Book Review: Blue Morning, Vol 8 by Shoko Hidaka

Blue Morning, Vol 8       

Author: Shoko Hidaka

Publisher: SuBLime Publishing

American release date: November 12, 2019

Format/Genre/Length: Paperback/Manga/Yaoi/282 pages

Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★

The time is fast approaching for Akihito’s departure for England, and there is so much to be done, arrangements to be made. Knowing the feudal system is dying, Akihito is building the future of the Kuze house on much firmer foundations, such as the railroad and various industries. He and Katsuragi must fit in as much time together as they can, knowing they will be separated for two long years.

Meanwhile, Soichiro has been coerced at least into the arranged marriage he never wanted, his heart belonging to a geisha he can never have. He girds himself to meet his intended, only to find that Katsuragi works in mysterious ways.

Their time together drawing to a close, Katsuragi bares his soul to Akihito and tells him two years away from him is too long. In talking to Amamiya, Soichiro expresses his gratitude for what Katsuragi has done for him, and wishes him and Akihito the same good fortune. Akihito has had matching watches made for him and Katsuragi, which he presents to him just before he asks would he like to come to England with him.

What will Katsuragi’s response be?

This is the final volume of Blue Morning. So much going on, so much up in the air. I grew hopeful and anxious by turns the farther I read. This is the culmination of what Akihito and Katsuragi both have been working toward, even if it didn’t always appear so. This is a story very rich in both plot and character development, as well as beautiful artwork. I invested my heart in the story of these two men, followed their relationship through good times as well as hard times. Cheered, laughed, and cried. I’m sorry the story has come to an end, yet in my heart it isn’t over, and I know it will go on forever.

Beautiful finish to a lovely story.

Wednesday Briefs:In Pieces #86 (20.4)

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After having a great time in Forest Park, Ryan, Ben, and Cassie return to find Liza waiting for them. She acts as if everything is fine. Will Ben be able to stand strong? Will Ryan resist the urge to punch her? See what's happening in this week's chapter of In Pieces. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

In Pieces #86 (20.4)

 “Darling, you’re looking well,” she began. “I was hoping I could have a little of your time. I know the band’s on break right now. I guessed that you might come here. There’s so much we need to talk about.” She ignored Ryan and Cassie, as if by doing so they didn’t exist.

“Excuse me,” Cassie began in a belligerent tone, “but this is my property and you are not welcome on it.”

Liza gave Cassie a disdainful stare. “I was living here long before you were even a blip on my ex’s radar, little girl. I wasn’t aware he was in to cradle robbing, but somehow that doesn’t surprise me.”

Ryan clenched his fist at the insult to his father, and he noticed Cassie drawing herself up as if to strike, but Ben’s voice diverted them both. Ryan wanted to protest. He wanted to throw himself between Liza and Ben, use himself as a shield to keep Ben safe from her. Be a barrier between them, one she couldn’t get past. But he didn’t, and he knew he shouldn’t. Ben was an adult and he was capable of dealing with the situation on his own. But that didn’t mean Ryan wasn’t going to support him in every way possible. Even if he had to step in to do it.

He was pleased when Ben took his hand and clasped it in his own as he strode toward the house, a determined look on his handsome face. Liza had risen from the lawn chair and was gliding toward them with a welcoming smile. One which became a scowl as she took in the sight of their joined hands. But the next moment, she quickly shrugged it off, focusing on Ben.

“Stop right there, Mother,” he said. “You have no right to insult either Cassie or Dad—”

“He wasn’t your Dad!” Liza snarled. She took a step toward Ben, who stood his ground.

“He was the only Dad I ever knew and he loved me!” Ben retorted.

“If he loved you so much, why did he throw us out?” Liza countered, hands on hips. Ryan expected to see lightning bolts shoot out of her eyes at any moment.

Ryan was confused at her words, and he could see that Ben was as well. How dare she say that Dad threw them out when she was the one who sneaked away, like a thief in the night? He felt Ben squeeze his hand and he returned the squeeze reassuringly.

“That sounds like revisionist history to me,” he accused her. “Dad never did that, that was all on you. You’re just trying to make Dad look bad and make yourself seem like the injured party, but it wasn’t like that, was it?”

“How would you know? You were just a child.” Liza tried to skirt around Ryan in order to get to Ben, but he wouldn’t allow it, placing himself in between them. Cassie quickly stepped to Ben’s other side.

“I was eighteen, hardly a child,” Ryan said. “Is that what it was? You saw something, didn’t you? You knew how Ben and I felt about each other, and you didn’t like it. Jealous much?”

When Liza blanched, Ryan knew he’d hit the mark and pressed on. “You couldn’t handle the idea that Ben was able to love someone other than you. You wanted to keep him all to yourself, but you saw me as a problem.”

“Ben belongs to me, I love him. What mother doesn’t love her child?”

Ryan read the fear in her eyes as glanced between the three of them. “Because your kind of love isn’t natural.”

“And yours is? Ben’s your brother—”

“Stepbrother!” Ben quickly interjected. “No blood, mother. We’re not related in any way. You and I, on the other hand…”

Liza winced as if his words had physically assaulted her. “That’s different,” she protested. “We’ve always been different, you and I, Ben. We had something special…”

“Special? Are you really going to justify what you did to me like that?” Ben asked incredulously. 

“What you did was wrong. You led me to believe that Ryan only wanted to use me, and that he wasn’t good enough for me, but your love for me was right in every way… even that way…”

Ryan knew what speaking the words aloud must be costing Ben. His face was turning red, as his voice rose from his exertion.

“You abused me,” Ben continued. “You twisted our relationship into something horrible and wrong. I don’t think you even cared me that much, not until you realized that Ryan did. And you couldn’t handle the idea of someone else coming first in my life. Someone who wasn’t you being loved by me.”

Liza was struggling not to blow up, Ryan realized, her face contorting in rage. Perhaps she knew it wouldn’t help her case any, not with Ryan and Cassie right there. Although nothing would, not now, not ever.

“You were just a child, I was afraid he’d hurt you,” she said in a pseudo-tender voice.

“I was a child?” Ben echoed. “That’s not what you said when you took me into your bed after you took me away from Ryan and Dad.”

Liza took a step back from Ben’s anger, then another. “Perhaps this isn’t a good time,” she backpedaled. “You’re under an undue influence here. These two”—she glared daggers at Ryan and Cassie—“have filled your head with false notions about me. You should come home, take some time to yourself and clear your head—”

“My home is where Ryan is,” Ben interrupted. “I have nothing more to say to you.”

“What about your precious band? If I cut you off, all that’s finished.”

Ben took a deep breath, rising to his full height as he stared into her eyes for a long moment. “I.Don’t. Care.”

As he started to step around her, she reached for his arm. He drew back.

“Fuck off, Mother,” he said.

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Book Review: Bleach, Vol 12 by Tite Kubo

Bleach, Vol 12        

Author: Tite Kubo

Publisher: Viz Media

American release date: April 4, 2006

Format/Genre/Length: Paperback/Manga/Supernatural/208 pages

Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★

Renji Abarai, assistant captain to 6^th squad’s Captain Kuchiki, after being defeated by Ichigo has only one thing to say to him—“Save Rukia!” Kira and Hinamori come upon Renji and are amazed that he has been defeated, but they are too late to fight Ichigo, as he and Ganju and Hanatoro have already gone. Kira and Hinamori intend to send Renji to be healed by the 4^th Company but are prevented from doing so by Byakuya Kuchiki, who instructs them to dump him in a cell! Gin Ichimaru assures Kira and Hinamori that he will send word to 4^th Company anyway. Toshiro Hitsugaya appears after Gin leaves and warns Hinamori not to trust the Third Company, especially….

Head-Captain Yamamoto overlooks Gin’s previous actions and declares all-out war on the Ryoka.

Ichigo awakens to find himself being healed by Hanataro of the wounds he suffered fighting Renji. When he insists he’s ready to go, Ganju knocks him out again, proving how weak he really is. Hanataro tells Ganju that Ichigo’s life was saved by a mask in his pocket, one which resembles a Hollow. How did he acquire such an object, though?

Disturbed by the idea of fighting, the peaceful Hinamori, assistant captain of the 6^th Company, seeks out her captain, Aizen, to speak with him. His soothing voice and words, his calm smile, relax her so much she falls asleep. When she wakens, she finds Aizen gone and she is going to be late for assembly if she doesn’t hurry. Luckily, she knows a short-cut, but in taking this route, she comes upon a horrific sight!

Hinamori finds herself in hot water when she tries to attack Gin for what she believes he has done, only to be confronted by Kira. Hitsugaya steps in between them and has both arrested, then warns Gin not to ever make Hinamori bleed. Rangiku Matsumoto visits Hinamori in her cell and brings her a letter addressed to her that was found in Captain Aizen’s room, revealing what he has discovered.

Ichigo, Ganju, and Hanatoro approach the high tower where Rukia is being held, which seems surprisingly empty of people, only to feel a frightfully enormous spiritual pressure. The pressure turns out to belong to the soul reaper who Ikkaku spoke of to Ichigo, Kenpachi Zaraki, captain of the 11^th Company. He anticipates an interesting fight against Ichigo and is excited to get started. Ichigo tells Ganju and Hanataro to go ahead and continue with their mission while he stays behind to engage in battle with Kenpachi.

Meanwhile, Chad has run into the captain of the 8^th Company, Shunsui Kyoraku, a very laid-back fellow in a pink flowered kimono. Shunsui attempts to get Chad to have a drink with him,  not wishing to fight, but to no avail. Chad is giving him no choice in the matter.

I love this volume of Bleach for many reasons, but I have to mention first and foremost that I adore Shunsui Kyoraku, and these is his first real scenes in the series, which is exciting. Also the first real scenes with Kenpachi and Yachiru. I was upset over the unexpected and tragic death that occurred in this volume, but you’ll find that happens in Bleach, like it or not. It’s exciting to watch Ichigo work his way through the various captains and lieutenants of the 13 Court Guard Squads in order to reach Rukia. He is far stronger than they gave him credit for being. Uryu and Orihime were absent in this volume, but I’m sure we’ll see them soon.

I just finished watching the anime and am excited that I am still living the Bleach story through the manga. I understand that the manga goes beyond what I saw in the anime, so I look forward to seeing where it takes me. Another great volume of Bleach, looking forward to the next one!

Book Review: Soul Eater, Vol 6 by Atsushi Ohkubo

Soul Eater, Vol 6        

Author: Atsushi Ohkubo

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American release date: January 16, 2018Overall Personal Rating: 

★★★★

The race is on! Can the students of DWMA prevent the First Kishin from being resurrected? If not, what will the consequences be?

As Death the Kid hurries to join forces with Black Star and Tsubaki, he finds himself unable to proceed due to the asymmetry of the hallway he must pass through. Can Patty and Liz put him back on the right track and get him to move forward? Meanwhile, fearful of being caught up with, Free commandeers Tadpole Jackson from Eruka. Maka is facing down Crona. In order to defeat her, Maka allows herself to slip into madness. Will this work? And will she be able to come back from it?

Dr. Stein is battling Medusa, while still monitoring what is happening ahead of them. As Eruka and Free draw close to the First Kishin, they begin to fall under the spell of his madness, which manifests itself in various illusions.

This is one of the most action-packed, exciting volumes of Soul Eater so far, and I loved it. Everyone is racing toward the First Kishin. Some want to resurrect him, while the others wish to prevent that. Lives will be changed, sacrifices made, but who will come out on top? I consider Maka, if anyone, to be the star of this volume, but everybody plays their parts well, even Death Scythe.

As usual, there is a certain amount of humor to be found, even in the face of what might turn into tragedy. Look for Blair the Witch, who has a small part to play herself. Looking forward to the next volume!

Wednesday Briefs: In Pieces #85 (20.3)

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Ryan and Ben are visiting Cassie in St. Louis, and they spend a great day together. Surely only good things are in store for them, right? See what's happening in this week's chapter of In Pieces. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

In Pieces #85 (20.3)

The weather turned out to be every bit as gorgeous as promised. Their first stop once they reached Forest Park was indeed the Art Museum where they headed straight to the Impressionist rooms. Ryan remembered Dad had brought the two boys there when they were maybe twelve and nine respectively, and they’d spent a great deal of time sitting in front of Monet’s huge Water Lilies, admiring its beauty—Liza hadn’t accompanied them, but that was hardly surprising since she seldom went anywhere with them after about the first year of their marriage. Once they’d paid sufficient homage to Monet, Degas, Matisse and the others, they visited the modern art, and a few of the other sections, as well. But they couldn’t linger too long in any one place and didn’t have time for them all, regretfully.

“We’ll be back,” Ryan promised Ben. “We can take more time then.” He squeezed Ben’s hand as he looked into his eyes, wanting to reassure him.

“Sounds like a plan,” Ben said. Ryan was happy that Ben wanted to come back here too.

They made a quick trip through the St. Louis Zoo, located near the Art Museum, which was considered to be one of the finest zoos in the country. Arriving just in time to catch the chimpanzee show, they all laughed at the limber animals’ antics, and pronounced the little chimps to be adorable. Afterward they bought food from one of the vendors and ate it at one of the picnic tables located in Forest Park and watched the boaters pedal around the lake. Once they had finished eating, Cassie drove them to the Science Center. The exhibits were amazing, many of them pro-active. Once again there was too much to see and do and too little time. They vowed they would return there as well.

Driving back to the house, Cassie said, “I thought we could get dinner down on the Hill tonight, if that’s okay with you.” The Hill was an Italian-American neighborhood known for its great Italian restaurants.

Okay with them? Ryan’s mouth was already watering just at the idea. Who didn’t love Italian food? And some of the finest was to be found down on The Hill. Still, he felt obligated to say something. “You don’t have to fuss over us,” he began, but Cassie broke in before he could complete his thought.

“I want to fuss over you,” she insisted. “You guys are so busy with the band and everything, I don’t know when I’ll get another chance like this.” She pulled into the driveway of her house and parked. Turning to face them, she added, “Don’t worry. You can play host sometime when you’re big shot musicians and touring all the major cities.” She winked at them. Ryan started to remind her he wasn’t actually a musician, or even part of the band, but that didn’t really matter. He felt as though he was a part of Salvation. More importantly, he was a part of Ben’s life, and that’s what really counted.

“Absolutely,” Ben spoke up. “Once we get things sorted out and get back on track…” Ryan noticed a slight frown crease Ben’s forehead but it quickly passed.

“About that,” Cassie began. “There are some things I’d like to talk to you two about, if you—” When she stopped speaking suddenly, Ryan cast a curious glance toward her, but her attention was focused on the front door. “Who’s that?” she said. Ryan followed her line of vision and his heart sank.

Liza was there, sitting in a lawn chair on the front porch, as if she had every right to be there. No sense in asking how she found the house, since she’d lived there once upon a time. The question was what did she want now? Ryan was afraid he already knew the answer to that one. How naïve to think she’d given up on her obscene quest to snatch Ben away from him. He glanced uneasily at Cassie, but she seemed to have already sized up the situation.

“Maybe you guys should wait here,” Cassie said. “I can deal with this.” She opened her car door and eased out. Ryan was surprised to hear the other door open at the same time.

“I can’t and I won’t run from her forever,” Ben said. “I want this to end. Now.”

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Virtual Book Tour: The Billionaire's Board by Lark Anderson

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The Billionaire's Board

by Lark Anderson

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GENRE:   Contemporary Romance

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BLURB:

When Remi Stone is promoted to director at Icor Tech by the INSANELY HOT, chiseled, PERFECT 10 CEO, the last thing she expected was for chaos to ensue. Boy—she should have been more prepared.

Who would have ever thought that being 23.7 hours early for a meeting would ever lead to a series of life-changing events that would see me influencing the course of a billion-dollar corporation—but I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s go back to the day AFTER my time-anxiety induced early bird mishap.

You see, I went into Icor Tech’s boardroom to present at the quarterly ‘Innovation Meeting,’ completely unprepared for all the enemies I was about to make. The board itself—and all the directors!

But that’s exactly what happened when the handsome, aloof, BILLIONAIRE CEO, Gabriel Icor himself, promoted me to director at 23 with NO FLIPPING WARNING!

Now, I have a bunch of seasoned board members thinking I’m an ‘upstart’ mouse. A bunch of employees angry their careers plateaued well before mine. And two insanely hot, crazy-successful, competitive, and ever charming businessmen courting me.
Oh, and get this—I’ve never so much as been on a date before.

What’s a girl to do? Well, I’ll tell you one thing that’s never advisable...

Accidentally blurting out you’re not wearing panties.

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EXCERPT:

This is exactly what they expect from a millennial. Shitty work ethics, entitlement, living in my parent’s basement. None of those traits fit me, but the room full of grey hairs I’m about to brief don’t know that. They don’t know that I tested out of high school at fifteen, received my Bachelor’s in Engineering at Cornell by nineteen, and my Masters by the time I was twenty-two. They just see a young, fair-haired woman and assumed I got my job because of who I know or some affirmative action bullshit.

Kibbles! I can’t forget to feed Kibbles, the aging cat my dearly departed grandmother left to me.

The cat hates me, looking for any reason to shred my bedding and furniture. She’s possessed, more than likely by my dear dead grandma, who was never very happy no matter how much I called, visited, or wrote. Not that she ever really wanted to see me, but she sure did like the checks I was writing for her. I swear, she left me Kibbles just to spite me.

It isn’t enough to leave one bowl of food out. Kibbles demands three, placed strategically around the apartment, filled to capacity. If the kibble level so much as lowers by half an inch, Kibbles goes into an angry panic. She dug up every single plant one day and shredded my shower curtain on another. The last thing I need is another Kibbles meltdown.

Oh, wonderful, the cat’s glaring at me. Don’t panic. It’s not a big deal. It’s just a cat.

Just a cat. Ha! That’s like saying, ‘Oh, it’s just Satan, Lord of the Underworld.’

Pull yourself together, Remi. You’re facing the board and a room full of directors today. Don’t blow this!

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Lark Anderson was raised near Syracuse, New York. She joined the USAF at 19 as a Flight Manager and eventually discharged in pursuit of a college degree, eventually achieving her MBA.

Since her years in the Air Force, she has worked as a Claimsanager, a Business Analyst, an Editor, and a Web Page Designer, filling several roles, such as Fraud Investigator, Auditor, Graphic Designer, and Marketer.

Lark’s passion for writing manifested in elementary school, but she waited until she was in her 20’s to pursue her passion. Now, she writes and assists other authors in fulfilling their dreams full time.

Lark's interests are broad. She likes her fantasy dark and her romance steamy! She plays Magic: the Gathering and LOVES going to cons and interacting with fellow geeks.

Currently, she is writing contemporary romance and is in contract negotiation to develop a sitcom she has been working on.

Twitter: @mims_words / https://twitter.com/mims_words

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The book is on sale for $0.99.

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Virtual Book Tour: Once Upon a Time, Bitches by Branden LaNette

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Once Upon a Time, Bitches

by Branden LaNette

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GENRE:   Self-help

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BLURB:

That’s Branden on the cover. Yes, she has a boy’s name, a Mom bod, and her tattoos are not photoshopped. She doesn’t look like your typical author and she sure doesn’t look like the next self-help Instagram sweetheart. 

However, besides being a wife, mom to six kids (plus others with fur), coach and business owner, Branden is the author of the new book, Once Upon a Time, Bitches. It’s a fast paced, in your face, expletive laced, nothing held back message to women everywhere: There is no magic fairytale, but if YOU work at it enough you can come pretty close to creating your version with a happily ever after. 

But first, no more whining and no more damsel locked in a tower, bullsh*t. Is it possible to design a fairytale life? Control your destiny? Be the hero in your story? Branden thinks there is and she wants to help you.

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EXCERPT:

Success is different for everyone, clearly. Right now, with an 8-month-old baby in my arms as I type this, I define success as getting clothes onto both of us.

Success doesn’t have anything to do with your bank account, either. So don't think you can’t speak up in a meeting or approach someone with a business idea just because you think they’re “more successful” than you are. Fantastic Fran may be making $1 million per year and you’ve only got only $47.22 in the bank.

Your idea could be worth $10 million, maybe more, who knows? You’ll never know unless you speak up and take a chance.

Success also has nothing to do with followers, likes or clicks. And it sure as fuck isn’t about approval from friends and family.

Move the f on with that sh*t.

“Success” is what you say it is. It is waking up AF to be alive. Success is wearing your heart on the outside and sharing a gift with another human. Success is happiness in the things you do, not in the things you have.

Success isn’t ANYTHING anyone else tells you it is. It’s what you tell yourself it is. Which ultimately means that, if you’re taking my advice, you should ignore everything I just said success is and/or isn’t because, in the end, only you can define what in the fuck success is for you. Only you.

Only you.

Don’t let me or anyone else define what makes you happy. Your inner feelings define what success is, and your smile describes it to the world.

Fran thinks I am a hot mess, and she’s right. Karen thinks I’m a superstar, and she’s right, too. Neither of their opinions affect my definition. Neither of their judgements dulls my shine.

I know I’m a success because I have everything I’ve ever wanted, saggy boobs and all. I could do without some of the cellulite, but now we’re just nitpicking.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Branden LaNette doesn’t look like a typical author but she has long ignored what she “should” do, say and look like. On her own at a very young age, Branden eventually found herself with the wrong guy, the wrong job, and a bleak future. The fairytale she was promised as a child never materialized.

Finally, Branden decided that she wanted something different for her life, and realized no one was going to do it for her. Prince charming wasn’t coming to save her—she’d have to save herself.

Step by step, decision by decision, through major trials and tribulations that would stop most people in their tracks, Branden learned how to turn heartbreak into happiness and self-judgement into inner joy.

Today, Branden LaNette is an entrepreneur, coach, speaker, wife, and stay-at-home Mom to six C-section babies (ages 1-16) and way too many f-ing pets. Somehow, however, she manages to juggle all of this effortlessly (a blatant lie) while pushing her way through the kinds of fear and self-doubts that whisper within all of us (totally true) to achieve her goals. Her most recent dream come true is this book, one that is destined to have a major impact on millions of women across the globe (or at least nine people in Michigan.)

Through it all, she has found her happiness, her joy, and more importantly, her voice. 

Contact Info:

Website: BrandenLanette.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Branden.Lanette

Twitter: @Branden_Lanette

Instagram:@@Brandenlanettel

Hashtags: #OnceUponaTimeBitches #OUATB

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Once-Upon-Time-Bitches-Fairytale/dp/1947814869/

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Blog Q & A

1. Let me say first that I am on Day Three of “No sugar and No alcohol.” This is easy then – if I were marooned on a small island and had only one person and item of my choice, I would take my husband and a shovel. I’ll let you imagine what happens next.

2. If I had to choose a musical that best exemplifies my life, it would be “Waitress.” I’d be the waitress. Only I escape all of the negative bullshit in my life by facing it and writing about it, instead of selling pies.

3. A scene using the words Hammer, Saucer, and Traffic Lights?! I wish the words were hammered and sauced. But I’ll make this work.  “Gripping the steering wheel, I couldn’t wait for the traffic lights to change. I had never been so mad in my life. All I could hear was his apology over and over. It made my stomach f**king turn. I could taste the vomit daring to come up. My face was wrinkled in disgust. I looked down and saw the blood trickling down my hand. The broken saucer I picked up must have sliced it and I didn’t even feel it. I never knew a red light could last so long. I hope I wiped my fingerprints off of the hammer.” 

4. What’s my idea of romantic time with my SI? Romantic time with my husband, is probably enjoyed best during our drives in the country. Minus the kids of course. We have our best talks and come up with our biggest dreams during these times

5. When I start a new story do a start with a character or a plot. Well you just gave me three words and I came up with a story, so I think I’m very versatile. I feel like I have a character with the story and that unfolds into something bigger.

6. As far as my favorite villain, I love Maleficent. after being so broken, she still found a way to love truly and deeply. I relate to that a lot.

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