Quote Challenge Day 1

Susie is a friendly neighborhood blogger who named me to participate in a quote challenge she was given yesterday. Thanks, Susie! I’m always up for some good quotes, so here goes:

Day 1: “There is another life I might have had, but I am having this one.” –Kazuo Ishiguro

I first read this at my quote hub, Dancing My Way Through Life, Loss, and Books. Stasy always shares amazing quotes! Spoiler alert: all of my quotes will probably  be from her.

Here are the rules of the challenge:

  1. Thank the blogger who nominated you.
  2. Publish 3 quotes on 3 consecutive days in your blog. It can be your own, or from a book, movie or from anyone who inspires you.
  3. Nominate 3 more bloggers to carry on this endeavour.

Everyone is of course welcome to participate, once, twice, or all three days–even forever, if you can do that. But I’ll actually pick some people here:

  1. Cheryl
  2. Abbi
  3. Karmen

Neapolitan, the Number One Hit of the Day

Since we’re now on round two, I’m sharing my first challenge submission. The assignment was suspense genre, located at a radio station headquarters, and including the object an ice cream scooper. Do leave feedback, please!

​Hector sat at his desk and stared at the piles of paperwork before him. Seriously? he thought. Wasn’t technology supposed to clean all of this mess up? He sighed and bent to his work. Running a radio station was more trouble than it was worth sometimes.

​A crash sounded from the reception area, followed by another, and another, this one louder than the rest. Hector knit his brow and rose, pushing his chair back. He tried to peek through the blinds over his office window, but the angle was bad. As he walked around his desk to open the door, Barbara burst in, disheveled and crying.

​“Barbara?” Hector had never seen her anything but calm, cool, and collected. He reached out to steady her, and she collapsed into his chest, sobbing.

​“I don’t know what happened. I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know…” she trailed off into more tears.

​Hector was on red alert at this point; he settled Barbara into one of his waiting chairs and set a box of tissues on her lap before edging out of his office with no idea of what to expect.

​One of the potted ferns in the lobby was overturned, loose dirt scattered across the carpet like a bizarre, dark constellation. Just a little closer, and I can see if Bev is okay.

​Bev was not okay. She was crouched behind the remains of her desk, a portable bar that Hector had found on clearance and liked the look of. The sneer on her face was directed at a bag from the nearest fast food joint.

​Hector was becoming more and more confused and less and less sure of himself, as a station owner, and as a judge of character. He’d personally done all the hiring. But really, nobody has a handbook for employees who’ve become unhinged by their cheeseburger. At least she doesn’t have a gun. He hoped.

​Bev didn’t have a gun. When Hector’s toe nudged a pen, the noise startled her into looking up at him. She brandished her weapon, an ice cream scooper.

An ice cream scooper? I’m getting back into insurance when this is all over, thought Hector.

​The sudden, blaring da-da-da of the phone off the hook broke the silence in the room.

​“Bev, everything all right in here? “ Hector asked, more timidly than he intended. “I see the fern fell over. You okay?”

​“It’s not okay at all!” Bev was screaming, and tightened her crouch, becoming nearly fetal. “Look at this mess!

​Hector was relieved that she was no longer pointing the ice cream scooper at him, but he was in no way comfortable with the direction this confrontation was heading. If Barbara hadn’t made this mess, and Hector would never assume that she had, the only person left out here was Bev. He turned his head to look through the glass to the broadcast room. The lunchtime DJ, Randy, put his hands up and slowly shook his head as if to say I don’t know a thing.

​The blinds were closed to the remaining office, so Hector had no way of knowing what was going on with Steve, his ad manager. He turned his focus back on Bev.

​Palms out and eyebrows raised in reassurance, he took his time kneeling amidst the wreckage in front of Bev.

​“I see the mess, Bev, and we’ll take care of it. Don’t worry. Why don’t you go ahead and take the rest of the day. It’s Thursday already, so just take a long weekend, okay? I’ll get this cleaned up and back how it was and—“

​Bev leapt from the floor, uncurling like a cat, pouncing on Hector and knocking him to the ground. She wrapped her left hand around his throat and dug her claws in as she held the ice cream scooper to his eye socket and hissed wordlessly in anger.

​Randy double-checked the lock on his door.

​Hector’s first instinct was to bat away the weapon as his knee went for her crotch. The knee didn’t have any effect on Bev, but her attention followed her ice cream scooper as it flew into the one and only gold record on display, something Hector had picked up secondhand and spray-painted. The glass shattered raining shards onto the still-vertical potted fern.

​Bev cocked her head as if reading the matrix in the reflected fluorescent light. When Hector saw that she was distracted, he pushed her to the left, pinning her underneath his greater weight.

​He looked down, and the crazed light went out of Bev’s eyes, and she seemed completely normal again as she apologized.

​“Hector, I’m so sorry.”

​He was opening his mouth to reassure her one last time as she grabbed a chunk of glass, slicing her palm to the bone, and slit his throat. As his blood washed over her, Bev laughed. Hector slumped to the ground beside her, his eyes already glazed in death.

​Randy looked on in horror.

​Bev wriggled from underneath Hector’s corpse and dropped the piece of glass she had murdered with. She took two steps to retrieve her ice cream scooper.

​When the police showed up, ninety seconds later, she pointed the scooper at them, whispering “Bang!” 

​Randy ducked, fearing the worst, but the first officer in identified her weapon as a mostly harmless dessert utensil and quickly disarmed her.

​As they cuffed her and walked her to the cruiser, Steve exited the bathroom after flushing the remainder of the LSD he had put into Bev’s cheeseburger and hour before.

​“You should have given me that raise,” he whispered toward Hector’s body. “I didn’t know this would happen, but it’s been so much more enjoyable than what I imagined.”


30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 19

How long have I been working on this ’30 day’ challenge, anyway?

Oh, I’m not doing so bad after all–I started August 13. So I’m a couple weeks behind. I wonder where I’ll be by the time I I finish.

Day 19: Discuss your first love.

My first love was reading. 

I learned to read when I was two. Probably a relief to my parents.

I’ve devoured thousands of books. I can’t help myself. Must read more.

I read favorites over and over. I remember when Orson Scott Card released a second edition of Treason. The original is A Planet Called Treason; when I read the second one I paused over and over when I found the edits, and I’m sure I found them all, I read that book so much.

I always read the most books in my class when we would have the summer or semester reading contests. I read fast.

I love reading. 

Don’t you?


30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 18

Day 18: Post thirty facts about yourself.

  1. I have been working too much and am suffering from fiction withdrawals.
  2. My favorite thing to listen to is silence.
  3. I have twelve current piercings and zero tattoos.
  4. My favorite movie is Mad Max: Fury Road.
  5. I like Golden Oreos better than regular Oreos.
  6. I have about 300 bottles of nail polish, which is pretty puny compared to the originator of this challenge.
  7. I have sewn absolutely nothing for myself this year.
  8. I did not vote in the 2008 US Presidential election.
  9. I am a certified fingerprinter.
  10. My favorite salt is Brittany.
  11. I dropped out of college after one month of intermittent attendance.
  12. I prefer to drive a standard to an automatic.
  13. I really love asparagus.
  14. I do not have a passport.
  15. I am terrible at keeping in touch.
  16. I prefer showers to baths.
  17. I adore preparing extravagant meals.
  18. I do not clean as I go.
  19. This blog is the best thing I have ever made.
  20. I love playing board games.
  21. I love hiking.
  22. I get very grumpy when my hair feels dirty.
  23. I love making lists.
  24. I love making memes.
  25. I have no idea what my favorite book is.
  26. Today my favorite color is orange.
  27. I would rather be cold than hot because I have a heat allergy.
  28. My mother sent me to Girl Scout Camp once, and it was horrible because I’m so shy.
  29. I prefer to sleep on my left side.
  30. I can wiggle my ears.

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 17

Day 17: Post about your zodiac sign and whether or not it fits you.

I found these here:

Taurus and Independence:

Taurus is not the one who ventures out into the unknown and leads the way, Taurus is the one that will follow the leader and strengthen and build upon the discovered, in other words they are the one that will “dot the I’s and cross the T’s”. This perseverance is given to them by their stubborn streak. Taurus stubborn streak is what gives their independence. They like to do things their way. They are perfectly fine on being alone, this way things get done they way they want them to be done. Taurus is not a follower, but they are not the brave one either. Taurus is perfectly independent. With their perseverance, they get things done and can do quite well for themselves.

I think it’s pretty cool that I googled ‘Taurus’ and the first astrology link had this, because it really is me.

I’m not big on initiating projects that involve anyone else, but yep, if someone else starts it, I’ll chime in with improvements.

But I do like to do thing my way. And I’m just fine doing them by myself, because yep, then it gets done how I want it without me having to explain step by step.

And I like to think I persevere. I have done pretty well posting every day since June. 

Deep Inside:

Taurus are not fond of change. In fact, is change is imminent, they get very nervous and worried. They do not like anything new because anything new is unknown and Taurus fears the unknown. Taurus needs order in their lives and when they do not have order, they get very anxious. Taurus will cut themselves off from the unfamiliar in order to avoid the feelings of insecurity that arise when new experiences and situations are present. Taurus do not express their feelings openly and their inner self is contained and secretive. Many people do not know how sensitive Taurus really is, they hide it well. As a result, they are often emotionally hurt when the wrong things are said, they take things too personally sometimes. Taurus avoids talking about their emotions and many people never really know how they feel.

This is definitely me. I’m not a fan of change, and I do get anxious about it. And the unknown is scary. And I do take things too personally. 

An interesting prompt, getting me to look that up. It’s always cool when who I am and who I’m supposed to be, for whatever reason, actually match up.


30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 16

Day 16: Something I miss

Um, I miss the rains
Down in Africa; and the
Michigan summers

When I was, say, 8-15, my sister and I would spend our summers in Michigan with our dad and stepmom.

We spent a lot of time at Dow Gardens, and we went to farmers markets and square dances and fishing and swimming and day camps.

I miss that.