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Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Meet Me on Monday, July 13, 2010

It’s Monday again, so we have another set of questions from Java at Never Growing Old. Meet Me on Monday is a way for us to get to know a little more about one another, the things that might not be reflected in our blogs.

So...............Here is my Q&A for July 13!


1. What do your normally eat for breakfast
?

Coffee is my breakfast. I don’t wake up hungry, and
I just can’t eat first thing in the morning!

2.  What kind of vehicle do you drive?


I drive my late husband’s 1997 Lincoln Town Car. It only
has 60,000 miles on it, and I couldn’t get rid of
the Honda Odyssey fast enough. It was a cruel
reminder of our need for it because of Clint’s
wheelchair. I love driving the land yacht, just love it.
Its in great condition, and I feel kind of cool tooling
around in it!

3.  Have you ever met a famous person(s)?


Clint an I met Harvey Keitel in a bookstore in Paris. I
also met Ellen Gilchrist and Shelby Foote in New Orleans.
I consider them literary celebrities!

4.  What is your favorite ice cream flavor?

Baskin Robbins Jamocha Almond Fudge. Tasteeeeee.

5.  Which TV Channel do you watch the most?
I rarely turn on my TV, but I DVR several programs.
I always watch The Closer and Law and Order, Criminal
Intent. Ahhhhhhhhh, Jeff Goldblum.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Encounter at The Ritz

07/11/10


It’s Sunday night, and I am just getting around to Jenny Matlock's fabulous meme, Saturday Centus. Each week she gives us a prompt with which we are expected to write a 100 word story, using it as a guide or as part of the text. This week, we have 100 extra words, because she has thrown us something of a knuckle ball by asking us to write in the style of an Harlequin Romance Novel. Hell, I’ve had so much going on, I may not finish it tonight, but I’ll give it a go. I never, ever gave a second thought to writing romance. This ain’t gonna be easy. I’m sure I’ll need the extra 100 words. So, here’s this week’s prompt and my take on it. The prompt will appear in italics.

When I turned around I was startled to meet a green eyed gaze..."



I felt the unmistakable heat of a man, and when I turned around I was startled to meet a green eyed gaze. They were emerald pools in a chiseled face, half obscured by a lock of black hair. He tossed back his head, reached around me to lean on the bar. My breath caught in my throat, and I could feel his eyes scan from my face down to my breasts, glowing now with desire for this stranger. He tilted one side of his full mouth into a sexy smile and took my arm, then slid his muscled arm around my waist, pulling me toward the door.

My heart pounded as he touched the elevator button and we walked inside. Alone in the car, he turned to me, and pinned me against the wall, breathing warmly on my throat before touching the stop button on the car panel.

His strong hands caressed my waist, moving down to briefly brush my buttocks, then sliding up my back to my shoulders and down to the tops of my breasts. Defenseless against his charms, I shimmied the straps off my shoulders, raised my arms and took his face in my hands, kissing him deeply, allowing his tongue to explore my mouth. He restarted the car, it slid open, and he swept me into his suite.

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Friday, July 9, 2010

Feeling Afraid

Hey, it’s already Six Word Friday, Melissa’s great meme. Today’s word is “feeling,” and as usual I have chosen to write a poem with six words per line. I am currently on an airplane to Miami to visit my son, who has been sick. Yesterday was his 41st birthday.

He has special needs and has had quite a hard time for the last two weeks. I am linking this post back to The Red Sweater so you can read about the Trials of Parrish. Just click on the title of this post!

Meanwhile, here’s my poem for this week.


Feeling Afraid

I could go on forever feeling
these feelings of butterflies in my
throat as the plane descends into
Miami. Sometimes I think the butterflies
live in my throat, have taken
up permanent residence there to stop
me from forgetting to be afraid.



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Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Expectations

Thanks to Jennee, I have found yet another blog hop, and this one is really cool. Click on her Cheap Therapy Button in my sidebar and pop over to participate! She has given us three thought provoking questions that reveal some things about ourselves.


I’m cj Schlottman. I’m 62 but don’t look it, and I live in Macon Georgia, in the heat belt of the Deep South with my two dogs, Honey, a Lhasa Apso and Belle, a Boxer. I also have a betta fish whose name is Mr. Palmer. I have one grown son who has schizoaffective disorder and lives in a personal care home. My only grandchild is Addie Duck, and she lives in Savannah. She is above average.

Three simple questions? We’ll see.

I’ll take them ad seriatum,

What have people always thought that you would be doing with your life?

I don’t recall ever being pushed in one direction or another by my mother. I think she expected me to educate myself in the field of my choice, and she never doubted that I could do just that. My family and friends, I think, expected me to succeed at whatever I chose to do with my life.

I am a nurse, have been in 1969, and I’m a good one. I’m just making a transition back into the field after the death my husband, Clint, last year. I will be working with Hospice. He was a physician and retired early so we could travel. Thank God for those years. The memories sustain me now.

And I’m a writer both of prose and poetry. I have no desire to be published. It is my “Cheap Therapy,” though I take it quite seriously and work continuously at my craft. I have been a member of an ongoing writer’s workshop for women since 1996. It’s called Zona Rosa and we meet once a month at the home of our mentor, Rosemary Daniell, in Savannah, Georgia, which is 160 miles down the road. If you don’t know about her, she was at the forefront of the feminist movement in the early 1980’s and scandalized the entire South with her memoir, Fatal Flowers. In an effort to improve my writing, I am reading Proust (I’m on the seventh and final novel, The Past Regained) and Nin and Flaubert. I’m working my way to D. H. Lawrence and Dylan Thomas.


Are they surprised by the path you’ve chosen?

No. I have never doubted myself, so others believe in me, too.


Are you surprised at your own path?

I became a nurse out of necessity, as it was the only profession I could predisoe in our little town except teaching. I ended up loving it!

As for writing, I have been writing all my life, so it does not surprise me that I have taken it up seriously.

Maybe this gives a little insight into who I am!

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Monday, July 5, 2010

Meet Me on Monday

Here are our questions for Melissa's Meet Me on Monday



1. What is your favorite Fast Food Restaurant?
Does Waffle House Count? If so, that's the greatest!

2. If given a complete freedom to start afresh, what profession would you choose and why?
I would be a professor, a teacher of poetry.

3. Do you prefer your toilet paper to come over the roll or under the roll?
Oh, under, no doubt about it!

4. What was your favorite tv show as a child?
"Ozzie and Harriett." I was in love with Ricky Nelson!

5. What is your favorite Summer drink?
Lemonade, made from fresh lemons!

Choosing our Heirs

It’s Monday night, and I am just getting around to Week Nine of Jenny Matlock’s ingenious meme called Saturday Centus. Don’t know about it? Just click on her button on my sideboard to learn all about it.

I’m pleading “holiday weekend” and “blog overload” syndrome for being so slow to publish my post on this week’s prompt:

"Are you sure that's the one you want?" I felt a little lump in my throat as I peered down at my choice, held tightly in my hand. I didn't think this would be so nerve-wracking. Was I making the wrong decision? I couldn't agonize over this any longer.

I took a deep breath before managing to say, "... Yes, it is."


Here is my take on it. You will see the prompt in italics.



I sat for a moment, taking a breath and drinking in the face on the photo in my hand. I stood and paced around the office, saying silent prayers, pleading with God for help. I reread the biography, and still unsettled, looked to the counselor, pleading with my eyes for some sort of advice.

Finally, I said, “This is it. This is the one, no doubt.

She queried, "Are you sure that's the one you want?" I felt a little lump in my throat as I peered down at my choice, held tightly in my hand. I didn't think this would be so nerve-wracking. Was I making the wrong decision? I couldn't agonize over this any longer.

I took a deep breath before managing to say, "... Yes, it is."

''
My head held high, I walked confidently out of the sperm bank.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

My Heart's in Lost and Found

Hey! It's six word fridays again! Today, Melissa has assigned us the word "found." Her format draws six word lined poems out of me, and here is mine for today. Please look on my sidebar for six word fridays and click on the little tools to go to Melissa's blog. You will be amazed at what you find there!


My heart's in Lost and Found
just where I do not know.
I had it with me when
you died, or did I? Maybe
you took it on your final
journey, forgot to send it back.

It was yours alone, for sure
as I gave it to you those
many years past in the heat
of our new love, the fire
of new passion and youthful lust.

I miss my heart as I
do you, my one true love.
Please come back and bring it.
Oh, I know you can't do
that. You can't come back, but
could you leave my heart in
my dream one night, a kiss
out of darkness on my breast,
the flutter of its beating restored?