#Throwback Thursday ~ Out of the Shadows and Into my Book…

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This is how Silent PayBack began…

For more than a week now, I have had this new character in my head. He has been following me around, watching my every move. I have tried to talk to him, in my head, you understand, but he has this enigmatic smile, and that’s all I get from him.

I think he wants me to figure out what to do with him, guess what he wants to do but so far, my brain is siding with him and refusing to cooperate.

This morning, I decided I would try to interview him, something I have done before with several of my characters, but you guessed it, he wouldn’t even sit down!

All I know so far is that I do want to write about him, and if I must go through hoops to do it, so be it!

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him nod just then, so it would seem the game is on…

At first glance, he seems an unlikely hero, at least for one of my books. Not very tall, and slender with dark eyes and long hair tied back in a ponytail. Simply dressed in a dark shirt and jeans. But there is an aura about him, he could be a magician, magically producing doves from balls of tissue or flowers from thin air.

He has moved a little closer. I seem to have his full attention…

He is probably something in law enforcement, a police officer or detective, or why would he have turned up on my doorstep? I get killers too, but somehow I know he isn’t one of them. I hadn’t intended to write another crime thriller, I fancied a change, something haunting or spooky perhaps.

There is another character in my head, and although this one looks harmless, all blonde and attractive, the boy next door type. But I know instinctively that he means trouble. Are these two men destined to cross swords? I am beginning to think they are…

I have a lot of thinking imagining to do and to save confusion; I will call the dark haired one David and the blonde William. I already know they are two very different people, and discovering what they are about will be very interesting…

And the rest, as they say, is history…

©Jaye Marie 2020

More Important than Silence!

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There will be no #Silent Sunday post this week, as I was reading Jill Dennison’s lovely post about Hugging and decided we needed these more…

Here is an excerpt…

“Today is for hugging friends! Hugging has been around for millennia and is practiced by almost all cultures as a way to connect with others without using language. Hugs have traditionally been given in may scenarios: as a greeting or goodbye, for sympathy or congratulations, and for gratitude, support, and affection. The word “hug” seems to have come from “hugga,” an Old Norse word meaning “to comfort.” “Hug” was first used around 1610, to describe a wrestling hold. It began being used for its current meaning in the 1650s.

Hugs may release a hormone called oxytocin into the bloodstream. This hormone, produced in the pituitary gland, helps lower blood pressure, heart rate, and the stress hormone cortisol. It also reduces anxiety, improves mood and memory, and increase bonding and closeness. Those who hug often tend to have increased empathy for others. In order for hugs to be beneficial, those participating must trust each other and both want to hug. Otherwise, the opposite effect happens and cortisol levels rise, causing stress.

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I love a good hug and feeling sorely deprived of late. So this post is for everybody who feels the same.  Consider yourselves well and truly hugged today!

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Interference… #Fiction

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Interference…

 

There was a knock on my door. Opening it, I asked ‘to who do I owe the pleasure?’

‘Satan.’ I heard him reply with a lop-sided grin, a flash of perfect white teeth. ‘I have come to show you around my kingdom, you have been in His one too long. Follow me, careful not to tread on my tail.’

A flash of smoke, a smell of sulphur and he vanished.

Maybe he was kidding, asking me to follow. I was left with the strangest feeling I had seen this man before. Who could forget those piercing blue eyes?

Shaking myself down thinking I must be overworked, seeing things that weren’t there.

The day bled away like water.

Colleagues smiled, chatted, making jokes. My day had been unchanged. The night, however, danced to a different tune.

Outlandish slaughters, murders of every kind. People in hells torment, Dante’s Inferno. There he was, operating my dreams.

‘This is what you were expecting, wasn’t it?’

‘It’s what we’ve been led to believe. Personally, I don’t believe in you or the other one.

No pitchfork or tail. He must have shed them before taking the helm of my sleeping mind. My private night space. I could have been dreaming of fairies for all I know. Seeing as how I sketch them most days, illustrating our latest acquisition. That’s not to say it’s the only kind of dream I have.

That was meant as an example. As I said, my night space is private. I don’t speak about my dreams, nor wonder what they mean.

As far as I can tell, dreaming is no more than a recycling bin, leftover rubbish from a former life spills out. This blue-eyed wonder seemed to know a lot about my bucket list. I want to travel, Venice, Paris, Egypt, The Rain Forest and Rome, to name but a few.

 

Over the last five nights, I have travelled to several of my favourite places, thanks to my unwanted benefactor. He managed to take my sleeping mind back in time to the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, Atlantis, the building of Petra, the beautiful pink city that was number one on my bucket list. The Pyramids, brick by brick, were not built by aliens.

 

One night he told me I could live anywhere, anywhere I choose. All I needed to do was end my life.

There came a blinding flash of life that woke me. My head cracking, a thunderstorm had taken over. Coffee, pills to ease the storm.

My thoughts rearranged themselves. If I believed in the devil, or in God, I would say this invader of my mind is the devil, trying to collect souls. A kind of competition, trying to outdo the Shining One, as my blue-eyed wonder referred to Him one night.

 

Remembering my RE, I know suicide to be one big sin. I’m not sure it’s one easily forgiven either, but I am the kind of person who likes to hedge their bets, seeing as how none of us knows the outcome of anything, planned or otherwise.

The universe has a way of putting the boot into best-laid plans. So I won’t be taking up his offer to end my life any time soon, to live in a paradise of my own choosing.

So you could say, the good guy, if he exists wins this one…

 

©anitadawes 2020

Random words… #Poetry

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Random words

I woke up this morning

With an Italian word stuck in my head

The word ‘Clemente’

Meaning merciful.

This happens too often

So I decided to write about it

To see if it would help

Often the words are very strange

So I asked Jaye to look them up

On the computer

There are many times

When the word returns

In some programme we are watching

I wonder what the Universe is trying to tell me

Random words seem to pop into my head

Whenever they feel like it

With no rhyme or reason

That I can understand

If I were to write them down

String them all together

They wouldn’t make a decent sentence

There doesn’t seem to be a reason for it

Maybe I am just nuts

Alternatively, something is trying to fill

The Swiss cheese holes in my head

There must be a lot, for the words keep on coming…

©anitadawes 2020

#Jaye’s Journal… Enjoying a happy moment!

 

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I have been escaping to the garden more and more lately. The weather has been slowly improving, so I should be able to start working on that very long list of jobs that need to be done.

The need to escape, even to the garden, has been gradually building as the news of this evil virus gets worse.

Everyone is getting edgy, wondering how bad it might get. I have always been an optimist, but I can feel it straining to assert itself.

The shops are empty, and the worry swings between getting sick or starving to death. Some choice, eh?

But… (changing the subject, as I’d rather not dwell on things I can’t do much about)

My bonsai are waking up and this never fails to cheer me up, although this year it seems to be just a little subdued.

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My Acer says hello…

I have been busy making sure I have everything I need for the repotting marathon, and the wood for the new shelving should be delivered soon.

The rain-sodden grass has been trying to dry out and although I didn’t feel like cutting it, I thought I had better get to it. Just as well I did, for it poured with rain the following day.

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The rest of the garden is waking up too and did my heart good to see my favourites have survived for another year.

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My favourite Camelia

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Not sure what this is called, but I love it!

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Forsythia, everyone’s favourite

Back indoors I try to come to terms with the virus situation. I can forget everything when I’m in the garden, but it waits for me the minute I come back in.

So many things are likely to change and to be honest, I’m terrified. The situation gets worse every day, yet no one seems to know how bad it will get.

Every time I wash my hands, I think about the people who have already died and pray there won’t be many more.

That a miracle will arrive and save us all…

 

©Jaye Marie 2020

 

Whispering Sisters… #Writephoto ~ Crown #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Crown #writephoto

 

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For visually challenged writers, the image shows a well trodden pathway through a field of mown wheat. The path leads up a hill to a green mound crowned with jagged standing stones.

 

Whispering Sisters

When I run out of road all I need

are mended words to heal my soul

I cross well-worn tracks

through new-mown wheat

Where whispering stones stand calling

Sharp, stubbled, a bed of nails

Ripping skin as I walk

Is it penance?

The stones whisper louder

carried to me by soft winds

Beware as you stand in the centre

The four sisters will send their warming hug

Are you ready to meet your true self?

Let your troubles fall away like autumn leaves

Bathe your mind in the sweet sound of a choir

As the stones lift their voices for you

The lush green land you stand on is sacred

Remove your shoes, let the energy

Enter the soles of your feet

Are you ready to walk new roads?

Clear of old karma?

As you leave the whispering stones

for new pilgrims, you hear

The music of a new day…

©anitadawes 2020

 

The Dream Weaver… #Poetry

 

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The Dream Weaver

I told you long ago we would meet again

How are you, after a lifetime

Of following false prophets?

Praying to Gods made of clay

Did you receive all you asked for?

Did I not weave your dreams

with steps for you to follow

whereby you would avoid many pitfalls.

I allowed the memory of your night vision

To remain come morning

Yet you wave them away as a fantasy

Night stuff, I heard you call it

Coincidence is brushed aside, misunderstood

Your life was meant to be the stuff of dreams

Yet here you are after fourscore and ten

Before me once more

Are you ready to start again with

the extra guidance I have spoken of?

Will you listen when you hear

strange whispers in the wind?

Will you follow where I lead

and live the life you prayed for?

©anitadawes 2020

 

#Jaye’s Journal ~ Growing old is no fun!

 

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I always thought I would sail through old age, much as I have coasted through my life so far. Don’t get me wrong, it has been eventful and not that pleasant on numerous occasions.

But I am a survivor if nothing else, and despite several attempts to stop me in my tracks, I have managed to overcome the obstacles that have been thrown my way.

Even the biggies, like two heart attacks and cancer.

So, why am I complaining?

All things considered, I thought growing older would be a doddle, but it isn’t.

I have become half a person.

50% of a person if you like, what with one good knee, one shoulder and hip, and of course, just half of a working brain.

Add galloping arthritis to the mix, something hell-bent on total domination and my days are getting better than ever!

I do try to improve the status quo with gentle yoga and stretching exercises, careful attention to my diet, mainly to stop eating known arthritis triggers, which is harder than you think for all my favourite foods are on that list!

Probably whistling at Dixie (whatever that means) for nothing seems to be working properly yet.

I am currently trying to simplify our workload (when did it all get so complicated?) in order to have more leisure (me time!) and to give the remaining brain cells a fighting chance, as I have an awful lot of writing I still want to do!

I would be interested in hearing how everyone else is coping (or not) with their advancing years…

 

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