Ya never know…

See this rocking chair? It’s one of a set. People have tried every year to buy the out from under my parents. Come to visit and you’ll see them seated on them, his king to her queen. Everyone comments on how they wish they had rocking chairs like these. 

Want to know a secret?  My father found them in the trash at his work. Well, not all put together and not painted blue, but he looked in and saw the pieces that somebody else just couldn’t be bothered with and he pulled the out. Put them on the back of his truck and brought them home. He worked on getting the chairs together for a couple of months during the weekends, the odd afternoon after work. He presented them to my mother and she promptly decided they were perfect…save for the fact they needed paint. 
Everyone loves these rockers now. I wonder if the person who threw them away because it wasn’t worth it to fix them has ever seen them?  
My childhood is filled with memories like this. We never had the newest gadgets or flashiest stuff, but what we had was solid, we valued it, and we were proud of ourselves. And we were always on the lookout for what people threw away. Because ya never know, do ya?
My brother came down from the city this weekend for a visit and I had left my notes for a WIP in the bathroom (don’t judge me, they were in my hand and I set them down to get something for someone…you know how it is). He came out with a pensive look on his face. 
“Couldn’t help notice your notes there, Sis”
I braced myself. He pokes fun at what I write all the time. “Yes?”
He cocked his head at me. “Suggestion. The Acadia expulsion wasn’t just about being French.”  And he walked away. 
I think I stood there for about five minutes with my jaw on the floor. One line, one throwaway line from him and a WIP that had been stalled for months, floundering, missing something that I just couldn’t quite find was red-hot and pulsing in my brain. Research lists sprung up, road trips I’d have to take, people to call, maps to draw, houses to plan for sprawling families, it all fell into place from a single sentence that my often-derogatory (when it comes to my writing anyways) brother. Something he might have seen as rubbish and he turned it into gold. Maybe I should show him my ideasore often. 
Ya never know. 

Damn it! Another series!

My father and I have this running joke. Christmas time I buy him a couple o books, hoping to find a couple of single titles. The only problem is, Dad only reads fantasy. The occasional sci-fi but mostly fantasy. Try to find single title fantasy now a days. I dare you.  Then come back here and post the titles for me. PLEASE? Anyway, inevitably I find a series starter for him. He’ll come out of his den halfway through the holidays and glare at me. Muttering. I always ask what’s wrong and he always slams the completed book down on the kitchen table. ‘Another  damn series’ he complains. So I trudge over to the bookstore or library to get him any available books. Sign up for pre-orders if there aren’t any. Which of course is too much fuss over him and ‘not worth it’. Silly man, doesn’t he know I’d cross the Desert of Broken Glass for him?  

So anyway. Dad got me good. Our neighbourhood had a massive garage sale recently. Dad went walkabout and came back with what he calls ‘one o them girl-fighter, vampire-funny books’ (paranormal) he thought I might like.  I should have known by the grin. It was the first in a series. 
Damn it. 
And yes, I went out and bought the rest in the series. What’s the book? Darkfever by Karen Marie Moning. 
Good one Dad. See you next week. 

Guardians of the Galaxy

It is a birthday tradition for my brother and I to go see a movie together. There wasn’t anything we wanted to see in July so we waited for Guardians. I must confess, I did not know anything about these Marvel characters. I found I liked that.
I really enjoyed Star Lord/Peter Quill’s character. He’s not perfect at his job but has messed up enough times to know what to expect and smart enough to bring along tools to adapt. He’s not overly clownish either. And there is a kick-ass female character( Gamora), Bradley Cooper is fantastic as the anger management-rejected Rocket, and I was so taken with Drax’s character I completely missed Nathan Fillion’s cameo. About halfway through the movie I had totally forgotten the comic book origins or trying glean any info on the Avengers new flick. I was caught up in the story. Well played Marvel. Well done. 

Dear Interweb…I am still here

So, before everyone shouts and wags their fingers at me, I already know I’ve been absent a fair bit.

1. Cancer scares abounded. Still don’t know what exactly is wrong with a certain part of my anatomy, so I have to go for more tests, but we’ve eliminated cancer.

2. I had a birthday and it was ugly. My cousin’s wedding was on the day. Lovely ceremony. Hottest day and it was an outdoor wedding at 4pm. That’s when it gets the hottest around here folks. I know I like romance and all but I hate weddings. I’m horrible at weddings. I can only supress my evil side for so long at a wedding and then I have to leave. Because I want to continue to be a participating member of the human race, after all. And I was sweating buckets under my skirt. Not nice.

3. I got a new phone. I know, that doesn’t mean I can ignore my computer, but I take a long time figuring out technology. And I was fighting getting a new phone for so long.


Now, please excuse me, I have to get back to my writer’s block.