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Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “His/hers”

His hand engulfed her smaller one, but he only squeezed it gently. “You have to go talk to her, Carisa,” Carlos told her.

Carisa shook her head. “She doesn’t want to talk to me. I already told you that.”

Carlos sighed and leaned back, sitting against the edge of his desk. He muttered something in Spanish she couldn’t quite make out. It hadn’t been allowed in their house, but that had never stopped Carlos. None of her father’s rules had really ever stopped Carlos. He’d still turned out to be a pretty good man.

She’d tried to follow every rule, and what had it gotten her? Absolutely nothing. So, maybe Carlos had always had the right of it.

“You’re being foolish,” he said. “The both of you. I’ve seen the two of you together. It’s right. Pushing each other away isn’t going to do any good. Why can’t you just learn from my mistakes?”

Her lips twitched up. “Hey, you got the girl anyway,” she reminded him. “And now you have the perfect little family.”

“And almost got her killed in the process. You always forget that part. Everyone does, but I can’t. Trust me, you don’t want that weight on you. Jayla won’t, either.”

“She doesn’t want me,” Carisa said. “So, it doesn’t matter anyway.”

“You know that isn’t true. She’s just scared. From what you told me, she has every reason to be.”

“Then why won’t she let me help?”

“Foolish, like I already said. But, it can be hard to see that when your heart’s involved.”

Carisa shook her head. It seemed like the only heart that was involved was hers.


Today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was to use “his/her(s) in the post. Bonus points for starting with one and ending with the other. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to get the other in at the end, but I managed it. This fits right in with where I’m at in Whatever It Takes.


Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “Tail/Tale”

“I hope you have a good tale for that tail sticking out of your shirt,” Eamonn said as Desmund came into the room.

The other man didn’t say a word as he turned back to close the door. Still Eamonn put his pen back near the inkwell and leaned back in the chair, waiting. He’d gone on thinking Desmund was dead for too many months. He could have patience with the man right here with him now.

Desmund hissed as he started to turn back to Eamonn. Or was that whatever was in his shirt? “Should I be jealous?” Eamonn asked quietly then lowered his voice even more. “That something is closer to you than I am.” They always had to speak quietly here. The walls were too thin.

One corner of Desmund’s mouth lifted into a smile. “At least you never dig your claws into me this way. Ouch! Will you stop that?” he demanded of the wriggling lump under his shirt.

Eamonn laughed and moved over to him, slipping free some of the buttons of his shirt. Suddenly a ball of white and gray fur fell into his hands and let out a sharp “mew”. Eamonn cradled the kitten in the palm of his hand, scratching his fingers over the top of its head. When he ran his hand over the kitten’s body, he could feel every bump of its ribs. “Where did you find him?” Her? He hadn’t even checked.

“Crying in the alley. Couldn’t just leave her there all alone.”

Of course he couldn’t. Desmund had such a soft spot for any animal in need. He was always feeding strays behind the inn. But, the innkeeper never let them keep any of them. “How did you get her past Mal? Wasn’t he downstairs?”

“Why do you think she was in me shirt? We can keep her, right?”

Like he was ever able to say no when Desmund looked at him like that.


Today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was to use tail/tale, one or both, any way we want. I had several half-formed ideas by the time I got up this morning, but this is the only one that stuck and formed into more. If it does make it into the book, it’ll be somewhere in the second half of book 2 of my Green Hills & Smoky Fields series, which I’m still plotting.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “In Other Words”

“In other words, you hate us simply for where we were born.”

Thom sneered at Eamonn. “That is not the only reason.”

“It does seem as it’s the biggest one, though. And it is not as if ye are the first one with that opinion. If not for it, me brother and I would still be to home, our parents still alive, and our farm not burned to the ground.” Eamonn had to take a deep breath. “Little more than a sea separates where we were born-”

“More than that separates us,” Thom said as Desmund moved past Eamonn, just brushed a hand over his elbow. Eamonn didn’t think Thom had missed the gesture, though. “It doesn’t matter how pretty you try to talk, you’ll never rise above what you are.”

Eamonn had held his temper these last weeks. But, they were off the ship now. They didn’t have to worry about stumbling into each other. And now Eamonn felt like he was going to explode with that contained anger. But, they still stood on the docks, and he knew it was not safe to let it all go.

Safe was something he and Desmund might never be.


This week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was to work “in other words” into the post somewhere. I had a couple things pop into my head for the one. I could have taken it anywhere with any of them. But, this is from the story I’m currently plotting, Book 2 of my Green Hills & Smoky Fields series. I finished Book 1 last month and getting into the thick of plotting book 2. Which I won’t be writing until probably May(Flames of Knowledge is slated for April, so it just depends on if I finish it in one month).

SOCS/Just Jot It January: Day 27 – “Movement”

Connor glided across the dance floor. At least that’s the way it looked to Ames. It was a beautiful sight. If only they were the one in his arms. Ames shook their head and turned away. They weren’t usually so fanciful. Not in a long time.

They weren’t jealous. It was something Ames kept repeating over and over,  hoping maybe it would sink in. He was dancing with his new sister-in-law. It wasn’t a big deal. Ames didn’t even like to dance. God, what was their problem?

Ames dropped into a chair at one of the tables. It had emptied out while it seemed everyone was dancing. They just needed to get steady again. He always seemed to throw them off.

But, when Ames looked back out at the dance floor, it was worse. Connor was no longer dancing with Megan. In fact, she was heading off the floor, right towards Ames. They continued to look past her, where Connor was still dancing. Now, with a little girl, maybe six years old, with blond curls, and bright green eyes that almost matched Connor’s. His brother’s daughter. And Megan’s.

“Kaelin wanted to dance with her uncle Con,” Megan said, dropping into a chair beside them, not seeming to care what it did to her dress. “And I could certainly do with getting off my feet for a little bit.”

“You looked like you were having fun out there.”

Megan laughed. “Oh, I was. Connor’s a good dancer. I’m surprised you haven’t found that out for yourself yet.” She didn’t look surprised, though. The look she shot Ames seemed all too knowing.

Ames kept their own gaze averted. They might work together occasionally, but Megan didn’t really know them.  Sometimes Ames didn’t think anyone really did. It was probably better that way. Except when Connor looked right into their eyes. Then, they weren’t sure there was anything better.


Today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday/Just Jot It prompt was to use a movement. I decided to continue the last couple day’s backdrop of Callum’s wedding. These scenes will come in a little past the midway point of Flames of Knowledge.

SOCS/Just Jot It January: Day 20 – “Oc”


Connor jerked his head up from his position over his sketchbook and glanced from his youngest nephew, Desmond, to the book he was holding out. “Octopus,” Connor said, nearly laughing. “Yes, that’s an octopus on the cover.”

The boy shoved the book at Connor and he sighed, setting aside the sketchbook so the boy could climb up onto his lap. He opened the book to the first page and Desmond poked his finger at it. “Sark.”

“Yes, that’s a shark,” he confirmed, putting emphasis on the ‘h’ Desmond had skipped.

“Tittle,” the boy said as he flipped another page, grinning.

Connor barely held back a laugh. “That’s definitely a turtle.”

His nephew bounced a little on his lap. “Dofin.”

“Dolphin. You sure do know your sea creatures, Des.”

The boy nodded and grinned up at Connor. “Sea. Swim.”

“You want to swim with the sea creatures? Let’s see what we can do.” He grabbed his sketchbook and flipped it open to a blank page. The boy squirmed on his lap, but he didn’t move as Connor quickly sketched the lines of the animals Desmond had pointed out. Then, he drew one more figure before showing the picture to his nephew. The boy practically beamed.

“That Des,” he said, pointing to the last figure Connor had drawn.

“Yes, that’s you,” Connor confirmed.

“Me have?”

Connor tore the picture out of his sketchbook and handed it to the boy. “You certainly can.”

Desmond leaped off his lap and tore from the room. “Mama,” he cried. “Mama, me swim wif sea.”

Connor laughed softly then flipped back to the page he’d been working on. “You’re good with him,” Ames said, coming up behind him. “All of them, really. Are you sure that’s not what you want?”

He turned toward them, but Ames’ kept their arm around him. “I want you,” he said. “That’s enough.” But, the truth was he did want it, but he didn’t let it occupy his thoughts. Well, only occasionally.


Haha, I didn’t think I’d get the ending word in there, but it worked!! Today’s Just Jot It January/Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was to begin your post with a word starting with ‘oc’. I cheated a little, since it isn’t a real word. Or at least not spelled correctly. But this popped into my head after I read the prompt and wouldn’t let me go. Now, I’m not always sure what normal speech development is for kids. Mine weren’t normal. My daughter(now 10) had a significant speech delay(at 3 she was barely using a dozen or so words, at 4 she was using words like ‘incubator’ perfectly. She’s  always waited to do everything until she knows she can do it just right). My son wasn’t quite as delayed, but still a bit behind. But, this felt right for a just turned 2 year old that isn’t one of my kids. 😉

SOCS/Just Jot It January: Day 13 – “His eyes shut”

With his eyes shut, Connor ran the pencil over the page in his sketchbook. It was an exercise he liked to do sometimes, especially when nothing else seemed to come for him. “Get out of your own way,” he muttered. It was what one art teacher had always told him he needed to do more of.

His hand kept moving, but he refused to let himself look at what he was doing. It might look like crap when he was finished, but he could usually pull something out of it. He only drew lines: long ones, short ones, curved ones. Everything else would wait for later, when he knew what he was creating.

Connor didn’t know how long it took but his hand was starting to ache when he set his pencil down. And he finally blinked his eyes open. He drew in a breath. Other than a few stray lines, it was right. Just right. He wanted to run right to his easel and start. But, he couldn’t do that right now.

Instead he kept staring down at the page. How had he not seen it already. It had been right there in front of him this whole time.

Get out of your own way. Yeah, that was exactly what he’d needed to do. In more than just one way, it seemed.


Today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday(and Just Jot It) was:

look to the publication (book, newspaper, permission slip from your kid’s teacher, whatever you find) closest to you, and base your post on the sixth, seventh, and eighth word from the beginning of the page.

I really hope using an ebook isn’t cheating. 😉 Since that’s what I’m currently reading, I opened Hamilton’s Battalion(a series of 3 romances set near the end of the Revolutionary war) and took the words from the beginning of Chapter 5 of “The Pursuit Of…” by Courtney Milan. (The whole line was: John could feel sleep tugging his eyes shut, fogging his brain).

Unlike Connor, I am not an artist. Though I do use the same technique when I’m writing sometimes(not by hand, because that would just be a mess). Sometimes I find the words come easier, though, when I’m not actually staring at the screen.

I skipped yesterday’s Just Jot It because I got stuck in the garage all Thursday night(screen door of our house wouldn’t open, so I had no way to get back in the house until daughter woke up Saturday morning). Needless to say, I did not feel like doing much at all Friday. Hopefully I won’t skip any of the others. And I think we got the door latch fixed so it won’t jam like it did Thursday night.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday/Just Jot It January: Day 6 – “Eco”

“You know that isn’t what I meant.”

“Do I really?” Connor asked. “Sometimes I’m not quite sure how to decode what you’re saying.”

Ames turned their head to stare at him. “What do you mean? I don’t talk in code.”

He snorted and tipped his head up to stare at the sky. “Sometimes I think the whole world is talking in code around me.”

Ames laughed and put their hand on his knee. “And your brother’s said you’re a genius.”

“And you think that means I know what they’re saying all the time. Sometimes I feel like the stupidest person in the room because I missed a joke everyone else got.” He turned his head and looked at them again. “Talk to me about painting or some sort of art or something I can find in a book, and I won’t have a problem. Make a joke with some underlying meaning, and I’m lost.” He sent them a shy smile, and that was nearly enough to do them in.

How was Ames going to defend their heart against him when he kept knocking down all the walls they’d always kept around it?


Today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday/Just Jot It January prompt was to use a word with ‘eco’ in it. I looked through a list of words and when I saw decode, those first couple lines popped into my head.


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