Hiya, Welcome back to PEP! I actually didn’t get to last week’s baking as when I went to do it, I realized I didn’t have a couple of the necessary ingredients. Add to that, the fact I was starting my new part time job I got for the holidays-gotta bring in extra money- and I just couldn’t get up the enthusiasm to go through my cook books, I have several, and find another baking recipe I had all of the ingredients for. As such, I’ll probably be making two this week around my random schedule. I’m going to keep up my weekly posts but I may have to explore the scheduled posts and write on Sundays, as I’ve guaranteed myself weekends off as I’ve grown quite accustomed to that after 3 ½ years in retail a few years ago. But we’ll see, it all depends. I won’t say who it is I’m working for the season at least, except that it is back in retail but not for one of the giant corporations.
This week’s question: How have you changed in the last year?
My answer: This is actually a really scary question for me to think about. Honestly, the last year has been a bit difficult for me. At first, all was normal as I continued to work in the industry I’d moved to after retail, something at least involved with my university degree. Then, without warning, I was left unemployed and at loose ends for the first time since I’d graduated college. I had no idea what to do next. When I graduated college in ’11, I’d been going to school of some kind since I was 2 so at 22, that made 20 years of some kind of schedule, some kind of plan, just going and going, taking only summers off really and even then, I knew school would restart come the fall. I took a few months off after college just to have a breather but I knew I’d be going to work though I didn’t know what. Hence the retail experience as I couldn’t find a job in my degree field where I lived at the time. I moved a couple years ago and did find a job in my degree field and then to suddenly be unemployed without a plan beyond what I knew I dreamed of doing, I was left suddenly struggling to stay afloat. Fortunately, I’m blessed with family that was able to step in and help out, allowing me to take a bit of a sabbatical the last few months and figure out what it is I really want to do. Admittedly, I am still young as you probably can calculate by my university graduate year so there really is no hurry except that’s the kind of person I am. I know what I want to do, where I want to go now so I just have to figure out the next steps to achieve my dreams. That’s all a work in progress and just as with all of my work in progress novels, no one knows what’s involved except me. So the last year, I’ve changed in that I’ve become a touch less ocd about my schedule. Just a bit, but I’m a little more spontaneous and am beginning to regain my bravery I had when I was a teen about going after things that honestly, scare the shit out of me. I’ll keep you up to date on how things change as I’m ready to tell, my visitors.
Now that I’ve bared a small piece of my soul, what’s your answer? How have you changed in the last year or even in the last six months?
This week’s writing: Apparently, I’m in the predator mood, which fits for the novel I’ll be working on for next month’s NaNoWriMo.
Not all Guardian Angels are actually Angels. Some are demons, some are monsters. It all depends on just what the protected needs to be guarded from. Mine is the Monster under my bed. Until today, I still couldn’t understand why my Guardian ‘Angel’ was the Monster under my bed. Today, I understand as I’m plowing through the dark woods on the outskirts of my hometown, running from the creature that wants to eat me or worse. I’m not entirely sure what would be worse but Drew told me to run before it could get worse so I listened. Despite being the monster from under my bed, and scary to everyone but me, he’s never led me wrong so I trusted him.
Before Dorinda could blink, she tumbled down a steep hill that she couldn’t see in the dark and unfamiliar woods.
She stumbled to her feet but couldn’t take a step before her ankle gave out, having twisted in the roll down the uneven hill.
“Shit! Now what?!”
Before she could begin to focus, she heard crunching of sticks behind her and clamped her hands over her mouth in hopes of muffling her breathing from her predator’s hearing.
It didn’t do any good and she could hear the snuffling of it as it grew closer, easily descending down the hill without any of the struggles she’d had. It grew close enough she could nearly hear its heartbeat even as human as she was. Just as Dorinda was certain her life was over, she felt a whoosh of air and heard a grunt from the predator as it was taken down by the new arrival.
She heard the familiar tenor of Drew, “Run, Dorinda!”
She struggled to her feet but her ankle still couldn’t hold up, “I can’t! I think I broke something when I fell down the hill.”
As she was struggling to come up with a plan, she felt herself suddenly swung up in the familiar muscled arms of Drew and she clung to his fur as he took off through the woods faster than she could’ve begun to run herself.
“What is that? What’s hunting me?!”
“Not now. Right now, we need to focus on getting you to safety!” © Paula Crofoot
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