The Questions
1) You’re
marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is
that person and what item do you have?
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Assuming I won't be marooned
on the island for too long I'd take my husband. Does that sound lame? Oh well.
I do love the guy and he's great at giving massages and we can talk for hours.
BUT, and that's why it is capitalized, I'd go crazy without my kids, so—as
tempting as the small island sounds—I'd take a boat with me to be able to get
back quickly.
2) Which
musical would you say best exemplifies your life – and which character in that
musical are you?
Uh, I don't even know that
many musicals. Can I pretend this question doesn't exist?
3) Take
these three words and give me a 100 word or less scenario using them:
acquaintance, metric, communicated
The metric stamping of heavy
boots on the concrete floor vibrated through my body. I asked, “Who's that
again?”
“An acquaintance.”
“Right. Why exactly is he
stomping around like a herd of buffaloes?”
“He's not stomping, he's
playing a rhythm. I told you he wanted to show it to me, so I could tell him
whether I like it or not.”
“Why am I here?”
“You're here because your
body language communicated your desire to be at my side.”
“Ah,” I replied as I leaned
closer to him. “You've got a point.”
4) You’ve
just been let loose in the world of fiction, with permission to do anyone you
want. Who do you fuck first and why?
Daniel Jackson from Stargate
SG 1 (from the first two seasons). What can I say? I have a thing for the
thick, long hair and blue eyes. Also, did you see those legs? Yum. Oh, and he
has one of the sweetest smiles I've seen.
5) What
is your idea of how to spend romantic time with your significant other?
Wellll, there are different
scenarios I can think of... Hmm, I already mentioned my husband's massaging
skills, right? I think I'll go with that. A nice dinner, a massage and... fade to black. ;-)
6) When
you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?
It goes hand in hand. Usually I'll imagine a
character and he shows me his story.
7) If
they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?
Um, gosh, these questions are
hard to answer! I honestly don't know. Whoever plays me would need to be small.
;-)
8) Who’s
your favorite horror villain and why?
I don't have a particular
horror villain though I'm always fascinated by the villains in Dean Koontz's
books.
9) Do
you have an historical crush and if so, who is it?
Nope.
10) Is
there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to
receive it?
Oh, there are a lot of
stories I'd like to tell but nothing out of the ordinary.
Blurb:
When a bad day at work
culminates in losing out on a promotion, Jim Sanders shifts into his animal
form to let off steam. Then his bad day turns into a bad night—while prowling
his Atlantic City neighborhood as a large gray house cat, he’s caught in a
torrential downpour. What little luck he has washes down the gutter when his
new boss, Andrew Wright, catches him taking shelter on his porch, brings him
inside, and starts calling him Mr. Frosty.
As a feline, Jim
becomes the inadvertent confessor for his boss’s lonely son, Tony, a victim of
schoolyard bullying. As a human, he feels drawn to Andrew, a man he wanted to
resent. Finding love was never part of Jim’s plan for the future—not with his
bizarre secret—yet suddenly he finds himself navigating that minefield anyway.
But not everything is easy, especially for an interracial gay couple dealing
with prejudice in the workplace, at Tony’s school, and even within their own
families.
Monday
Wet darts pelted the cat’s thick
fur. Annoyed, the feline meowed before hurrying along the sidewalk, looking for
shelter. He should have stayed at home, in his nice little apartment in Venice
Park, Atlantic City, where he could overlook the Atlantic Ocean—dry.
None of the buildings he encountered appealed to the cat even though his
long silvery fur was already soaked, itching slightly. Still, the cat dashed
on, ignoring the increasingly uncomfortable feeling of clotted fur.
After a while, he reached the
outskirts of a neighborhood and slowed down marginally. Inspecting the
neighborhood more closely, the cat realized he was a long way from home. He
should have realized this when he'd run over Albany Avenue bridge, but he'd
been occupied by his desire to find a warm shelter.
His stroll had taken him to Chelsea
Heights; he’d probably have sore paws by the time he was back home.
The rain’s intensity increased,
making it difficult for even the cat to see. The feline rounded several houses
and looked for cat flaps but found none.
Even more annoyed, the silver-furred
cat took refuge on a small porch, where he curled his shivering body into a
tight ball on the doormat. At least he wouldn’t get any wetter there. The cat
shrieked when the door suddenly burst open, revealing a small blond-haired boy
with thick glasses hiding bright-blue
eyes.
The boy lifted the cat into his
arms, his quick reaction surprising the cat and making it impossible for the
feline to give in to his initial flight reaction. .Talking soothingly, the boy
cuddled the big cat against his chest. Not wanting to hurt the boy, the cat
didn’t fuss.
“Tony!” a man called from inside.
.
The cat, who had frozen in the boy’s
embrace, turned his face toward the man’s voice. A blond-haired man, his
longish hair cut in a fashionable style, dressed in tightly fitting dark-blue
sweatpants and a gray hoodie, came into the cat’s focus.
“Tony, you can’t just pick up a strange cat!
It’s all wet and what if it hurt you?”
“But, Daddy! Animals don’t hurt me. They know I’m
harmless,” the boy answered, a hint of exasperation showing in his voice. The
boy and the man had obviously had this conversation before.
The father of the boy crouched down
behind his son and sighed. He didn’t get any further because Jim, the cat,
suddenly hissed. Jim’s eyes narrowed and he readied to attack the man in front
of him—the man he had met for the first time today, only a few hours ago. The
man who had taken the position Jim had applied for.
I have to say this looks wonderful, and I intend to get it! Best of luck, Chris! Come back and visit us again soon! Thanks for stopping by!
Until next time, take care!
♥ Julie
Hey Julie, thanks so much for having me on your blog today!
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