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Yeah, maybe it does have something to do with Michael, but even the psychiatrist agreed that she may be reflecting her fears or whatever in a way that is unhealthy for a woman her age.” TJ paused and stared down at her hands, fidgeting. “Her insanity chased Dad away.”

Mrs. Lowther had lost her husband decades ago and each time TJ brought up her missing father she felt a little guilty. Mrs. Lowther was in her 80s. A librarian for the city for nearly 50 years or more, TJ often came to her for advice when dealing with family issues, school problems or just growing up. TJ spent enough time at the library researching crime scene books and escaping from life that the two had become quite the pair. Mrs. Lowther was almost like a grandmother to TJ. She was the only person TJ felt she could truly confide. Someone she did not fear calling The Department of Child Protective Services and having her family torn apart, more than it already was, when talking about her mother’s insecurities. 

You don’t really believe that, do you, dear?” Mrs. Lowther said quietly, looking into TJ’s blue-grey eyes as they filled with tears. 

“Yeah, I do and I hate her for it,” she said through gritted teeth as the tears started to fall. “But I know there is no changing the past.” TJ sighed heavily. “I just wish she’d be more like a normal mom. I mean, sometimes I feel like Jane in that Peter Pan movie; I’m the only voice of reason in this family.” TJ sat up a little straighter after having slumped into her chair and wiped her tears with the back of her sleeve. Forcing a little smile she looked up at Mrs. Lowther across the table. The elderly woman was smiling sweetly back at her and it warmed her all over. Her smiles calmed her like music to the beast. Why couldn’t she be her mother? Or even her grandmother?

“Well,” Mrs. Lowther chuckled, “you do remember what happened to Jane in that movie, don’t you?”

“What, you mean when she got kidnapped by imaginary pirates?”

“No,” Mrs. Lowther smiled, her eyes twinkling. “She found a reason to believe.”

This is one of my favorite references in the story I’ve been working on and wanted to share it with you. Feedback is welcome. It has not been fully edited so critiques on punctuation are not necessary at this point, thanks. Yes, I believe in faeries. What do you believe in?

Until next time; much love to ewe!

SkADaMo 10 & gift peek

A close up of another gift in progress.

A close up of another gift in progress.

A quick peek of the last gift I crocheted before it was done. Don’t want to go giving it away, or anything. ^_~ I will tell you it is a hat, I created the hat itself but the embellishments and basic idea of the hat came from a Repeat Crafter Me pattern. If you crochet or crockery pot and haven’t come across Sarah before, you must go see her site. She’s amazing!

Creating characters. Which is your favorite?

Creating characters. Which is your favorite?

Also, it’s day 10 of Sketch A Day Month and I’ve decided to go with practice sketches for characters of my family that I hope to use in a comic very soon. I need to nail the style I’m looking for so this may take a while.

The novel I hinted to in earlier posts has been read through, and there will be a lot of edits, but I’m ready to get back to writing. I may be too far behind for NaNoWriMo, at least to win it, but I plan to continue using it as my inspiration. If you write and are looking for word wars, there is a great Facebook group called Wordcount Warriors whom hold wars on a schedule and as needed basis. There are members from all over the world in this group and so many different genres, you’d be sure to find the help you seek.

A novel, a portrait, and gifts galore!

A sneak peek at the final attempt of gift 3.

A sneak peek at the final attempt of gift 3.

I don’t even recall getting a chance to open my novel today. I may end up having to play catch up on the writing next month and just focus on gift making and Sketch A Day this month. It’s harder than I thought it would be taking care of my family as well as taking on these challenges. The large portrait has been asked to be delivered tomorrow so my last chance to work on it is tonight and it’s a bit past 11:30 PM already. With my wee ones waking with the sun, I’ve not much time to finish this gift, and the portrait before heading to bed. I’ll see what I can do with the novel and keep you posted. I’m eager to finish it this year, whether this month or next.

In the meantime, as promised, a snippet of the novel in question:

The air stood still. It was as if the world had stopped and she was the only one moving. She edged closer to the shed and could feel her heart beating against her chest as though it wanted to burst out. She was scared. Everything seemed to freeze suddenly. Ruth could see her breath as she tried to keep her breathing slow and steady in order to calm her racing pulse.
Ruth ’s heart was racing. What was she going to say? What would she do? Who could possibly be in her shed? She paused outside the door and edged around to peer inside through the crack in the door. A black mass passed just in front of the door and she jumped back. She was so scared she wasn’t sure she’d be able to find her voice. Then she glanced over her shoulder to see TJ looking through the curtains on the back door.

“Suck it up,” Ruth told herself, “or you may just lose two more babies like you did the last one.” She clicked on the flashlight. “Hey, who ever’s in there, you don’t belong! I have a gun and I’ve called the cops! They’re on their way!”

Whoever was in the shed shifted and knocked something over. There was a loud clatter as objects hit the floor. Her heart skipped a beat and she jumped again and had to try to catch her breath. She held the flashlight towards the door with both hands to simulate holding a flashlight as well as a gun in case whoever it was stepped out to face her, not knowing otherwise. As her heart regained its racing pace she stepped in front of the shed still holding the flashlight up in front of her. There was silence. It was almost deafening it was so quiet. Nothing moved. There wasn’t even the sound of insects in the trees and grass.

Taking a deep breath and realizing she could still hear, she hollered out again. “I said I have a gun and the cops have been notified! You can stay in there and wait for them to arrive or you can leave now!”

The door creaked open slowly pouring light out onto the path where Ruth stood and the garden beyond. Taking a step back, she shielded her eyes from the light and then realizing her mistake thrust her hands back together at the flashlight. A large shadow blocked out the light and stretched out across the garden.

“RUTH ANN O’NEIL,” a deep voice growled out her name sending a shiver up her spine.

“Wh-who’s there?” she asked unsteady now and taking another step back. She thought she recognized that voice.

“RUTH ANN O’NEIL,” it growled again. The sound was deep, throaty, like that of a dog but human enough to speak. The silhouette standing in the door was of a human shape so it obviously wasn’t a dog. Was she hearing things?

To read more, stay tuned. Much love to ewe!