January 6, 2021

Today is a sad day. Today we watched a group of homegrown terrorists converge on the Capitol Building in Washington D.C. in an attempted coup demanding Donald Trump be rewarded a second term as President–even after he lost by both popular and electoral vote.

Today is a sad day for our history and our democracy. The day a small faction of extremists decide what they wanted is now, as it has always been, more important than the country as a whole.

The people spoke in November of 2020. They also spoke in Georgia yesterday, January 5th. In a collective voice, they shouted–we are done with this. We are sick of a government more interested in raising their personal bottom line than doing their jobs and helping the people. They said we no longer want to be part of a government that thinks $2000 is a socialist extravagance–when in reality–it barely covers rent in someplace.
The citizens of the United States loudly said, “We want change!” And we got it.

Then, today–January 6th, 2021–those who called us “snowflakes” and “losers” took up arms to what? Kill someone I guess… They showed up chanting and complaining: the type of behavior associated with children who have never been told no.

Since November, when it was made clear Joseph Biden would be our next President of the United States–those in Congress now complaining and contesting the election results could have done many things to get the people on their side. They could have help sped up the creation and distribution of the Covid-19 vaccine. They could have helped rally to get much needed financial aid to their constituents. They did none of this. They left us for dead, and now their lack of character has led to what we witnessed today.

As of this moment, thirteen people have been arrested and five weapons have been recovered from the mass of humans staging the coup–but we all know more arrests need to take place–even though they won’t–and more weapons will be found if these insurgences were charged with the full weight of the law.

In the end, it will always remain, today is a bitter sweet day in American History. Georgia changed history and the illness of hate that plagues this country lashed out against.

Today, is a sad, sad day, because democracy was ignored for personal gain and America wasn’t America any more. In closing, to quote President-Elect Joseph Biden, “At their best, the words of a President can inspire. At their worst, they can incite.” I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for inspiration.


Writing Prompt! The Knight and the dragon.

This weeks writing prompt comes to you in the guise of Fantasy. Now, I don’t normally write fantasy. I haven’t in years. But while I’ve moved on to other topic, the fan girl in me still likes to read/check out a good dragon tale from time to time.

I’m going straight up old school on this one. I give you knight and dragon. What happens next:


Some thought he was a sensible dragon. If we allowed him to live on the King’s land, but alas, we were mistaken. For one moment he ate the rats and then he came after us.


Happy writing!


Wednesday Words–writing prompt


The key to writing decent dialogue is listening to people speak. We finish each other’s sentences, cut each other off, ‘mansplain,’ and may other various things.

When I was a kid, it was a shouting match 90% of the time. A battle of words and wit. Most conversations never really ended, only morphed into a new conversation.

This weeks prompt is dialogue based! Write an argument:


Happy writing! xxoo-A

Writing prompt–start & drop–


Happy Wednesday! This weeks writing prompt is a little bit more of a trick to help you get you to start writing. Well, all prompts are there for that purpose, but this is a fun trick I learned! So, I’m passing it on.


Write two sentences, but start the first one with, “I REMEMBER…”

“I remember the drab avocado green couch felt like an over sized cinder block wrapped in nylon wool. No matter how you chose to sit upon it, you would somehow bruise your tail bone.”

Once you’ve finished your two lines, go back and delete, “I REMEMBER” then read what you have left.

“The drab avocado green couch felt like an over sized cinder block wrapped in nylon wool. No matter how you chose to sit upon it, you would somehow bruise your tail bone.”

Now you try. Happy writing! xxoo-A

Halloween Writing Prompt!


This weeks prompt:

Write about the terror that has no name.

In 1966 Truman Capote published, IN COLD BLOOD, not the first true-crime novel–but by far one of the most influential ever written.

When I think, “Write about the terror that has no name,” my first reactions go to this book. While there is a lot of ‘scary’ in the world–nothing is more scary to me than the idea of someone I don’t know killing me.

The scenario plays out in my head, usually on nights when I’m alone. And I have escape plans–none of them that great. But I’ll try–I hope. I pray I’ll try.

What do you think the ‘terror that has no name’ is? Please tell! (So I can be even more afraid of the night.)

Happy writing! xxoo-A

Wednesday Words–Angels & Demons



I picked this prompt because I feel like it forces your hand. You these this sentence and automatically think, ‘fallen angel who runs amuck messing up, royally.’

But what if that’s not it at all. What if it’s a backhanded comment? Like:

“Did you hear about Kara?”

“I did. What a shame…”

“Yeah, I guess you never expect an angel to set the world on fire.”


Maybe it’s a ‘thing’ a character says.

“You really screwed up this time, Mary.”

“Maybe I have, but you know what they say–no one expects and angel to set the world on fire!”

Words. Words. Words. Love ’em or hate ’em–but they affect all of us. Even the none writing people in our lives (or in this world.)

I like the latter of the two. I like the ‘catch phrase,’ for lack of a better term.

“Life’s too short, man. And you know what they say…”

Happy writing! xxoo-A

Wednesdays Words–Speak to me…



This week is a little dialogue fun! The best way to improve your writing, is to keep writing both in and outside of your comfort zone. Here’s my take on the conversation:

Ron stared at me hard. And I don’t mean that mild crap your mother throws at you when you did something wrong–I mean he really stared. Like, strait down into my god damn soul. 

“I expected you to do you job,” he said, voice as chilly as midnight in Siberia during a blizzard. He cupped his hand around the back of my neck, dragging me five feet across the garage to a corner cursed with perpetual shadows. “I expected you to be the god damn profession I thought I hired. That’s what I expected.”

His gaze darted to the trunk of my Monte Carlo before locking on my eyes again. 

“Carla ain’t gonna like this,” he said, shoving me away–hard. “And I won’t be taking the fall for your fuck up, Danny. Not this time. Not ever.”

I tend to read all over the place, but have a love of science fiction and fantasy. I’m not necessary talking Arthur C. Clarke & Tolkien, but I love them as much as I love–say, Cassandra Clare and Ray Bradbury. (And I love Margaret Atwood. Just in general. She’s awesome.) But when I write I find interests weaving and flowing through the world around me. I pick up inspiration in the LA Times, or from something I’ve seen on Twitter/Facebook.

And I find inspiration in writing prompts that force me to think in situations I normally wouldn’t put my characters.

What do you see/feel when you read the prompt? Where does it take you? Please feel free to leave a comment below.

Happy writing! xxoo-A

Wednesday Words–Writing prompt: A Coin



For this weeks prompt, I choose an image. This image. An American nickle, dated 2067. First, I’m glad to see the mint in Philadelphia, Penn is still around in 45 years. Second–TIME TRAVEL!!

Stephen Hawking’s said in, A BRIEF HISTORY OF TIME, “If time travel is possible, where are the tourists from the future?”

Evidently leaving their coins strewn on the streets of American, haplessly waiting for someone to pick them up and marvel over why it’s here in the first place.

Does it exist? What would you say if you found this coin mixed into your change?

Happy Writing! xxoo-A

Wednesday Words–Alien Prompt


I am SO excited for this prompt. If you write a book based on this prompt, please tell me about it–but I LOVE THIS PROMPT!!

It is another science fiction prompt (next week I’ll do something different, scout’s honor!)

“Scientists recover alien DNA from a meteorite, and bring an alien species to life”


Dr. Diane Morals hunched over the microscope, brown eyes wide as dinner plates as she watched what everyone told her was impossible happen. Mitosis. But not just any simple earth bound organism–she was witnessing mitosis of an alien being.

“Ren,” she yells without moving an inch. “Ren, you have to see this.” It was only then she pressed the buttons that loaded the images onto the labs screen. 

Ren, a forty-something Japanese-American with salt and peppered hair inched to Dr. Morals side. He reached out, gently squeezing her shoulder. His fingers pinning down her wavy black hair she normally kept twisted on her head. 

“Is that the specimen?” His voice wavered like a think strip of paper on a breeze. 

Diane shrugged free of his hold, not liking how the heat from his palm bleed through the fabric of her clothing or having her hair touched at all. She moved to the side of the microscope, a silent gesture to invite him to look through the tube.

“Yes, Dr. Ando,” she said, as formally as she could manage without sounding like the cold snob most of those working in the laboratory thought she was. “Unlike all the other experiments, the introduction of chimpanzee DNA seems to be the right fit.”

All thoughts of how much they disliked each other were forgotten as the ramifications of what they were witnessing sunk in. 

They just completed the first ever alien, earth animal hybrid. 


Oh! Whatever will they do??

Happy writing! xxoo-A