Sunday, October 28, 2012

Happy Halloween

A few more days and my favorite time of the year will be over. My birthday is on Tuesday and Halloween, the most fun holiday, is on Wednesday! Only a few more days of costumes left, and they are cute! Of course, Kira makes them cute.

I am getting ready for NaNoWriMo this year. I have a good idea that I have been working on and have done more prep work this year than any previous, except maybe the first year (but I had a beginning to that story). On November 1st, I shall be off and writing. I will try to upload some excerpts throughout the month but I cannot promise anything since I want my word count to remain high!

Enjoy the last of the Halloween fun!

Sunday, October 7, 2012

31 days of Halloween in full swing!

Happy October! Yep, again I let months go by without a post. And here we are...

In the middle of the 31 days of Halloween costumes for 7 year old Kira. She always enjoys dressing up and October gives her the opportunity every day! Costume suggestions and ideas are always welcome!

Please see my twitpic page to see the up to date costumes:

My husband is home from his three months in Afghanistan. It's great to have him home and safe. It's been a long three months. He's been home one week and it seems as though time is going faster already!

Aside from the Halloween costumes, I have no crafting projects in the works right now. All of my supplies are still in Florida. I am hoping to get some back soon. But in the mean time I am thinking I will try the NaNoWriMo next month. I have a good story idea and am doing my prep work now, so maybe I will be ready to write a new novel next month. I haven't been writing for a while so it will be good to get that back.

I started taking a belly dance class last month. So far, so good. It is a different kind of dance than I am used to, but it's working muscles and hopefully help me tone up my middle. I enrolled Kira in a ballet/tap class that she seems to be enjoying, as well as Kung Fu. She is ready to kick butt now!

Till next time, find your creativity and have fun!

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Busy June

So far the month hasn't been too crazy, but it's about to go into overdrive. This month is 30 Days of Creativity which I was hoping to attempt but I learned at the end of the first day that I was just asking too much of myself. It's a great idea, and Kira and I have done a few of the challenges but there's no way we're going to be able to keep at it every day and my camera wasn't cooperating to get photos uploaded so by the 3rd day I had decided that I have too much going on. My husband is getting ready for deployment, we are getting ready for our cross country trek and there's just so much to do before we leave that adding a creative activity to our craziness just didn't work out.

Kira and I designed a paper fireplace and a cloudy sky with balloons. I made a cat nip wonton and wanted to make a catnip eggroll but that will wait. The wonton was only a hit with Boris for about an hour and then he hasn't gone near it. Check out the 30 Days of Creativity web page for images of all the projects and the calendar of suggestions. It's a great page and I'll have to keep it in mind for next year!

The cat toy I project I posted a few weeks ago is a hit with Boris and he is just so funny, I am hoping to get a video of him this week and upload it so everyone can see how enjoyable the simple cat toy is. Boris is being a great help in dealing with the loss of my beloved Fizgig and I think it's helping him, too.

I'm going to attempt to blog on the road while we travel across the country and post at least one photo of the trip a day. First stop, Vegas, baby!

Oh, I have a few new videos up on youtube. I have been resurrecting old projects from film school as well as learning about computer editing. It has been so much fun and I keep looking for more things to do! Please go have a look and I hope you enjoy! You can search for me under naturalave.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Sad day today (=^・・^=)

My kitty Fizgig died today. He had kidney failure. I rescued him from under my parents porch at 8 weeks old. Moving out here to California, I somehow lost the only photo I had of him as a kitten. Fizgig was 14 years and 7 months old. My other cat, Boris, just turned 15 and he is in perfect health. We were thinking of rehoming Boris, due to our travel plans and Fizgig's failing health, but Boris is great therapy for helping me deal with Fiz's loss, so he is staying in our house.

Fizgig has been my constant companion and best friend for so long that now being without him is like there's a part of me missing. He followed me around the house, cuddled with me at night, and loved sitting with me, even if it was on the floor at my feet. Fiz was with me before I met my husband. And you should always pay attention to your cats - since Fiz and Boris both liked Vic. They had met two other men and, well, they didn't like anyone else that I dated.

I have moved my kitties around a lot, but they seemed to have taken well to travel, even though they never liked car rides and hate carriers. Poor Boris, he now gets to travel by plane this summer. Boris is a crier, so he will let his dislike be known. Fiz always took things with a quiet dignity that I will miss.


My blog seems to be drifting around from topic to topic lately, and maybe I should have one blog for my crafting, one for personal stuff, and one for my writing. But I like using this as a journal for whatever wanders through my head. Any suggestions?

Keeping busy does help with the grief and keeping Boris close with his truly loud, strong purr helps, too. His passing was difficult. His downhill trip started Saturday night. We spent Saturday out at the Southern California Renaissance Faire and when we got home, neither cat would eat and Fiz wouldn't drink. Of course, it got progressively worse as the days passed. Fiz couldn't drink, or eat, had trouble walking, and started crying pretty much every moment he was awake. I didn't want to traumatize him by taking him to the vet and putting him down. I just couldn't have him killed, tho if I could have got him some pain meds it might have been an easier few days. He died very around 3 am (Pacific time). Please feel free to visit photos of mine on my Google+ page. I hope to find and add more pics soon.

Monday, May 14, 2012


I am now officially obsessed with the Avengers! We saw it twice - once on May 5th (sat so close we were practically in the screen) and then again on Friday May 11th. Wow. Totally wow. I have been a fan of Joss Whedon since I saw Firefly on the SciFi (now SyFy - but don't get me started on that) when I was pregnant with my daughter in 2005. This weekend Vic taught me how to edit with Premiere Pro and I spent all day Saturday and Sunday editing an Avengers video to a Nickelback song. There was a thing on Youtube on the avengersremix page where you can create your own video. To do it, you go to their page, use their videos and 4 songs from the movie, and create your own work. It's on their youtube page, not yours. I did two today (under my handle on Youtube: naturalave - please take a look!).

That was today. This weekend I created one 3 minute video using Nickelback's song When We Stand Together to create my work. I didn't know until Vic and I tried uploading it yesterday that Youtube has changed. The rules for copyright have gotten very strict and rather unwieldy. Anyway, take a look at my vid and I hope you will leave some feedback. Avengers Stand Together

So, I have gone to New York Video School and Studio Now and created profiles to both. Seems I have caught a bug of sorts and am getting back into my video background. It's fun and challenging and I think it'll be worth it. Since I have had so much video experience doing vids with Vic for Arthur Murray since 2004, and with my degree, it's actually more like I'm using that college education!

If you haven't seen the Avengers yet, go. If you like action movies, good ensemble casts, super heroes, or good storytelling, you will not be disappointed. It is the movie of the summer. I know we plan on going again, and I have heard that most people want to see it more than once. It is exciting and heartbreaking and thrilling, and wonderful. It is the movie of the year.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Nights in White Satin

This was a story I wrote in college that was a hit with my classmates and teachers. I did rewrite it into a novella, but it never went anywhere. I did submit it a few times in writing competitions but it didn't win, and novellas are hard to find a good market - I know since I've looked. Here's the short inspiration for the 13,000 word novella.

Nights in White Satin

She was standing on her second story balcony, watching the hotel courtyard and the night scenery.  Funny how things look better at night.  Then, he came up behind her and with a gentle caress up and down her arms soothed her.  He had surprised her, but she knew who it had to be.  She leaned back to him, relishing the feel of his strong body against hers.  She turned to gaze into his eyes - she knew who it was.
            He accompanied her to the courtyard of the hotel, enjoying each other's company.  They found a guitar, and he played a few lines for her..."Oh how I love you."  She smiled lovingly at him.  He took her to a secluded spot, away from any possibility of people seeing them.  A little table was sitting out for them with two glasses and an expensive bottle of champagne.  They sipped, and he grasped her hand in his and raised it to his lips.  He stood up, and gently pulled her to her feet.  He swung her around in a slow dance a few turns, then stopped, looking lovingly into her eyes.  He leaned his head down and lightly grazed his lips against hers.
            She came to her senses and looked around.  He was nowhere to be seen in her hotel room.  She sighed and listened to the final chords of "Nights in White Satin" play on the radio.  She looked out into the night from her balcony, leaning against the railing.  The concert had been fantastic . . . as always.  She looked down at the people walking along the paths below her and caught a glimpse of blond hair through the trees, wistfully wanting it to be him.  He was walking towards her.  He cleared the trees and it was he!  He looked up and saw her standing alone on her balcony, and he smiled, brilliantly.  She smiled back, and he walked on, leaving her line of sight.  She sighed...Ah, what a dream...

For the past few months I have been homeschooling Kira - my 6 year old. She was in full day kindergarten in Florida and when we came out here in February had to keep her out of school until March because we were in a hotel. In March after we moved into our apartment, we tried getting her into a local school but that was not fun. They wanted her to go into half day kindergarten - which is basically what she did in pre-school back in Florida. Seems like the school requirements are not nationalized which makes little to no sense to me. Why aren't the schools all across the country the same? Anyway, we enrolled her into a homeschool - we meet with a teacher once a week for her assignments.  This does mean she is getting first grade work, but its challenging for me since I don't get any time to my self. I have been spoiled since Kira entered pre-school when she got out of the house for a few hours and all day kindergarten was like vacation for me. I just hope that one of the schools we have signed her up has an opening for her in the fall. I see the benefits to homeschooling and class education and right now I am looking forward to Kira being in class!

How do parents who do this all the time have the patience to deal with the child all day and their work and still have time for themselves? And I only have one!

Looking into some crafting ideas - more to come!

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Cat toys

Cat toy project:
Want to create a cheap and easy toy for your cat? Well, here's one. Since cats prefer things that cost little to no money (the box the expensive toy comes in, the bag you brought the toy home in), I came up with this simple toy after I had made a head band for a hippie costume I made one Halloween. The cat got the head band and I had a new cat toy idea!

Yarn cat toy
You will need to pick out a few colors of yarn. I chose three colors: mint green, light green, dark green. But you can use less or more. To measure the yarn I just stretched out my arms and went from hand to hand, so about 5 feet per cut. I did two strands per color totalling 6 strands. This makes the toy thin but not too easy for the cat to grab. I am planning to try 4 strands per color to see how fat the toy gets.

Combine your colors and tie a knot on one end. Then braid - a simple three strand braid works, but you could experiment with other braid types. When you get to the end, tie another knot. I have been looking for weighted pom poms, the kind with a ball in the middle that you can buy as cat toys. I did use one for another toy that I sent with Tamina (the cat we left behind in Florida). This one doesn't have a pom pom. The reason to add the pom would be that it puts weight on one end so it's easier to throw to go catting.

I am thinking of putting these up on my Etsy page for fun with a pom pom on the end to see if there is interest. If you have any thoughts or suggestions about the toy, please let me know. It's a fun little project to make for your cat and they will have fun with it. You can even rub some cat nip on the end of the braid to get their attention - you know cats love their nip!

 Away from crafting:
I have been watching The Big C on Showtime - and am really loving that show. It has this ridiculous motivational thing going on right now that just strikes a chord with me. Paul (Kathy's husband) has a blog and is now on the motivational circuit and what he's been saying and what the motivational guru has been saying have really meant something to me, as corny as that may sound. Find your joy and flip your switch. Find what makes you happy and if something isn't making you happy, flip the switch inside yourself to change the way you feel and look for some way to change your outlook. Only you can make yourself happy and only you can choose how you live. Go out there, ask why not, and find your passion!

Thursday, May 3, 2012

The Magic Trunk

Helped Kira craft her project today for her class. It's nice to craft with her but working with construction paper and glue isn't really what I want to be doing. We went to JoAnn's today and eyed the new Singer machine....sweet! I have some fabric and I brought my machine out here so will be sewing sometime next week, as long as Kira finishes her school work. Homeschooling is tough!

Here's the idea for the childrens story that I want to write. I have started it, but it isn't sounding engaging to me, yet. So editing, the bane of my existence, will be my next hurtle.


The Magic Trunk

A trunk turns a seven year old girl to a real princess where she discovers it isn’t all fairy tales and godmothers.

Chloe, Age 7
Short brown hair, very straight and fine; Brown eyes
 Very friendly, speaks what’s on her mind, loves to explore
Visiting Nana for the summer
·         Nana has an old farmhouse
·         lots of places to explore inside and outside
·         a large attic filled with treasure
·         large basement, smells musty
·         library with all sorts of books
·         outside is a playhouse and a small tree house
Chloe finds an old trunk in Nana’s attic filled with all sorts of costumes. She asks permission to explore the trunk and Nana grants it. Trying on one of the outfits - a princess dress, tiara, and slippers she is transported to a royal throne room. She has dreamt about being a real princess and not having to clean her room, and getting to eat whatever she wants, but she discovers that a real princess has real jobs and it’s really hard. To go home, she has to take off the tiara but it takes her awhile to figure that out.
She returns home and takes off the fancy things and tucks them safely in the trunk, enjoying her time as a princess but deciding she likes her life better.

The Three Thousand Mile Kiss

Since I'm not working on my craft right now because I'm in California and my craft things are in Florida, I was going through my thumb drive and found a story I wrote for a friend. He gave me the title and I wrote the story. It's a story about a woman who is being transferred across country and the relationship that develops between her and the consultant who will make her transition easier. Enjoy!

"The Three Thousand Mile Kiss"
The ground grew distant as she gazed out the tiny window.  She’d never found flying easy.  Takeoff and landing almost always disturbed her stomach, but there was nothing for it; this was the fastest and most inexpensive way to travel. Frustrated, she didn’t know why she always had this problem and no one else did. 
She looked at the man sitting next to her and grimaced. He hadn’t noticed take off, which frustrated her.  The portable computer in his lap was open and his eyes were only on the screen.  The look she gave him would have caused him to wonder, but he was engrossed in his work.
His short brown hair, well groomed, curled at the nape of his neck ever so slightly.  Just enough to make women wonder, including herself, what it would be like to feel his hair in their hands.  She envied him his hair.  Her own dark brown hair was straight.  Either long or short, it didn’t matter, her hair refused to accept styling.  It shone with it’s own light, but wouldn’t curl without much help.  In her position she needed hair that she could just brush and go, so she no longer worried with styling.
His skin appeared well tanned as if he’d recently spent hours in the sun on a beach somewhere.  He probably had, she thought to herself.  Staring at his features was only going to confuse him if he caught her so she turned her gaze to the distant landscape outside, but her attention remained focused on the man beside her.  Even sitting, engrossed in his work, his presence dwarfed hers.  At more than six feet, he could intimidate nearly anyone.  He had a muscular build and seemed to keep himself on a tight reign as if any minute a fury would be unleashed upon the unexpected.
The flight attendant brought drinks and practically gushed over him.  Why do women think they’ll get men’s attention by being so flirty? She thought to herself, perturbed. But the attendant was a tall, thin, outgoing blonde that most men would notice in a heartbeat.  She, on the other hand, was short, and quiet, not plain, but not willing to draw attention to herself.  She was glad to see that her seatmate paid no attention to the attendant.
She tried to relax and calm down, but the plane hit a pocket of turbulence and she started to fidget in her seat.
"Brenda, relax, will you?" he asked.  She glanced at him.  He hadn’t even looked up from his screen.  How could he be so calm? She asked herself furiously.  His green eyes flashed a glance at her and he turned his attention to her.  "What’s bothering you?  Your new position?  You were looking forward to it just yesterday."  There was true worry in his eyes.
"I’m not worried about the job, Mr. Anderson."  Now that she had his attention, she couldn’t talk to him.  Typical, she thought.
"Call me Colin. We're working too closely to go by last names.  It’s too much of a hassle to call you Miss Montgomery. What could possibly be bothering you?"  He closed his laptop and turned his full attention to her.
“Nothing.  I’m anxious is all.”  That he had closed the computer was a sign that she’d finally gotten what she had asked for.  But now she wasn’t sure she wanted all of his attention aimed at her.
"There has to be more to it than that, Brenda.  Worried about something you may have left behind?"
She stumbled over the words she wanted to say.  "No.  It’s so trivial, I’d hate to bore you with it."
Colin put the laptop in its case and slid it under his seat.  "Now you’ve aroused my curiosity," he replied, turning so he could more easily look at her.  She noticed some of the tension and stress had removed itself from around his eyes.  It surprised her when he relaxed because she’d never seen him that way.
"I don’t like flying.  It’s not fear exactly, but it’s enough to make me damned uncomfortable.  There’s just something about the idea of being suspended thousands of feet in the air that’s unnerving."
He put his hand on hers, a platonic touch, but she thrilled at it.  Colin had always been just a coworker before.  Now they could hopefully become friends.  It wasn’t like they worked in the same office anymore, not with this transfer.
"Must be because you don’t have control over what happens.  Many people have the same fear.  But I can take your mind off the flight."  He grinned devilishly.  She thought it suited him.  "I can always give you my work to do.  If that doesn’t take your mind off it, nothing will."
"I thought you were proposing something else."  He didn’t comment just smiled brightly.  "I thought you took care of my transfer before we left."
Sighing, he replied, "I did.  I’m not making this trip entirely for your benefit.  The company isn’t doing too well at this end.  That’s why you’re being transferred.  I’m along to see what’s been going wrong and help you find a way to solve the hold up.  Personally, I think you’re up to the challenge without me, but that’s just my opinion."  He smiled.  "But enough about work.  I’ve known you professionally for almost three years now and really know nothing about you.  If we’re going to be working closely for the next couple of weeks, I’d like to know more."
Just what she wanted to hear.  She smiled.  "What would you like to know?"
"What do you do for fun?"
"Well, I don’t go out often, so I read a lot.  I enjoy outdoor concerts in the summer, both popular and classical.  And I love to take long walks, even if the weather is lousy."
"None of that is in your personnel file."
"Of course not.  That’s trivial."
"I think what workers do with their personal lives is important but that’s just another of my opinions." He smiled.
"What do you do for relaxation?"
"Ahh, now we get to it.  I take time off and fly to my friend’s condo in the Caribbean."
She gasped.  "You lucky devil.  So that’s why you have a tan most of the time."
He chuckled.  "I suppose I am lucky.  I take it for granted.  I find I have more and more cause to get away now.  I don’t participate in any of the activities I used to have time for.  That’s one reason for the packet I gave to you yesterday.  I’m looking to convince the company that I need an assistant or something."  He sat up.  "I do need to get back to work.  And if you haven’t already, you should read that packet.  It might help you make my work a bit easier."
"Sure," she replied and pulled it out.  At least she’d gotten to know him a little better.  The pamphlet described the company and all the locations of the branches and Colin’s job.  Boring really, but it gave her and insight as to how busy he really was.  He had a background in management that helped him control situations that occurred in any of the six branch locations around the globe. She understood better why he’d always seemed stressed and why he really did need those vacations in the Caribbean. The rest of the flight passed in relative silence as they worked.  When they landed in Seattle, her anxiety of planes has been mostly relieved, for he had her talking about work for the descent and she was grateful for that.
A company car waited for them.  It became Brenda’s car as soon as she landed, so she drove them both to her new apartment.  She put Colin up in the spare bedroom.  She had insisted that he be at her convenience instead of the other way round considering it was her new position.
The apartment was impressive and spacious and larger than she’d anticipated.  She had a view of a park through her front window.  The huge living room had a fireplace and open to the kitchen.
After they were settled, Colin took her to dinner and acquainted her with the workings of the office and how she should best do her job.  Brenda took his advice seriously since he had worked here before.
Colin was at her beck and call for the next two weeks, helping her ease into the job, showing her exactly what went on.  He also made sure that the workers below her could trust her and go to her with all their problems and suggestions.  She solved the complications that came up, not him.  He just offered his advice and assistance when asked.

Late one night after a thoroughly grueling day of work, she couldn’t sleep so went to the kitchen for some warm milk.  Noticing the living room lights were still on, she went in to advise Colin to get some rest.  Since it was Friday night, he could rest.  No need to be working at three in the morning.
Brenda entered the room and stopped when she noticed his sleeping form.  The laptop was still on, papers scattered around him.  This is too much for him, she thought.  He didn’t look comfortable sitting up, but he did appear relaxed.  The worry lines around his eyes and mouth disappeared in sleep.
After turning the lights off, she tiptoed into the room, not wanting to disturb him.  She gathered up the papers and neatly stacked them on the table next to the computer, then saved the report on the laptop and closed it.  She looked down at him and silently asked why does he heap all the responsibility on himself?
The moonlight that spilled into the room gave her just enough light to see.  She thought him lovely, his dark hair in stark contrast to the white of his shirt.  She wondered what he’d think of her if he knew that she watched, taking pleasure in seeing him at ease.  But theirs was purely a working relationship and no matter how attracted she was to him, she wouldn’t act on those feelings.  In a matter of days, he’d be returning to New York, three thousand miles away.
She crept closer, slowly reaching her hand out touching his hair.  It was soft and silky, the way she imagined it would be.
Before she knew what happened, Colin pinned her to the couch.  He looked questioningly at her, not recognizing her at first in the low light.  He’d stunned her with his action so she didn’t fight him.
He had no idea why he had pinned Brenda to the couch, but silently thanked her for coming to him.  Before she could protest, he kissed her, chaste and soft.  The he exerted pressure.  Teasing, tasting, asking to allow the kiss to deepen, he let her dictate the pace.  She opened her lips to him, letting her tongue move with his.
Colin eased his length closer to her and she could feel his arousal.  Brenda shivered in delight and hugged him closer but he stood up and lifted her into his arms.  He carried her to the bedroom to finish the seduction.
The next morning the phone rang as they were eating breakfast.  Brenda answered and it was for Colin.  He looked puzzled, but shrugged and took the phone.  She watched him and after a few moments, he grew pensive.   His smile disappeared and he left the room with the phone.  Worried, she couldn’t finish eating.
He returned moments later and she noticed the tension had returned.  He sat and didn’t look at her.  She frowned at him, puzzled.
"If you aren’t going to tell me, then I’ll have to ask."  She put her hand on his arm.  He covered it with his own and finally met her gaze.
Colin sighed, still not meeting her eyes.  "Peter Garret wants me to catch a flight back to New York tomorrow."
She pulled her hand away.  "Couldn’t you tell him we still need you here?"
Dropping his gaze to his hands, he answered, "No.  You don’t need me.  I’ve created work for myself to make sure you could handle everything."  He paused as she stood.  "Besides, Peter knows that you’re what’s needed here.  He’s impressed."
"Thanks."  She left the room.  He sighed because there was nothing to say.  Now that the President of the company had called, it was time to leave.  He followed her into the living room.
"Were you hoping everything would change?" he asked.
She had sat down on the couch and was staring out the window at the light playing on the leaves.  "No," she whispered.
He sat next to her then gently stroked her cheek.  "This was your assignment, not mine.  You knew I’d be leaving.  I hate that it’s so soon, but I don’t regret last night."
"That’s nice to know."  She stood and went to the window.  The day shouldn’t be so nice, she thought.  Why couldn’t it be raining like it usually does in Seattle?  "I wasn’t expecting it to be so soon."
His breath caressed her cheek and she jumped, turning to him.  "I’m sorry," he whispered.  There was sadness in her dark eyes that he had no way of removing.  He took her into his arms and kissed her.  They had one day and one night.  He intended to make full use of them.
The following afternoon, she wouldn’t accompany him to the airport.  He understood why, but it disappointed him all the same.
In her sorrow she lashed out with anger.  "You’re great in bed and it was great while it lasted, but it’s best to end it I think," she stated caustically. The bluntness startled him, and then stung.
Instead of trying to ease her mind, he replied as hurtfully.  "We should have done this much sooner.  We could have had fun, you and I."  He leaned in and kissed her fiercely, which she broke off, disgusted.  He walked out the door and shut it behind him, not wanting her to see how much he had sickened himself.  Whatever had blossomed between them wouldn’t ever be rekindled with that.  Sighing, he got into the cab and didn’t look back.  Her dark eyes would haunt his memory.
What had she done?  Her actions had dictated his and that disgusted her.  She’d fallen for him and now she’d lost him. 
Work became her outlet.  It was easy to become immersed in the complications she needed to solve.  The parent corporation praised her excellent work, and she felt relieved but not satisfied.  She had proved to herself and her bosses that she was worthy of the promotion. 
She wished she could see Colin again and win him back.  No, she thought, she had succeeded in pushing him away and his actions couldn’t have been anything but real.    But what if they had mixed their signals and both gotten the wrong idea?  She’d been hurt by his having to leave, so maybe he felt the same?  Now she had to talk with him.  But how?  She had no idea where Colin lived, and it would be inappropriate to contact the main office.
One day, as Brenda walked in the park, she saw Colin standing not three feet before her. He gently embraced her.  It felt right to be in his arms and made her feel complete.
"I’ve missed you, Brenda."
She let her arms circle his neck.  "Don’t ever leave me again."
He chuckled.  "I can’t promise that, but I’ll promise to always return to you."
"Acceptable."  She grinned and tipped her head back.  He leaned his head down and gently kissed her.  They were both breathless and clinging to each other for support.  "Colin, why haven’t you called me?"
He pulled her close to him and rested his head on hers.  "I didn’t think you wanted me.  I treated you horribly."
"We were both awful.  Forgive me."
"Only if you’ll forgive me."
"Yes."  He could feel the relief in her stance.  Brenda became so at ease in his arms.  He wondered how he’d ever get on without her if he lost her now.
"I have to go, but from now on, I will call you every day.  I promise."  He hugged her tight for a moment then broke the embrace.  He kissed her nose and she closed her eyes to enjoy his presence.  When she opened them he was gone.  She looked around and called his name, but the world went on as if he’d never been there.
She felt like she was falling, then she jumped and sat up in bed.  She looked around her empty room.  It felt as if someone else had just been there.  Sniffing the air, she could swear there was the faintest scent of Colin’s cologne.  But he hadn’t been in the apartment for two months.  She scrambled out of bed and looked for him, called his name, but he wasn’t there.  Of course not, she thought.  You’re a fool.  It was a dream.
Brenda wasn’t going to get any more sleep.  She looked at the clock: four thirty on a Saturday morning.
She went into the kitchen, put a pot of coffee on and opened up her briefcase, pulling out her files.  She spent the next hour staring at the reports, not making sense of them when the phone rang.  Puzzled and wondering who on earth would be calling, she answered it.
"Brenda, I’m sorry to be calling this early, but-"
"Colin?" she interrupted in amazement.
"Hi.  I hope I didn’t wake you but I had to talk to you.  I’ve gone too long without calling and I want to apologize for that…"
Hardly able to speak, she asked, "What made you call now?"
"I promised."
"You don’t remember?"  He sounded hurt.
He couldn’t be talking about the dream, could he?  Deciding she had to find out, she asked, "Your promise to call me every day?"
"You do remember.  I woke up this morning with our conversation echoing in my head and couldn’t let a second go by without talking to you."
She was speechless.  They had never had that conversation.  It was a dream.  They had shared a dream? "Colin, you never made that promise to me."
"Yes I did.  I know I did.  We talked about it in the park in front of your apartment before I had to rush off.  I remembered it last night."
"I dreamt it last night, but you never made the promise to me in person."  Silence.  “Colin?"  Still nothing.  "Colin!"
“I’m catching the first flight out.  I have to see you.  I’ll try to be there by tonight."
"Wait.  You don’t have to.  I’m flattered that you think your dream was reality, and maybe I had the same dream, but you don’t have to waste your precious time to come out here.  It’s a coincidence.  It just shows you’re thinking about me."  She tried to pick up her coffee mug but found she was shaking.
"This is more than a coincidence.  I had this intense longing to taste your lips and smell the loveliness of your hair.  I want to be there with you, to feel your body against mine.  Even if it was a dream, that kiss left me feeling dizzy, like a part of my life was missing."
She nearly dropped the phone.  His emotions were as strong as hers.  She had longed for those same things when she had woken up and had felt the same way about the dream kiss.  "Colin, we’re three thousand miles apart!  How can we both feel the same way?  It was just a dream!"
"Brenda, you’re questioning what we both want?  Even if it was just a dream, I still want you and I need to see you.  Don’t you?"
She sat back in her chair.  "Yes, I do.  Call me when you have a flight and I’ll pick you up at the airport."
"Deal.  I love you."  He hung up the phone before she could take in that confession.  He loved her.  What had made him confess it now?  It had to be the dream.  But how could a dream be more than reality?  Some do say that dreams are as real as every day life.  She’d wanted to hold him again and it was coming true. Did she love him in return?  She pondered that for only a moment and realized she must.  If a wish could produce a dream that proved a man loved you when you had doubts, then she loved him. 
Jumping up from the table she hurried into the bedroom, the work forgotten.  She planned to take his breath away the moment he got off the plane.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Why not?

I want to write book and am asked why. Why not?

I want to be in a band and am asked why. Why not?

And then I think, why are these things I want to do? They make me happy. That's why.

So I am working on a book - a few, actually. I was in a band and would like to do it again. I am a flute player (I need to practice more, but then again, who doesn't?) and was part of a flute choir and that was a great experience I want to do again. I was a ballroom dance instructor for Arthur Murray. I was taught to dance and got paid for it. I was asked why before I got the job. And my answer was why not? I danced when I was young - I took ballet, tap, and jazz lessons from a Rockette from about age 8 to age 13. And I realize now that I should have kept dancing. It made me happy.

I kept at my flute even though I wasn't the best player in school - I actually was last chair in the high school band. But you know what? I bet I'm one of the few who still plays because I still enjoy it. I have always enjoyed it. It makes me happy. And why not?

I started making my own jewelry because I got a thrill from it. Again, why not?

Why can't I do these things if they make me happy. I have dropped friends because they didn't make me happy. I married a wonderful man because he did. Why are these things acceptable but trying new things and putting ourselves out there isn't?

Here's me: I am writing a children's book for my daughter. Two of my fantasy novels need to be edited and reworked. I have a spy thriller type novel that I have to rewrite after discovering that it just doesn't work in its current phase. As for accomplishments, I am not published but have attempted NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) in 2004, 2006, 2007 and 2008 and actually reached my goal of 50,000 words in 30 days in 2004, 2006, and 2007.

My brother had a garage/basement band and I was lead singer. We were called Immortal Distortion and performed (mostly at home but there was one Battle of the Bands) in the late 1990s.

In Baltimore, I was part of a flute choir called Flutopia. Great experience and have had trouble trying to find another group of flute players to join, both in Florida and now here in California.

For two years I taught Arthur Murray (like I said above). I probably wouldn't be a ballroom dancer if it weren't for my time there. My husband and I still do video events for my former boss, so I am still connected to them even though I don't dance much any more. I do miss it.

And with our move to California from Florida, I left my craft room behind so don't have my supplies to make new items. But I hope to be getting back into that soon. I enjoyed it and it gave me some time to myself.

So if you are ever asked Why you are doing something, simply turn around and reply, why not? If it makes me happy, why not!

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Getting back to writing

I have a question. I am working on finishing my novel and I need a tagline. Here's the one I've written. Please tell me what you think. Thanks!

"A knight tries to stop an alliance of wizards from enslaving the countryside."

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Moved to California

I am now a West Coaster. My husband moved us out here for work - he couldn't find anything in Florida. Luckily, Kira and I are easily moveable! FeyFripperies of Etsy will be back up when I get things settled in here. It probably won't be until April. I am planning some cat toys for that time frame!

Three days of straight driving brought us from southwest Florida to southern California. Talk about a change! We went from the tropics and humidity to the high desert with no humidity! And I am cold! I miss Florida heat already!