A Post about Pests: Ants, Fleas and Feast-Eating Bugs. An excerpt from my unpublished novel. (yet-to-be published)

via Daily Prompt: Pest

“Why wouldn’t I goof on the a “narcissistic ant land?” questions Franklin. “I believe that it was me who coined the phrase back in year one or two of the five it has taken to locate Skylar and rescue Memphis within the Monkey Puzzle.” Still though, is the lingering air that surrounds that former laptop. Mysteriously, one late afternoon, the Snow Leopard was swiftly ejected from Skylar’s apartment through the living room window. The lesson that Skylar took from this curious event is to never use any technological device without making sure all windows are shut first.  “Franklin, there are too many Dave’s,” confides Skylar. “I thought I had the tally up to four, but four might only account for all the various names that one of these Dave’s carries.” Skylar’s not sure if summing up all the Dave’s even matters. She would still like to note that the Dave count did reach at least six at one point.

Currently, Skylar is stuck someone in the middle of a forced play here on the East in the mix of some unknown game. “I am done being forced into games,” she says to Franklin. Her memory jolts back to the years before. Spinning, her brain beats over how things must have played out when she lived out in the City West. Any thoughts of her former laptop are long gone. “Someone obviously thought it would be better served in their possession,” says Skylar thinking to herself.  “Maybe if Franklin had been familiar with the white, windowless cinder-block bar she frequented when she lived out there? Maybe then he would have been the one to bump into us?” She is referring to Saint Stephen. “I was often there having a quiet drink alone during the week,” she thought and then smiled to herself. “I think I used to twirl chaos with my words for mere amusement.” She shakes her head thinking back. “Franklin knows how I loved to dance. He is also too familiar with my habit of stirring up chaos.”

On a hot night during baseball season, the dark white bar would pump live music out the back door and into the alley. Attending live music events and drinking was something that Franklin and Skylar had in common. However, it wasn’t baseball season and it wasn’t Franklin that bumped into Skylar and Stephen that one quiet weekday night. Instead, the odd couple were interrupted by Skylar’s old and dear friend, Kat. She slid right in between the off-beat pair and her odd expression landed in between their bar stools. “Would you like to join us for a drink?” asked Stephen. Kat didn’t answer. She was doing her best to maintain her composure despite her outward appearance. Skylar could sense that her dear old friend was internally freaking out. Impatient, irritated, and red with anger, Kat bolted towards the rail system without even a goodbye. Reflecting, Skylar turns towards Franklin, and says just this,

“My, what an awkward flea.”

Yo, Word, Alright.

“We shouldn’t be left anywhere ever again to discuss boating or shipping.”

It’s a new year now here in the Eastern City and Skylar does not intend to go on repeating the past. “There will be no more feast-eating bugs,” she states. “We got it,” say Alondra and Chiba. “The season of feast-eating bugs will not be repeated,” they say reassuringly. “SO, what won’t be built in a day?” Skylar asks as she stares down the two strong women. “Remington will not be built in a day,” she tells them. “And why do you two think that might be?” Before they have a chance to answer, Skylar says strongly, “Remington will not be built in a day because it is utter lunacy wasting time trying to figure out how to build any man into a day.” Unfortunately for Skylar, she is sure that utter lunacy is precisely what Alondra strives for on the daily.




Reading some this summer – …”on the use of rhymes…” ?

Re-reading some books from high school. Started with Brave New World. I always did love this one! Just reading and sitting in a waiting room at the moment and came across this:

on pages 164-165, “…come in to conflict with Authority”…”over some rhymes”…”on the use of rhymes in Moral Propaganda and Advertisement. ”

I don’t know what is on my reading list next, but re-reading this one has been great for sparking old memories!!

P. S. The writing is going well, all comments resolved, but still neurotically going through some of the content. Trying to work out better words to describe characters and finish up dialogue. Good thing I ❤️ my thesaurus!!

Scratch that! I meant “Proof Read.” Everyone’s a critic.

I have the hardest time finding the “correct” or “right” term or word for given things/situations.

It seems like at the moment, if I don’t use the “right” word, everything is taken out of context even more so that it already was.

Not to bring up politics – that is not the subject of the book I have written, but I must admit that I have a bit of empathy for President Donald Trump. He seems like he is also jumped on for using the “wrong words” or “incorrect terms” for things.

A few years ago…my Tarot Card reading

A few years ago, I decided to stop and have a tarot card reading. Now that I am getting this novel together, there have been many different people pushing me to post it-some I know and others I don’t.  So…here you guys go!

first card: SEAS. Cleansing, 5 frogs on a lily pad

second card: EARTH. Ace manifestation. Work well together? Don’t ?

third card: ECSTATIC UNION.  Acceptance and reverse

fourth card: CRONE VISIONARY. (Wind). I see things as they are.


THE FOOL (the middle card). Not a “fool” more introspective.


card one: CARD OF DEATH IN REVERSE.  Something good born in the near future

card two: WISE WOMAN. Sees the future and the past. * sees other peoples intentions *

card three: FIRE CARD. Forgiveness.

Card four: WIND.  Child conscious. Not naive/ trusting*

hope everyone had a good Father’s Day 🙂 I plan on struggling through the boring details, grammatical errors, structure, format and order this week! Promise 😉

Final read through and edit!

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted. Since then I have cleaned up my five years of writing and have roughly 300-320 pages to show for it. I never could have imagined that a mess of notebooks and journals would turn into 300 plus pages with chapters and headings.

Still have aways to go. I need to resolve comments and might need to move a few things around. Then comes the hard part, getting someone to actually want to read it.

If anyone is actually reading this, I will try and post again sooner in between posts.

Tightening up my dialogue-some things I’ve learned

So, I have been working through my writing, tightening up and “fixing” the dialogue. I’ve been having problems finding other words (the right verb) for “says” or “explains” or “thinks.” I read through some things online and here’s what I found.

There is something called “constructed speech dialogue”, “unintroduced” dialogue, and direct and indirect speech.

I didn’t even consider the type of dialogue that appears like this within the text: and he was like, “did I do this correctly?” Or I’m like, “are you ready to go?” This type of dialogue is represented by this formula: “be” + “like” = “say”  it represents the kind of thing a character would be saying or thinking. I think I used to talk this way. For all I know I still do.

My writing over these last 5 years has been an adventure. Putting together and sorting out certain portions of it and constructing the dialogue is tedious but important for the characters to portray emotions and visualize the setting/situation for the reader.

Thinking about my education and how my writing is going

I have two advanced degrees: a Bachelor of Science in the physical sciences and a Masters in a social science. After those 4 years of lots of math, physics and all the other coursework dealing with integrating science and technology, I worked for roughly six years in laboratory science-biotech and environmental mainly.   For me it was a dramatic move into graduate school for Library and Information science.

The most difficult part of graduate school the first year was remembering that I could write at all after years of lab reports. I did pretty well once I got into it. I was always good at reading and writing.

Now, Six years after graduate school, I finally have the time to compile this “original piece of work” I have been working on for the last five years in between all the dead-end jobs I have held. It’s definitely fiction and I am labeling it as a manuscript(I think that’s the correct term), but I suppose it will eventually be a novel. Published or not, I am in search of a sense of accomplishment.

Look for my next blog/entry about dialogue.