I just don’t understand the notion that anyone’s God would condone, let alone encourage, murder of innocent people. How does a person get to the point they would even think this way?
Hate, and all things relatable, is nothing more than a waste of energy, time, and innocent lives.
It unfortunately, as witnessed yesterday, deprives the world of potentials. Potential families, children, doctors, lawmakers, Nobel peace prize winners, world leaders… so many lost potentials.
It sickens me.
Who really knows the extent of what this world has lost over the years at the hands of terrorists? Yesterday’s attack on Paris may have quieted the very brain that was on the brink of discovering a cure for cancer. Or the heart that was the future love of your child’s life. Or the hands who were meant to gently hold your parents or grandparents as they transition on to Heaven.
And this one horrifically tragic day, among many in the last fourteen years and beyond, is for what reason?
There really is no real reason. None that are logical, reasonable, or even understandable.
And that also sickens me.
Many, many prayers for Paris.
Because I have the best boss in the world 🙂 I’ve been able to take this week off from work to focus on book 02. I’ve rewritten most of the first 30 chapters and am now closer to chapter 40 or so. It’s time to share some of the fun I’ve been having. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it…
There are times in life when the stars and the moon and all the planets align in perfect unison and everything is right with the world. Harmony and peace are abundant, the grass is as green as the sky is blue, and happiness is flowing from every pore of every molecule possible. I imagined a small group of people sitting around in a circle, holding hands, and singing Kumbaya.
And that reminded me that although I had always heard the reference about sitting around singing Kumbaya, I only found out recently it’s a religious song. Well, who the hell knew that? Obviously, not me. I thought I clearly remembered the song being in the animated movie The Lion King. Turns out I was wrong again, that song was the Circle of Life.
And that is how I knew the freakin’ moon and the freakin’ stars weren’t aligned and I wasn’t singing the Lion King song, because things WEREN’T right with the world and I WASN’T freakin’ harmonized or peaceful! I was freakin’ MAD.
“Ma’am, follow the light please”, said a perfectly innocent doctor as he aimed a small flashlight into my eyes. I followed the damn light, but I didn’t do it happily. He checked for what I assumed were signs of a concussion, but of course he didn’t tell me that, hence the assumption. “So, you checking for a concussion?” I asked bitterly and knew I shouldn’t take out my anger on the poor doctor, but as he was the one currently in my face, he was the one getting my attitude. “Yes, I am”, he replied all perkily.
“Think you should, maybe, oh I don’t know. Communicate that to me? Tell me what it is your doing to me and maybe even tell me what it is you might be looking for?” I stopped and gave him ample time to recover. When he didn’t, well, my attitude was peeking out from my torn pantyhose, slithering up and around my back and slamming straight through my brain to my mouth in less time than it took him to say, “What?”
“What is with you damn men that you haven’t heard of communication? Women do it all the time. We’ve heard of Alexander Graham Bell and Steve Jobs and actually, those may be the people who taught us to over-communicate. But you wouldn’t know about that, now would ya?” His mouth agape probably wondering if I had hit my head so hard I was delusional, or possibly contemplating if this was a normal personality trait of mine. I decided to keep him guessing, “Do you even know we have texting now? You can write a sentence directly on your phone and hit send. It’s that easy. Or maybe men are not taught basic sentence structure in school?”
An EMT worker walked up to the doctor and curious by the look on his face, she asked, “Doc? She cleared?” The doctor appeared to force his gaze from mine, as if the EMT worker interrupted a session with the gorilla who speaks through sign language and handing her the clipboard he said, “Yes. She’s fine” and walked away.
I just stared after him while the EMT worker checked her clipboard for my information. “I’m Amber, can you tell me your name?” I did, and answered her questions about my address, insurance information, and phone number. “Well,” Amber said looking around, “what happened here anyway? Besides the obvious, that is.” City workers were everywhere now as the Fire Department, Police Department, and medical personnel were attending to the areas that required their expertise. Media and all the onlookers were cordoned off each side of the block. “I’m not sure”, I told her, “all I remember is a loud bang and then I found myself on the ground.” I had a mental flash of the person who put me on the ground, too, and it did nothing to appease my attitude.
“Yeah, I heard you were tackled by that hunky guy over there?” She looked towards the side alley and I followed her gaze. Coming out of the building was Graham, all 6’1” of him. Had I been thinking clearly, I would have noticed he had lost a little weight, weight he really couldn’t afford to lose, but that his muscle was more defined.
The faded pair of jeans he was wearing looked tight around his thigh muscles as he walked, and the t-shirt, although under a light jacket, left little to the imagination. But I wasn’t thinking clearly at all, and the reason for that was on his arm. A very sexy, long-legged, beautifully olive-skinned woman was holding onto Graham’s arm for dear life and all I wanted to do was claw her lovely eyes out. As I watched their tender exchange, Graham’s face inches from hers as they walked and he whispered something, probably letting her know everything was going to be ok, I noticed movement behind them. There was a brief moment of recognition at the gentleman leaning against the building watching Graham just like I did. I couldn’t place him, but he definitely looked vaguely familiar in his black leather trench coat.
I remembered Amber’s question, managed to mumble a yes, and as we both continued to watch Graham she replied, “Hmmm, a tackle from that? Sign me up.”
Happy Bloggin’ Ya’ll…
The contest to win an autographed copy of ALL TUCKED INN ends tonight. Go to http://www.mindyshelton.net to sign up!! Good Luck!!
Ok, everyone…it’s contest time!! Who wants to name Book Two? I just can’t come up with it and my brain wants to work on that instead of writing the book 😦 Please don’t get upset if I can’t use your proposed title, but let’s give it a shot. The person who names Book Two (if it’s not ME!) will receive a signed paperback of Book One and Book Two!! Now, here’s the part to consider…this new book is the continuation of the Elizabeth Burke Thriller Series. It’s set (mostly) in NYC. There are gangs, murder, undercover FBI, Lizzie (Junior in college) and her drama clubs friends, and of course, her family at All Tucked Inn…that’s all I should reveal at this point. Do we keep “All” as the first word in the title for continuity? What do you guys think? **By the way, if you’re shy and want to keep your suggestion private, please email me at Mindy@mindyshelton.net
On your mark….get set….goooooooooo!! Get those creative juices flowing!
Happy Bloggin Ya’ll!
And we can’t forget the classic…Dad, I’m thirsty. Hi, thirsty, I’m Friday, come over Saturday and we’ll have a Sunday. 🙂
I love each and every Dad joke out there, but only because my Dad has said them all and more. Share your Dad Jokes…let’s start a support group.
Watch the parody here. Great job kids!!
Happy Bloggin’ Ya’ll!!
Are you a reader who then promptly posts reviews? Would you like a free copy of a thriller suspense novel?? And if enjoyed, you raise your right hand and promise to leave a review on Goodreads (and/or Amazon if it’ll let you?)…
If so, you’ve come to the right place. Now, those willing, please email me at Mindy@mindyshelton.net and provide your email address. I’ll promptly send you a PDF of the book. That’s it! Easy peasey, my friends.
Yes, while September means different things to different people, I think most of us are happy to see it arrive. To some people, it’s the last month of the government fiscal year, which means a ton of work to close the books. To others, it means relief from the brutal summer sun and the welcoming of colorful leaves and cooler temperatures.
And yeah, yeah…all that is good…But to me?? Bring on the FOOTBALL!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here are the teams represented in my family:
HAPPY BLOGGIN’ YA’LL!!