Writing Prompt #I

What would you do if you woke up tomorrow back in the seventh grade, and all the past years between then was a dream?

If I woke up in 2002, I would first stop my two year psychotic crush on a teacher. No wait, I wouldn’t stop that, it lead to a great story idea in eighth grade for an English assignment. One thing I’ve learned from Doctor Who is changing the past can be good, but it can also change who we are now.

I would however it more effort into my health though. I allowing me to skip my three month stint in the hospital in 2009. It would also give me the opportunity to indulge in a guilty little secret of mine. Not many people, if any, know that I’ve always wanted to join one of the armed forces. Marines specifically, always liked the uniform and they are the best of the best. Great-grandfather was in the Army but Marines was always more appealing.

Let’s see…what else? I’d be nicer to a few people and practice the clarinet a bit more. Really I wouldn’t make any bigger changes because I would be too paranoid about how it would change my family, who seem happy with their current lives.

Widowed

I have posted this before, but in light of Veterans’ Day I thought it would be nice to post again.

Widowed

Lightning flashes as Kitt Raynes sits on her beat-up porch swing, listening to the rain pelt down on the tin awning. “You were born in the middle of a thunderstorm, you know?” She glanced down at the sleeping baby in her arms and gently readjusted the pink blanket to fit more snugly. “I still can’t believe your here with me. Charlie, I miss you so much.” Tears she held in for so long, now flowed freely.

On the seat next to her sits her husband’s best friend and a member of the Casualty Assistance Calls department. Mark and a Navy Chaplain arrived on her doorstep a little over a week ago with the news of Charlie’s death. The loss of her soul-mate had sent Kitt into labor, before she could even process the idea of being a single-mother.

Charlie Little Raynes was born as thunder clapped at 2345, one exact day from her father’s death. Named after the father she will never meet, and will attend her first funeral before she is even a month old. “Kitt, are you sure you can do this? I think everyone would understand your absence and it really isn’t the best place for Charlie Little.”

“Mark, I love you for being with me through all of this but Charlie’s unit is going to be there…and his parents who don’t even know about Charlie Little. I have to go, for them and myself. We need to support each other and I have to have this closure.” Kitt said as she wiped the river of tears away. “I just have one request, seven gunmen. My great-grandfather only had three. Every shot was another stab to my heart. Three shots are better than seven.”

“Yes ma’am, I have all seven boys ready to go.” He pulled Kitt closer to him as they watched the storm in silence for the rest of the evening.

Writing News Pop In

Just popping in to say hi, “Hi.” My new book is coming out soon and I’m ecstatic. I’ve had some really good feedback from it and can’t wait to share it with everyone.

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Yesterday, I was recognized by a Facebook friend as an author for the first time.

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She is reading my first book, “Touchdown Interruption,” and saw a post on my page. It was so cool. Not that I need the validation or anything, I just thought it was AWESOME!

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I have three books in progress at the moment. The novella, “The Perfect Murder,” should be out soon. I’m hoping for next month or so, but not quite sure yet.

The Perfect Murder

A little taste of #TPM:

August 12, 2015
Missouri Board of Parole
1479 East Hendrickson Drive
Osceola, Missouri 64728

To Board Members,
The following comes from the office of Doctor Jade Monroe. Doctor Monroe works in accordance with Missouri State Penitentiary as a psychologist to inmates and officers. She has been working with inmates from Women’s State Penitentiary #301 in Osceola, Missouri for the past five years. During this time, she has made a few discoveries into the mind of criminals.
In the particular case of Inmate #2149857, Abigail Maxion. Doctor Monroe would like to provide the following notes from her sessions with Maxion. In light of her impending parole, Doctor Monroe would like to submit these for consideration against release.
During her sessions, Maxion has shown no remorse for the known murders and has led Doctor Monroe to be there maybe more. Doctor Monroe also believes, from the lack of remorse and unwillingness to reveal the other victims, that Abigail Maxion is not ready for release.
Doctor Monroe, wishes for her notes to be read before a decision is made.

Thank you for your time.

Dr. Jade Monroe Ph.d

Dr. Jade Monroe Ph.d

“The Price of War,” is an on going project that I am hoping to publish in December, but might have to push it back a bit. This book just doesn’t want to cooperate at the moment but it will be published!

The Price of War

The third book I’m working on has a title, but it is subject to change. I like the title but not sure about it. For right now it is called, “Crap…I’m a Vampire.” It’s still in the early stages, only four chapters so far.

#Musical Monday Review #10: White Christmas

Sorry it’s a day late, I’ve been busy and completely forgot. Here it is though.

Overview: 2 army buddies decide to start a singing duo and after a few years, they become big time producers. While auditioning acts for their show, they meet a couple of sisters who have gotten themselves in a bit of a bind with the sheriff. Davis, the more outgoing of the two, decides to help the girls out and gives them the boys’ train tickets to New York, so they can make their next gig in Vermont and get away from the sheriff. Giving them time to make their getaway, the boys dress up and dance the girls’ last number and then literally run onto the train. Having to buy new tickets, Davis talks Wallace into unknowingly follow the girls to Vermont, where they find their beloved old general running an abandoned ski lodge. It might be the middle of winter with Christmas right around the corner, but there’s been no snow since Thanksgiving so business is bad. The boys decide to help out, and bring their whole show down from New York and hold it there. In the beginning there was some attraction between the boys and the sisters, and as time wore on they grew closer, falling for one another in the end. The show is a big hit, it packs in the patrons, and a miracle happens: it begins to snow.

Review: I know its not Christmas, but I love watching Christmas movies out of season. And I’ve always had a thing for Irving Berlin’s deep voice, so of course I’m in love with this musical. It is a bit dry in places but still great. The songs and dancing are so elegant and refined compared to some of the works put out today. The sets can be a bit hokey, like in 7 Brides for 7Brothers, but still beautiful for the time period it was made in. Plus the army has always held a small part of my heart, that’s where my great-grandpa spent WWII. I guess each family picks their favorite branch of the military, but I digress.

In “Choreography,” we get a look at the differences between dance and choreography. It gives us a bit of the contemporary dance and how dance evolved from tap and…show tunes (for lack of the term I cannot think of, maybe it’s Broadway).

I’m not sure if I could say I have a favorite, of course the title song is beautiful, but it’s cliche to say that it is my favorite. If I had to pick a favorite, I would have to go with “What can you do for a General?” It’s a sweet song about how when men, specifically generals, come home from war go unemployed because they don’t have much in the way of previous work history or civilian working skills. It is a short song but it shines some light to what our boys still go through. The song also reminds me of another favorite song from the “Sound of music,” How Do you Solve a Problem like Maria?

Now any song where the four sing together is sublime, they are probably the best quartet I’ve heard and I love barbershop quartets. It’s enough to give you goosebumps.