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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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I have a release date...and it's THIS FRIDAY!!!!!! The Edge of Nothing will be available in both e-book and paperback... Links and more to come this Friday! There will even be a special reward for my current followers/subscribers. ;) #bookrelease #book #fantasy #ya #indie #author #publishing #novel #trilogy #theedgeofnothing #thelexchronicles #legendsofarameth
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“Sniper No Sniping”
A friend of mine just said that Dora the Explorer was saying “Sniper no sniping” instead of “Swiper no swiping,” and suddenly I thought...
What if Dora’s imagined world full of animal friends and a talking backpack and map is ACTUALLY her attempt to escape a jungle in the wake of her parents being captured by some kind of gang after getting wrapped up in some shady business.
I mean, think about it...
The map could be the directions they gave her to find the safe house in the event something bad happened.
The backpack is her “bug out bag” full of supplies.
Swiper the Fox is a sniper who’s been sent to kill her parents and/or kidnap Dora for ransom, but whenever he gets close and she says “Swiper no swiping,” he just can’t with her innocent pretend stuff and he lets her go out of pity, and she wanders the jungle like it’s some kind of fun adventure, reciting the rhymes her parents taught her and following the landmarks they’ve taught her for how to get to the safe location.
When you have to be up before sunrise...
Also, after making this GIF, I think I’m going to start just saying I have to be up “as early as moon sneeze.” Because why not.
Current state of things.
Random Thoughts on the Hurricane
I don’t really think about how spread out my heart is until I realize that pieces of it live scattered across several states, and all of us are in Irma’s path.
Florida Childhood
I grew up...
in a place where stepping outside meant dodging lizards underfoot, and I learned to step around them on the side away from the bushes, so that I wouldn’t crush them as they ran for cover.
I grew up...
in a place where having a picnic at the park meant sharing my lunch with a gang of squirrels, and probably some ducks and blackbirds.
I grew up...
in a place where ominous skies filled with pitch-black clouds wasn’t cause for concern, it was just another summer afternoon.
I grew up...
in a place where we played in the rain, as long as the lightning was more than 6 miles away, and I learned how to count the seconds between the flash and the bang to know when to go inside.
I grew up...
in a place where I never carried an umbrella, because it would probably rain, and it was easier just to get wet than to carry an umbrella with me literally everywhere.
I grew up...
in a place where every body of water has a predator that can eat you.
I grew up...
in a place where children learn to watch for the glow of the gators’ eyes if they’re outside at night.
I grew up...
in a place where the sun can take temperatures from 40 degrees to 90 in a matter of hours, and winter really only lasts about 2 weeks sometime in January/February.
I grew up...
in a place where the heat can literally cook an egg on the sidewalk, but rather than stay inside we hydrate and keep going.
I grew up...
in a place where the apocalypse becomes a real possibility for about 5 months out of the year (it’s called Hurricane season), but we don’t leave unless we have to, because this is our home.
I grew up...
in a place where nature is all around, and wild, and the people rise to meet the challenge.
I grew up...
in Florida.
Me to normal person: My bird went missing from the porch.
Normal person 1: Maybe it got out when you opened the door and you didn't see it.
Normal person 2: Are you sure the cat didn't get it?
Normal person 1: We'll keep an eye out for it. Hope you find it!
Me to writer friends: My bird went missing from the porch.
Writer friend 1: I wonder if your bird is having a good time in Wonderland.
Writer friend 2: It either stepped through a looking glass or fell down a rabbit hole.
Me: Well, there is a *small* possibility the cat got it, or it got outside, but there's no sign of a struggle or anything and I didn't see it fly past me.
Writer friend 2: YOUR BIRD IS A SECRET AGENT.
Nighttime driving
A thing doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful.
so I live in florida and this is all that’s been popping up on my facebook feed
Floridians in a nutshell
Nineteen Years Later
After dropping the kids off at King’s Cross, Harry and Ginny head back to the taxi with Lily.
“I hope he remembered to pack that new underwear I got him,” Ginny says, fidgeting with the seatbelt. It’s one of the few Muggle contraptions that are still a complete mystery for her; no wizarding form of transportation uses seatbelts. Her daughter helps her, rolling her eyes. “It was lying out on his bed this morning.”
“If he does, we can just owl it to him with a howler screaming, ‘YOU FORGOT YOUR UNDERWEAR!’ A great way to make new friends.” Harry glances at the teeming parking behind him as the cab inches away. “Wonder why King’s Cross was so packed with Muggles today. It’s not usually this crowded.”
Ginny stares at him. “Harry, it’s because of you.”
“What?”
“Those books about you. The Muggles love them. They came here because they knew we’d be here today.”
“I don’t understand,” Harry says. “The Muggles think those books are fiction. Why would they come all the way out here if they don’t believe I’m real?”
Ginny lays her hand on his arm, and the twinkle in her eyes reminds him of someone he knew long ago. “Well, as someone wise once said, just because it’s happening inside their heads doesn’t mean it’s not real.”
soul mates
you listened to me sing my heart-song
and instead of asking me to be quiet
you joined in to sing with me
