Thursday Throw Out

Hi all,
I am waist deep in my self reinvention. Working my ass off, literally and figuratively, to regain control of my body. "This is WAR" is my new motto.( Someone will catch the reference.) Anyway, with all of the reinvention going on, I have been neglecting my writing. However I have been doing some editing of my second novel.

Someone once said, "Self doubt is the killer of all dreams." No one knows this better than I. I just cant help but think I am lacking. I can tell a good story, but my dyslexia makes my technical skills utterly hopeless. It would be great to have a co-writer or partner to help me for the long haul. Unfortunately, I cant find anyone who seriously wants to help. So I muttle forth.

 I am bringing you a piece from Scarred today. Lightly edited, fried, and burnt to a crisp. (teehee) So Manja!!

Scarred


          “Will there be any other guests?” I ask, mainly because I made enough guacamole for ten people.

            Kate looks down and shakes her head. “Sometimes the neighbors will stop by, but it’s usually just the three of us. We are unable to have our own children. Brayden is like a son to us, and we do not often talk to his sister or mother.” She meets my eyes with a deep-rooted sadness. “Have you thought about having children, child?” I see a glint of hope in her eye, as if godchildren in droves were on the horizon.

            Shit, really?

            My cheeks pink and I am at a loss for words, “Ahh…I.”

            “What are you ladies doing in here? As handsome as my dear nephew is, I have to say we are lacking the company of the fairer sex.” A loud voice booms from the deck door. I look up and see Eric wrapping his arms around his wife and kissing her cheek. He then, flashes me a dazzling smile and a wink. Brayden crosses behind the island and stands next to me, brushing my burning red cheek with his knuckle.

            “We were just finishing up in here dear, how is the meat coming?” She smiles back at her husband. “Help me gather some of the salads out of the ice box, and bring them outside.” She winks in my direction and loads her arms with items from the refrigerator.

            “What was that all about?” Brayden quips as he watches her walk out the patio door.

            I shrug, “Evidently, she is eager for a great niece or nephew to bounce on her knee.”

            He rolls his eyes. “Well now that we have gotten all of the awkward out of the way, it should be a beautiful day.” He bumps my hip with his, and picks up the guac bowl winking. I giggle at him and follow him out the door.
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Well that is it for today. Hope you enjoyed :) . Have a great weekend!!


***I WAS JUST INFORMED THAT I DO NOT ACTUALLY GET ANY PAGEVIEWS. MY DASHBOARD TELLS ME THAT I HAVE 19 ALREADY TODAY, BUT THIS NUMBER IS FAKE. FOR THE SAKE OF CURIOSITY CAN YOU PLEASE COMMENT YOUR NAME OR E-MAIL BELOW. I WILL NOT PUBLISH THE COMMENTS. IF YOU LEAVE YOUR INFO I WILL SELECT A RANDOM PERSON FOR A 10 DOLLAR AMAZON CARD.****

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