Hiya, Welcome back to PEP! It’s officially summer in Texas. Our first 100 degree day was Friday, June 1st. It’s already setting up to be a hot and miserable summer. I do wonder if it’ll be a repeat of the summer of ’10 when we had over 100 days of over 100 degree temperatures. It certainly looks like it when it was threatening to be 100 before June 1st. I have a regular walking client that is about mid-day. I’m naturally tan and have already darkened to my summer tan from walking him all of May. This last week I bought some sport spray sunscreen to protect myself from skin cancer. I don’t have to worry about tanning as I already look like I should be in the middle of summer already. Instead, I want to protect myself. I had a family member that had that concern already so I don’t want to go down that road. Please, when ya’ll are out in the summer sun, protect yourselves! I know it’s tempting to go without sunscreen so that you’ll tan but there’s sunscreen that will not only protect you but will also help you tan. I saw it when I was looking for the sunscreen I needed for work.
This week’s question: Do you want to write a book? I may need to look into the questions I’m picking from…
My answer: Yes, I want to write a book. I actually have two novels in third draft status, four in second draft status, three in first draft status, and a few more in plot stage. I just need to figure out the publishing process and if I want to go self-publishing, publishing with one of the big box publishers or one of the smaller publishing companies.
What’s your answer? If writing isn’t your passion, what is and do you want to do it professionally?
This week’s baking and cooking: I’m away from my home on jobs so there’s not baking or cooking this week. There will likely not be for all of June as I’m fully booked. But opportunities happen so we’ll see.
This week’s writing:
A soft voice lost on the winds, “Tell me, father, which to ask forgiveness for: what I am, or what I’m not? Tell me, mother, which should I regret: what I became or what I didn’t?”
Even if anyone heard the voice, they wouldn’t have had any idea of where to find her. Despite her short blond hair, she blended into the shadows well enough. She’d learned at a young age how to disappear It was best to be invisible than to be eaten alive, after all. If you went unnoticed on the streets, you had a better chance of surviving them mostly intact.
At the sight of movement, she aimed her rifle, waiting for the target to be in a better position. As she waited, she sank a little back into her memories. She did wonder sometimes what her parents would think of the path her life had taken. If they were still alive, she doubted she’d be perched on the ledge of a 20 story high building, waiting for her target to step out onto the balcony of a prestigious party on the 15th floor of the building opposite of her. She could’ve snuck into the party easily and eliminated her target that way. But the party was for the who’s who of the business association of New York City. It would be too easy to be caught that way as everyone would notice everyone. It was the only way you kept an influential business afloat in New York City after all. No, it was simpler to assassinate from the shadows on this target.
Just then, the target stepped out. She frowned when she noticed he’d been followed by another woman. But she was confident in her aim and took the shot. She didn’t wait to see who had been hit, knowing she’d see it in the papers in the next couple of days. It was best to make herself scarce long before police or emergency medical services could even be called.
Sure enough, two days later, she picked up her paper off of her doorstep and the headlines blared about the death of an influential business owner and politician. Even within the secure walls of her own apartment, she didn’t let her pleasure at a job well done show. In a career such as hers, you never knew who might be watching. It was safer to keep emotions within where they wouldn’t get you killed.
© Paula Crofoot
Writing Prompt: “Really? I sent you to the store to buy peanut butter and you come home with this?”
This is the first Monday post of June so here’s the Monthly Chain:
“Wait! They’re not his friends?”
“Nope. He paid them to pretend they were.”
Troy gazed where he could see Tommy going one way and the group of guys he’d thought were Tommy’s friends were clearly going the opposite direction.
He turned back to the store-keeper, “Why would he do that?”
“Trying to impress you.”
“He looks up to you. He was hoping that if you thought he had a ton of friends, you might be interested in being his friend or at least paying attention to him. I don’t think he expected you to still be around when they separated.”
Troy frowned, thinking on his next step.
What happens next? Does Troy become Tommy’s first friend? Does he keep his status quo the way it is? Why doesn’t Tommy have any friends? Is there something wrong or is just so quiet he slipped through the cracks of society?
My Book of the Week: things have been a little busy so I’m actually still reading Morrigan’s Cross and Unwelcome Child. Plus, like I said, I read more than one at a time so that elongates the time it takes. But otherwise I read them too fast and run out of books before I have time to make it back to the library. This is the best way that I’ve found.
Monday Motivation: Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors where there were only walls.
Music I’m listening to as I’m posting this: Just Hold On: Steve Aoki and Louis Tomlinson-Single.
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