: …“Can you tell me why your name was in the paper?” he asked Liam. Setting aside his fiddle and bow, Liam took a cigar from the box on a table and trimmed off the end, taking his time at it. “Something along the lines of making London a safer place,”…
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Music. I will and have used meditation but music takes away the angst. It gives me a safe outlet for my emotions without having to self-destruct or to blow up at another person. It glues the broken pieces back together–enough that I can pick myself up off the floor, dry the tears, and fight another…
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England 1192, …Alana was sitting on the bench, sipping from a mug of ale as if pondering on how best to teach them both a lesson. She looked up as they approached, squinting between them. She stood, setting the mug aside, and then she looked at John. “A word, my lord.” “Yes, my lady.” She…
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Writing fiction, mostly. Once I get going I have a hard time thinking about anything else. Beyond that, my plants. LOL. Here’s just a few of them in the picture. I have so many houseplants that they’re spread out all over the house. When I’m fussing over them it reminds me of Morticia Addams feeding…
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Tangled Moon: …“I don’t dare leave you out here alone.” She looked around the quiet parking lot. “But there’s no one here, and we’ve driven for two hours.” “I can’t take that chance.” “No way you’re going to lose your bargaining chip, huh?” She unbuckled her seatbelt and got out, the pavement freezing against her…
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Yes. 😉 I’m so superstitious that I wear bats and skulls and spiders on my person on a regular basis. I write stories about werewolves and vampires. I look forward to Friday the thirteenth… What’s the direct opposite of superstitious? What would you call a person that smiles at skulls and thinks bats are adorable…
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A cat. Probably a house cat, like my Salem in the above picture. He thinks he’s Puss in Boots as you can see by the way he’s posing with that dagger. (Don’t worry, it’s just a letter opener. The only sharp objects I let him play with are his claws). I don’t talk much unless…
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Darcy Branwyn 