Three Line Tales

When the moon is this orange it is a night to go out looking for toad stools.

It seems like the perfect time for the dew to glisten on the caps of the fungi.

Be careful not to snack while out hunting, you may eat a bad mushroom and not make it home.

Twittering Tales #162

Blue Bubble Guy: My arm is killing me. Why did I even agree to this activity? Oh yeah, I didn’t. They call this team building? I call it “I am getting annoyed!” 

Red Bubble Gal: I am so psyched to be here! I can’t wait until they call on me to share! This stuff is so fun and I am so happy to work with such nice people! Wait until they hear my response. I bet no one here has the same unique experiences I do. It will be fun to listen to the others. The guy next to me keeps moaning. Says his arm is getting tired. Lol! I could do this all day! 

Aqua Bubble Gal: Yeah, this is fun. I hope it doesn’t take too long. Chicky next to me is loving it! Wait until she has to change jobs a bunch of times and do this over and over! I wonder what time we get lunch? This guy next to me, he thinks this is great. Probably his first time getting paid to play a game! 

Orange Bubble Guy: Haha, they do this kind of stuff at work? During the work day? I like this! I have to tell my buddies that I get paid to play team games when I go to work! Haha, they will be so jealous! I don’t think the guy at the end is having fun. Looks like his arm is killing him. Oh well, bring it on! I could do this all day! 

From my desk: 11/12/2019

Two days ago, I had to struggle through my son’s twentieth birthday in Heaven. No matter how it is phrased, no matter what my faith tells me, it makes no sense to me. Today I sat and thought about people who die when they have an illness. Why do they have to be sick? We don’t know. They say God knows. When we see people, we love, suffer any sort of sickness it hurts. When someone who is sick dies, people often say that the person is in a better place. What place is better than with people who love them?

Where do I go with this? When someone dies in an accident can one say they are in a better place? What do you say to yourself or someone else to make them find peace? Is there any peace in death? If my faith is true, then both my husband and my son are in a better place. Wherever they are they are free of emotional and physical pain, they are living in perfection, they are engulfed with peace.

Through my blogging, I have met some people who have been what I have been through. Losing a spouse is a horrible, lonely thing. All the plans are thrown to the wind. All the growing old is no longer happening. Being married long enough for people to say, “Wow! That is a long time!”, doesn’t exist. Losing a child is so different. It is a loss that feels endless, that feels like it engulfs your whole being and tries to swallow it in one bite. It is a physical pain in your heart that you feel like you could grab and take out of your body and physically hold. I wish I could do that. I would throw it as far as I could and run in the other direction.

My situation is a bit different than others; in thirteen months my life was tossed twice! If you or someone you know is hurting, send them my way, I feel better each time I talk to someone about how I feel. If there is nothing else that can help, support can at least lessen some of the immediate pain.

Peace to you all and my hopes for your health and happiness.

V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #72

Wish

My Wish 

Once I wished I could climb to the top of the highest mountain.  

When I got there, I wished I could soar through the clouds like an eagle. 

While soaring, I wished I could dive into the ocean and catch a large fish for dinner. 

After catching the fish and letting him go, I wished I could swim to a beautiful coral reef to see the clownfish. 

Once I saw the clownfish, I wished I could have that beautiful fish at my home.  

That wish can’t come true. 

I have to leave that clownfish in his own home. 

He needs his home to survive.  

My house cannot meet his needs. 

I wish that I lived on the side of an ocean where I could have an underwater bedroom with a glass window to see the fish swim by. 

I wish all of the clownfish could know that they should swim by my window, where they would be safe. 

Writing Prompt #45

My Favorite Pie

Back when my kids were little and I worked nights, I spent at least one day a week making pies. I made pies for a small coffee shop. They would buy my pies, which people raved about.

When I first started making the pies I realized I needed my own crust. I didn’t realize that crusts are unique and that people who love pie know the difference between a Pilsbury pie crust and homemade. So I went about making my crusts. I tried just about every kind out there. Some with water and oil, some with shortening, some just butter, some with vanilla extract…you name it and I tried it. Why did I try so many? To be honest, because I wanted to find one that tasted really good but was really easy to make.

Anyhow, I made pies every week for quite a few months. One day one of my pies didn’t set up. I can’t remember if it was chocolate cream pie or something like that. The owner of the shop was furious! Well, I can’t tell if it doesn’t set until it is cut into! It looked good. At the time I was selling pies for about $5 each, which was a big rip off! Anyhow, the owner complained to his wife who then told me that he was mad. I think I made pies once more for them and then stopped. It wasn’t worth all my time and effort.

My favorite of all to eat and to make is a blueberry pie with a buttery topping that melts in your mouth!

From my desk: 11/11/2019

Firstly, Happy Veterans day to all veterans.

Secondly, I have Vertigo. It sucks. I’m at the clinic now. I wish I was home blogging!

Have a peaceful day!

Hermit Crab’s Friends

This children’s picture book is currently being sent out in query letters to literary agents for publishing.

FOWC with Fandango

official

My dream

In my dream there is an email in my inbox. The email is from one of the literary agents I have sent a query letter to. I look at the email with some suspicion. Am I prepared for another rejection? If I get my hopes up and it is another rejection it is that much farther I fall. If I maintain a negative attitude and wait until tomorrow to open this email am I holding off my success?

Oh, it is killing me to sit with my finger hovering over the enter key, knowing my cursor is already on the email to open it. Slowly, I press the enter key. The email loads. It starts out the same, “thank you for your interest in our agency”, but instead of “we are sorry” the emails says “we would like to talk to you further about representing you and your picture book!” OMG! Am I really reading this! It is official! My first offer for representation.

Then suddenly my eyes flutter open. Just a dream. I think I need to go back to sleep.