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Question # 1: You win a pet monkey but this isn’t just any old monkey. It can do one trick for you whenever you want from getting a pop out of the fridge to washing your hair. What would be the trick?
Eeeewwwwwe!!! I hate monkeys so that takes care of that question. No monkey would ever find a place in my home as a pet, nor would I let one do anything that connected it with my food, my hair, or my possessions. Okay, on to question 2.
Question # 2: What caring thing are you going to do for yourself today?
Well this day is coming to a close as I write this post, but I did do something caring for myself. I visited my sister and spent the afternoon with her. We had a blessed time, and it made us both happy to have the time together.
Question # 3: What color do you feel most comfortable wearing?
There is no answer to that question. I wear so many different colors, and I am comfortable in all of them, or I wouldn’t wear them. I love color, and I indulge in wearing a large variety of colors on a regular basis. About the only color that I do not enjoy — whether in clothes, accessories, or decorations of any kind — is orange.
Question # 4: Complete this sentence: When I travel I love to …
When I travel, I love to take my time and enjoy things at my own tempo. I do not like to feel pressed to get up super early in order to make it to breakfast by a certain time, nor do I want to have to call it a night when I’m still enjoying whatever activity I’m involved in. I don’t enjoy being rushed through activities, and I love going to places that allow me some time to sit and soak up the atmosphere and just ‘be.’
Bonus Question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I’m super grateful for a friend who fixed the terribly leaky faucet in my bathtub. I’m also grateful that his wife gave me a gorgeous lighthouse cookie jar — because they know how much I love lighthouses — and cookies.
This coming week, I’m looking forward to FINALLY finishing the novel I’ve been posting recently on this blog one chapter at a time. Since I started this particular book almost four years ago and resorted to posting it here in order to FORCE myself to get it finished, I’m going to feel super relieved when it’s done. I’ve actually written two other novels and seen them published since I started the one that has been giving me such a struggle. But I can now see the light at the end of the tunnel for May I Borrow Your Love. In case any of you readers have missed it on here and want to check it out, here’s the link to Chapter One.
Black storm clouds roll.
Wind-driv’n waves hurled at land.
But high on knoll, sentry stands firm:
And, servant like,
I run to do your wish.
‘Twill always be, and all I ask:
My hand in yours.
It’s warm and strong and sure,
And when you hold mine tight, I’m not
I’m a couple hours past the deadline – on my own challenge – can you believe it? But, be that as it may, I have finally finished my story, so I’m ignoring the deadline. If anyone else out there still wants to write for this challenge, please feel free to do so any time this week as well – and be sure and post your link on the original challenge page.
LOVE WILL FIND A WAY
“Gabriel Bay Lighthouse: Antiques and Unique Gifts – Martee Somersby, Owner.” Those words were music to the ears of Gabriel Bay’s newest entrepreneur. And this business, in the renovated lighthouse, was a life-long dream come true.
The grand opening had been a huge hit, and business had been brisk ever since. She even sold fresh fruit and vegetables from local farmers, and that drew even more customers. In fact everything had gone exactly as Martee had dreamed until about three months ago, when she’d walked into the store and found the huge wooden Indian maiden gone.
The sheriff and his deputies had searched the whole store and every inch of the property. Nothing else was missing, and there had been no sign of forced entry – but not another living soul had a key.
“Why?” she asked the sheriff. “Why would anyone want to take just the wooden Indian? It wasn’t even worth much money, but I bought it because it was such a lovely piece and meant something to me.”
“Well, beats me. But I guarantee you we won’t stop until we have the thief, Miss Somersby.” He stopped and cleared his throat. “I understand you keep a gun on the premises.”
“Yes, I do.
“Well, m’am, I don’t think I have to tell you to be careful with it, but if you have any more trouble, I’d sure like to think you’d call on us instead of trying to handle things yourself with a gun – if at all possible.”
“You can count on it, Sheriff,” she’d told him. “I have no desire to become some kind of heroine.”
Weeks passed, and she’d pretty well given up the hope of recovering her property. Her real sorrow wasn’t so much the money involved, but the fact that she felt particularly attached to that one item. She’d loved wooden Indians since she was a child and had seen her first one outside a modern trading post in Arizona. She’d been amazed by it, and her Grandfather had told her the history of the life-size carving.
A couple years later, while listening to the radio, she’d heard the song “Kaw-liga” — the story of a wooden Indian in front of a store who fell in love with a wooden Indian maiden in front of a neighboring. But he never declared his love — even when she was sold. Martee’s childish heart had imagined an entire story about Kaw-liga and his Indian princess, and from that day on, every place she traveled, she made it a point to look for and visit every wooden Indian statue she could find. When she’d discovered this particular carving of an Indian princess, she’d bought it without hesitation.
More weeks passed, and still the crime was not solved. Martee missed her Indian princess so much that she got out her copy of “Kaw-liga” and played it over and over. In fact, she often played music in the store and included that song in the mix. People from the area sympathized with her and stopped by periodically to mull over the possibilities of what could have happened.
Today old Benny Briggs sat with her. Benny was something of a legend in his own right, known throughout the county as a “mighty-fine storyteller.” He often told of the old Indian tribes who had inhabited the region and shared many of their legends – updated a little in Benny’s own style. He sat, drinking coffee with Martee on this particular day and listening to her tell the story she’d made up in her own mind as a child about Ol’ Kaw-liga.
Finally, he said, “Well, Miss, did you ever think that maybe this here Indian maiden you had was the one Ol’ Kaw-liga was sweet on?”
“What do you mean, Benny?”
“Well,” he said, rising from his chair and putting on his hat, “I been thinkin’ about it a lot. Woudn’t surprise me none to learn that Ol’ Kaw-liga finally got tired of livin’ a life without love and came lookin’ for his maiden. Once he had his courage up, when he found her, he’d have just whisked her away.”
“You know what, Benny: no matter how many times I imagined that story, I never could end it until Kaw-liga had married his Indian maiden.”
“Well, Miss,” Benny said, opening the door and then turning back to give her a wink, “I’d say maybe you managed to believe your story enough that it came true.”
Below, you will find a video of the song “Kaw-liga.” Hope you enjoy it.
It’s time for another “Tell Me a Story” Challenge. I always enjoy the 100-word writing challenges very much, and I take part in as many as I can. However, it’s also important to get good practice and exercise in writing short stories that are not “flash fiction” stories, but long enough to allow for the characters and plot to be more fully developed.
That’s why I generally offer a challenge that allows for at least 500 words. This week I am suggesting that the work can be as much as 700 words and still be acceptable.
Your assignment – should you choose to participate – is to “Tell Me A Story” — in prose or poetry either one — that includes the following FOUR things:
1. A Lighthouse
2. Fresh Vegetables
3. A Wooden Indian
4. YOUR CHOICE of a Gun – OR – a Set of Wedding Rings
Be sure and note that you have a choice for the 4th item. Use the gun OR the set of wedding rings, but not both.
Post your story on your own blog and hop over here to leave the link to it in the “Comments” section. Try to come back and check out stories by the other writers as much as you can.
Any length up to 700 words is acceptable, and the challenge will close Saturday, May 24, 2014, at 12:00 Midnight U. S. Central Daylight Savings Time.
Please remember that my blog is G/PG in nature.
When I think of the sea, I think of my novel Racing Toward the Light, primarily because it was a painting of the sea by internationally renowned artist Steven Sundram that inspired the story. A print of his painting was a gift to me from some friends, and the very day I received it, I was so drawn into the aura and mystery of that painting that I couldn’t resist putting my feelings into words. Those words became the setting for the novel, and I virtually lived in that painting for the whole three months that it took to write the book.
Steven’s painting is the focus of both the front and back covers of the book. You can find many more examples of his excellent and inspiring work on his website.
You can find the book at the publisher’s website: St. Ellen Press.
Take part in the fun. Get directions HERE.