Saturday, January 31, 2015

The Vote

I entered the NYC Midnight Short Story Challenge in January, and I will find when I'm moving on to the second round on March 10. 

The challenge for my group was to write a 2500 words or less story with the following criteria:

Genre: Polical satire
Subject: Child custody
Character: A speech writer


The Vote

“The sub-committee will now vote on whether or not the ship is sinking.”

“Wait! We can’t have a vote without hearing both sides.”

“Do you think there’s time to hear arguments?”

“Should we form a committee to see if there’s enough time to hear arguments?”

“Don’t be a fool, we’ve already formed a sub-committee apart from the committee to prove that we’re on a ship.”

“Well, I think we’re sinking.”

“Well, I think we’re actually starting to float, and we should drop the anchor.”

“I have to admit the floor seems to be rising on my side.”

“Wait, we haven’t even decided that we’re on a ship and you want to convince me to vote that we’re sinking?”

“I promise to vote that we’re sinking if you promise to vote that we’re on an airplane.”

“That’s absurd I get airsick on airplanes, and I’m seasick right now so we must be on a ship.”

“Hold on, we haven’t voted on that yet.”

“I thought we were going to hear arguments for and against the possibility of all of us being on a ship.”

“Is there someone keeping notes, I don’t think I’m hearing every side of the issue. I must be informed before I cast my vote. I have my constituents to think of.”

“Yeah they still haven’t forgiven you for your vote on the banana or butter scandal.”

“Who knew that toppings for toast would be such a touchy subject?”

“Absurd.”

“Did someone say mustard? Are we finally getting lunch?”

“My feet are starting to get wet, can we adjourn for an hour and vote after lunch?”

“Move to strike that last comment, it will unduly persuade the committee that we are indeed on a ship and sinking.”

“The comment has been stricken from the record. There is nothing more fair and balanced than a committee committed to concrete evidence.”

“Who had the idea to bring concrete on to a sinking ship?”

“Move to strike there’s been no vote on what kind of vessel we’re in.”

“So stricken.”

“Who votes first, the committee or the sub-committee?”

“Let’s have a vote. I say the sub-committee should go first. If we can determine if we are rising or sinking, then we should be able to determine what our vessel is without a vote from the committee.”

“Absurd, airplanes go up and down on air currents just like a ship on water currents. The committee must vote on the vessel that we’re in. If we are in an airplane and sinking we may be coming in for a landing, if we are rising, then we might be taking off.”

“Wait, if we’re in a ship and sinking we might die, unless we’re in a submarine.”

“I’m sorry it’s too late to add another vessel to the ballot. We are either on a ship or an airplane.”

“Motion sustained. Next order of business, should the committee vote first or the sub-committee?”

“I move that we transfer the committee to a drier place.”

“We agreed to meet on neutral ground.”

“I didn’t know that neutral ground shifted around so much.”

“If you held on to your principles you would find the ground wouldn’t shift so much.”

“I can’t seem to hold on to anything. Everything has become very buoyant.”

“Move to strike buoyant, its prejudicial, slander, and an unfair characterization of our current situation.”

“What would you call our situation?”

“Hopelessly grid locked."

“I thought we were on neutral ground.”

“I don’t think we’re on any kind of ground.”

“That isn’t a very good argument both ships and airplanes go where there isn’t any ground.”

“You have a point there. I've seen airplanes that go on the water.”

“Would you consider yourself an aviation expert?”

“Well, no.”

“Then kindly keep to the facts and leave expert testimony to the experts.”

“I beg the pardon of the committee.”

“So granted.”

“I move for a recount.”

“We haven’t taken a vote yet.”

“I just wanted to make sure everyone knows that I object to the outcome. If an outcome happens and then you object to it, you look like you’re following the crowd.”

“I second the motion for a recount.”

“Then I recant my objection.”

“So do I, I recant.”

“Please reinstate my objection, I don’t want to seem like fish flip-flopping on the issue.”

“Fish can only flip-flop on the ground, and we clearly are no longer on any ground.”

“I can feel the ceiling.”

“Is it the glass ceiling?”

“I don’t think so, I can’t see through it.”

“That argument is invalid ships and airplanes both have ceilings.”

“I keep moving up and the ceiling keeps moving down.”

“Everyone’s career tops out sooner or later.”

“I move we take a poll.”

“How’s that different from a vote?”

“Fool, a poll is an opinion, and a vote is a decision.”

“In my opinion, this is the best committee and sub-committee I’ve ever been a part of.”

“I second the motion.”

“It wasn’t a motion it was an opinion.”

“What opinions aren’t filled with emotions?”

“That’s why we form committees to make decisions.”

“Uh, Daddy that doesn’t sound like any speech I’ve ever heard. You’re supposed to be helping me write a speech for class president.”

“That’s what speeches sound like to me, especially from lawyers. Maybe you should have your mother help you.”

“Mom told me if you said that to remind you that we have a limited amount of time, so you should try to be helpful.”

“Just like your mother to remind me that she has full custody.”

“It shouldn’t be so hard dad, you write speeches for a living. What would you do for one of your clients?”

“Honey, writing speeches is all about putting the right words in the wrong mouth.”

“So you’re telling me all I need to do is lie, and I will get elected?”

“There’s a little more to it than that. It has to be the right lie. You have to finesse the crowd. It's like painting a picture, you have to use the right colors in the right places for the picture to come out right. You begin by scaring the audience with a litany of problems.”

“Like how awful school lunches are, now that they are supposed to be healthy?”

“That might work for someone who wants to throw the race.”

“Ouch.”

“Honey, you have to think a little bigger. What do teenagers want?”

“I want to be taken seriously, and I want more freedom.”

“Okay, then all you need to do is paint the picture.”

“How do I do that?”

“This is what I would do, I would start by saying that adults think that they have all the answers and by making more rules and taking away our freedom, school is a better place.”

“I think rules are helpful though.”

“That’s okay you don’t have to believe what you say, just convince the students you believe it.”

“I thought that people get elected by having good ideas and solid principles.”

“Sorry sweetie, the people who get elected have the best propaganda.”

“That seems a bit jaded.”

“Talk to me in twenty years after your first divorce.”

“Okay, so after I scare everyone, what do I do?”

“Well you have a couple of options, you can tell them how your opponents are contributing to the problems, or you can show how you are the only solution to the problems. In other words, you give them hope.”

“Let me get this straight, I scare everyone with lies, and then I tell them if they vote for me all their problems will disappear?”

“That’s it in a nutshell.”

“And that really works?”

“I wouldn’t be able to afford your mother’s alimony check if I wasn’t good at my job.”

“Mom says that’s the reason she left you, because you lie.”

“Yes I am a liar, but so is everyone. A liar is just someone who believes something that you don’t believe.”

“That is very confusing.”

“It’s meant to be. We think we live in a world of absolutes when we really live in a world of variables.”

“Uh, variables you sound like my math teacher.”

“That’s another way to sway the crowd in your favor, by telling them it’s too hard to figure out problems on their own, they will trust you to do the thinking, and solve the problem for them.”

“So, my agenda shouldn’t be to make the school a better place for students, but to make it a better place for me through manipulation?”

“As I see it, you either manipulate or get manipulated.”

“You are so jaded dad. I can’t help thinking that if I do it my way with enough passion, I can still win.”

“I know, it took me a long time to start seeing the world as it really is.”

“So what should I do?”

“Decide if you want to win or lose.”

“I wouldn’t be running if I wanted to lose.”

“Okay tell me why you’re running for class president.”

“I want to make my school a better place.”

“That sounds plausible, and really nice. Now tell me the real reason.”

“That is the real reason.”

“That reason sounds good, but I know human nature too well to believe that reason.”

“Fine dad you don’t have to help me, let’s just go get ice cream or something.”

“Hit a nerve didn’t I?”

“You can be a complete jerk sometimes.”

“True enough, but be honest with me now, why are you running for class president?”

“Fine you win, because it will look good on my college applications, are you satisfied?”

“That’s my girl, now we can make a real plan of attack.”

“You actually mean to make it easier for me to lie, right?”

“You’ve been lying all along, now we can use it to our advantage.”

“It doesn’t feel right.”

“Then think about how it will feel like when you win the election, and you get into a good college.”

“Mr. Dudley I’m afraid that your time is up.”

“Can’t I stay a little longer, we haven’t written my speech yet.”

“I’m sorry Simone, the rules for supervised visits are very strict. Rules are there for a reason.”

“It’s fine honey, I think you have all the tools you need to write a wonderful speech.”

“Okay dad, I’ll call you if I win.”

“When you win.”

Wish me luck along with the rest of the contestants!

Friday, July 11, 2014

When did you know you were real?

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When I published my first book, I wondered what it would take for me to feel like I was a real author. I went through the motions of writing, editing, and cover selection, but I still didn’t feel like I was a real author. I have invited my friend Stacy to share her story about the first time she saw someone she didn’t know reading her book and how that helped her to embrace the title of author. 

Christine – Thank you so much for allowing me to visit with your readers!  This is a very exciting time for me with two new books released in the last few weeks. While publishing a new book is exciting, there is one thing that is more exciting about being and author than anything. It’s being asked for your signature.

I remember the very first book I published. A woman that I knew from work said she wanted a copy. I brought one to her. When I handed it to her, she peeked in the front and then asked me, “Can you sign it for me?”

My jaw kind of dropped a little bit and I was like, who me? I’m nobody.  Sure not someone that you would want an autograph from, but feeling a bit in awe of being asked, I said sure. I took the book back, flipped open the page and wrote a little something on the inside. When I handed it back to her, she actually cradled it against her chest and had this huge grin on her face. I was awestruck that put my name inside a cover of a book could mean so much to another person.
Over the years, I have come to realize that to some people that means so very much. Not just a collector’s piece, but a connection to the person that wrote the story from their heart. Each and every time someone asks for a signature, I am filled with awe that having my penned name could mean so much to them, but it does.

I think the most memorable of those moments was two years. My husband, daughter and I were on a Disney Cruise. We had hooked up with a group of people on Facebook before we left, so we had made quite a few friends before we even got there.  A few of them had mentioned that they had read some of my books.

One day on the cruise, we were all meeting up on the pool deck for a relaxing afternoon at sea.  Jen walked up to me while I was standing around talking to a few people and asked me to sign the book.  I told Jen of course I would sign it. Once again humbled that not only did she want that scribble in her cover, but that she had brought it all the way to the ship for me to do.  While I was signing her book, I heard her talking to a few people and telling them that I was an author and when  I was done signing several people came up to me to talk to me.

It was one of my most special moments of fame. The other was when I was at a funeral. I was walking through the line to give my regards to the family, when a young woman grabbed my arm and said, “Oh My God! You’re the author!” I stared at her like she had two heads, but quickly got my surprise under control. She finally let me go after she hugged me twice.  I found it both odd and exciting that she would recognize me and it would excite her enough to latch on to me, especially at such a somber moment. It was added to my most humbled moments.

Thank you Christine for allowing me to guest post today! I hope some of your readers might be interested in checking out more about some of the books that I have written, especially the two I just released.

I'm certain my readers will want to check out your amazing books! Thank you for sharing your inspiring story. I have to agree that I finally embraced the title of author after my first book signing. It was such an incredible experience that it led me to write seven more books. Cheers and much success to us and our fellow authors!

Now is your chance to get Stacy's newest release Six Days of Memories and to connect with her online! 

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Blurb:

Detective Natasha Foster will put her job on the line to prove her gut feeling is dead on. 

When Detective Foster responds to the scene of a crash, she finds the female passenger dead, a bag full of money in the back seat and a body in the trunk. It is only when the driver, whom she nicknames Jay, wakes up with no memory that she must go with her instincts and continue the investigation in a way that was never taught. 

Jay finds himself lost, but drawn to the beautiful detective who steps above and beyond the call of duty. His need to know if he was a victim or the criminal pushes him to try and recall what happened and who he is. With the pull of a trigger, Jay’s memory will suddenly return and with it, the terrible truth.

Stacy's Bio

Stacy is a full-time police officer who enjoys crime scene investigation above all else, taking a passion in putting the pieces together to figure out the crime. She is also a business owner where she helps people get the awareness out for the causes they care most about. She is a mother of two, a son proudly serving in the United States Navy and a young daughter. Her husband is also in law enforcement. Stacy is also currently serving on the board of directors for her local domestic violence center. She is very much into photography and carries her Nikon Digital SLR with her almost everywhere, just in case.

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

The year no one died from Mayan calendars, 2013!

I've had a really fun year, so I wanted to share some of the highlights with you!

January 2013

-I updated the covers of my books and they look amazing!

First Snow
Spring Argyle













February 2013

-I mixed my fist I.V. solution solo.
-I started studying for my motorcycle endorsement.

March 2013
-I went to the theater and saw the play Proof.
-I saw Chris Titus perform at the Helium Comedy Club.

April 2013
-Jury duty but my group stayed in the holding room ALL DAY LONG! (The defendant eventually made a plea bargain.)
-I started making friends on Facebook with local comedians.
-I discovered Tiger Lily Restaurant with my sister.

May 2013
-I went to my first live performance of Rock Horror Picture Show.
-I started performing live comedy at Tiger Lily under the stage name Lizzie.
-I made a "Find the Toenail" cake for my co-workers.
-I bought a Discovery Pass which I never used.
-I saw Patton Oswalt at Helium Comedy Club.
-I passed my written motorcycle endorsement test with the score 100%.
-I watched The Fast and the Furious 6 and LOVED it!


June 2013

-I earned my motorcycle endorsement!
-I went with my family to watch all the antique cars Cruise the Gut.
-Karaoke baby at Tiger Lily!


July 2013

-I joined the neighborhood Fourth of July parade.
-I celebrated my 35th birthday by bungee jumping off a bridge.
-I started harvesting fruit from my garden.
-I saw the moon and Saturn through the telescope my brother-in-law built.
-I finished writing my book Cinnamon Summer.
-I went to The Indigo Girls concert at the zoo.

August 2013

-I published my new book Cinnamon Summer.
-I tandem skydived for the first time. You can read about the experience here.
-I went to the beach and lost my favorite pen in the ocean only to find it later on a wave!
-I started crocheting blankets for Project Linus.
-I began to study A Course in Miracles.
Cinnamon Summer
September 2013

-I drove the kit car my dad, myself and my brothers helped build over fifteen years ago.
-I started to learn how to crochet hats. My niece and I made hats to donate to God's Closet before she left for boot camp.
-My Book Cinnamon Summer hit the top 10 in romance on Amazon.

October 2013

-I crocheted my first pair of gloves.
-The Website I work for won the award for being the best source for new authors.
-My siblings and I went to a few haunted houses.
-I had a family Halloween party coupled with a farewell party for my niece who went into boot camp. We filled a tote and a crate with donations in her honor and donated them to God's Closet.
-I sold my first crochet hat
-I started doing random acts of kindness
November 2013

-I joined Info Barrel and started writing articles for moo-la!
-I volunteered at God's Closet to help separate all the donations for their quarterly event.
-I made a Christmas tree crochet hat. It took three days to complete!
-I started building on my ugly sweater for the family party.
-More comedy!
-A dear friend gave me lots of yarn.
-Thanksgiving was fun, with lots of food and laughter.
-I volunteered with my niece (I have three nieces) at the Clark County Food Bank. We folded bags for the Walk n' Knock.
-I went with my family to enjoy the tree lighting in Downtown Vancouver.
-I went with my sister's family on a search for Christmas CDs. We found them and then we went to dinner and then desert!

December 2013

-I created a wonderful advent calendar of events for giving and receiving which you may read about here.
-My sister and I watched the graduating class of comedians at Kiggins.
-I made crochet cat hats. My cats were unimpressed! 

-I watched a live performance of A Christmas Carol at Kiggins.
-I was the recipient of The Twelve Days of Christmas from my family: 12 kitty litters, 11 bags of cat food, 10 flavors of tea, 9 fluffy Kleenex, 8 pairs of hair care, 7 smelly bubbles, 6 suds for dishes, 5 tushy toilet papers, 4 clothing soaps, 3 cat toys, 2 clothes softeners, 1 a couple of shopping sprees! It was amazing and made December a month to remember forever!
-I made five hats for Crochet Geek's cause.
-I took second place in the Info Barrel contest!


Thank goodness for Facebook, or I would have forgotten most of the amazing things and people I experienced this year. I'm so excited for 2014!