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Okay not many of us can write in a bubble. Most of us need someone to bounce ideas off of, check our stories over, and keep things going. If you are smart you create a little team of people you can rely on. However even the best laid plans occasionally go haywire. Take my own writing for example. My main story has been trudging along. Sometimes faster, sometimes slower but always going forward. One of the main reasons for that are my beta and editor. My major problem is my beta is on vacation. I'm trying to struggle on without him but you never realize how you can depend on someone till they aren't there. I hope he has been having fun on his vacation but I want him back. Okay, so as not to swamp my guys I do try to keep a few options open. However, like most people if something isn't broke why fix it? For majority of my short stories I use a very good editor however she has been moving. Makes getting my short works out hard too. . I love my friends because I can depend on them for so much. They help my writing be the best it can be, from picking up mistakes in grammar and punctuation, to noting where I have left a time line I have created. Makes it all sort of worth it to have them around and helping me. If things seem to be coming out slower, well they are. I'd rather wait to have them check it out then force it out and people go, um Wayne, you know this isn't what you normally do, this, this and this was wrong. Sorry, won't be doing that. So hang in there and like me, wait it out. Enjoy for now. Here is hoping Irene decides to leave the East Coast alone. I have writing to do.

Why would you lie to me?

I've been personally having an off time in my life. Just one where you feel like, well somehow you are just not making a difference in your day to day life and don't know how to change that. Then you get that note or call from a friend that reminds you that you are able to touch people and make things a little brighter for them. Or more importantly they can come into your life and put a smile on your face. That is what happened to me today. Was just a horrible day all around and I wanted to sort of hide. Then I got home and found I had mail. I had a post card from a friend I had from college. That simple hello put a smile on my face. Then I got a package that wasn't really for me but something a friend asked if I would be kind enough to mail on to them because the items they wanted couldn't be sent outside of the US. Then I came on here to find KC kidding around with me and Rustle saying hi and that brought a big smile to my face. It is nice to know people can kid with me and like me Then I got a big kick out of talking to Mark. We usually just im each other but today we actually talked. I can say that he is a nice to talk to as he to instant message with. Just one of those people who helped turn my day around. All I can say is everyone needs friends and family who will help alter the bad days and make them into good one. Thank goodness for them all. They remind me how blessed I really I am.

Would you be willing to keep all my secrets?

Why do you want to know?

The idea for the ghost thing came up as kept seeing the end of that title .. And I ain't got no body. Come one now KC. Who said my mind ever worked in a normal fashion?

Is it wrong of me to say I hope the whole Colmar family goes down in flames? Peter doesn't sugar coat this does he. He lets the jury see that everything wasn't perfect in his life. The defense sure won't be able to say Peter is hiding anything. Great chapter and can't wait for more Andy.

Do I look like that type of guy?

I had the oldies station on and that old song come on. I didn't know whether to laugh, sing along, or cry. Just been that sort of day today. I guess overall I can't complain. I am meeting my bills, have a job, and have time to do what I enjoy but I miss not being able to share that with someone daily. I guess that is why I strive to have close friends. As long as you know you aren't totally alone things aren't too bad. Anyway I also got to thinking about what it might be like to be a ghost. With all the stuff going around what would it be like to literally have no body? Hmm. My mind works in strange ways but don't be surprised if you find a story along those lines sooner or later. In the meantime trying hard to get through my next piece for the Anthology. Have a good one all.

Is it bad that most of the things I wanted to be as child I have done in one fashion or another? I literally wrote a list for a class assignment in sixth grade on what I wanted to be. 1. Teacher 2. Chef 3. Actor 4. Writer 5. Parent Well four out of five isn't bad. I actually did go to school and hold an English Degree and am certified to teach. I did teach for four years till the school I worked at down sized and I ended up being one who was tossed. Oh well. I ran a restaurant for nearly ten years. During that time I worked with many chefs, learned how they cooked, took a few classes and all. I might not have title chef but I can cook nearly anything. As for acting, well I did end up stage managing a theater for a few years. I also learned lightening directions, and took the stage for a number of things. Had the lead in one of Neil Simmons' plays as well. I've played the good guy, the side kick, sung, danced, and played the heavy. I won't complain about anything I learned or did. It was a great time in my life. Writer covers many things. I was on the school paper in high school. I did the school paper in college. I wrote for school magazines. I even wrote for a local paper for a while. Now I write here. I would say that dream is acted on. The parent one is the only one I haven't achieved. Never found the right person and am sort of afraid to do that alone. Still not ancient yet so that might happen. In the mean time I do get to spoil my godchild.

Older as in late 40s? I want in on the slaps for that one. Even when I was 18 "older guy" usually meant senior citizen. Lord, I should find myself a cane and a wheelchair now. Forget the slap, I want him over my knee. As for phrases "pretty little woman", "sweet boy", and "succulent breast". Now I have yet to meet anyone who says that in real life referring to pretty .... Seems to be a stock phrase and comes with her being married. The "sweet boy" I don't know who is eating him but lord if they are he has to be made of candy. I have just read two romance novels (sometimes my friends have weirder taste in books than I do) where if the damn female lead didn't have heaving breasts they were succulent breasts. Sorry, the only time I want to hear of a breast being succulent is if I am making a chicken breast. Find another word. That is just disturbing.

Why does everyone want to meet the rabbit?

Mark, The pain from reading this rolls off like a physical blow. The abuse, the fear, the never-ending repetition of it. You may think at times you are weak but to have survived shows just how strong you are. Soon enough that gate will be nothing more than a gate again. My support is yours. Hopefully soon you will be striding through the gate and on to see Stu. Always, Wayne

Just was one of those days when you never feel like you have enough time for everything you are trying to get done. Just seemed to rush from one project to the next all day long. My day started at 8 am and four hours of sleep. I got up raced to the shower and tried desperately to wake up. One of those times you wish you would either wake up or drown. Well i sure as hell didn't drown. Then I was off to Weight Watcher for the Summer Party. I know it sounds odd. Here were sixty plus people together for a Weight Watchers meeting and what were we doing? Eating. Actually, it was a lot of fun. The leader of the group had everyone sign up to bring things. Not being sure of my work schedule I just signed on to bring the cutlery for it all. The food was delicious but more important anything tha was cooked came with a recipe telling you how to make it and how many points per serving it is. I didn't have much to worry about because I filled up on the fruits and veggies so I saved my points. Then it was a quick run to the grocery store to pick up some of my essentials. I am fresh fruit fanatic. I stopped to pick up some various fruits, a couple of bagels, some WW meals, eggs, skim milk, and yogurt. For me that makes staying on the program possible. I also have decided that while they give everyone 49 extra points, it doesn't mean I need to use them. I did this week after listening to how everyone divides them up and adds them to their daily points levels. Trying to copy that example I only lost one pound instead of the two + pounds I had been. Hard Lesson but one I have now committed to memory. Anyway, I also somehow fit time in to rewrite chapter 22 again and get that up. I have been put in charge of coming up with new Prompts for the writers. I have two that I posted tonight and that makes four new ideas for the week. I am now partway into my new story for the Anthology. Once Accident's Happen is over I hope to work with Andy on another story. Well that is about all people. I'm off to bed because after closing tonight at work i get to open tomorrow and need a few hours rest. Have fun

Mark the attraction between the two has been obvious to everyone except Charlie. He admits to himself just how much a bit each time he is forced to think of Scott. From there first meeting in September till the day after Thanksgiving in November the two have been getting to know each other. Charlie realizes the mistakes he made with Tina and doesn't want to make them again. But who says he won't make new ones?

Glad you enjoyed it KC. I just didn't want to show too much.

This was just it. Time for them to move forward. Glad you enjoyed it.

Well things happen and not everything will happen where the reader can see.

Chapter 22 – Making Time Charlie woke in the morning as the bright sunlight poured across his bed. As he moved his arm to cover his eyes he noticed he was still wearing yesterday’s shirt. “Aw, hell! I went to bed in my shirt.” As he looked down he realized his shirt wasn’t all he had worn to bed. Other than his shoes he had worn all of his clothes to bed. Rubbing his eyes he crawled off the bed and began to strip. I must

You cook like my mother and I. We did things by taste and feel but finally I have stopped to write things down. It is why I have added some of my favorite recipes to my story. I figure if nothing else that is one way they will survive. However I will attempt this one. I never turn down a new recipe.

Today started out such a good day. I had been good getting things done. I had done dishes, cleaned the bathroom and was ready to take my father shopping all before 10am. We did the stores my father wanted. We started at Entermann's Outlet where my father bought bread. I was proud of myself because I never once looked at the cakes and stuff. Then we went over to Sam's Club. There my father picked up essentials like paper towels, toilet paper, and other things for the house. Me, I bought my fruits there and was happy I didn't go near the cakes or cookies. The it was over to Target so my father could pick up things for his corgi, JJ. Okay so came home, unpacked the car and put the stuff away. All I needed now was gas. But I also wanted to go get some pictures of the Great South Bay, this time from near my home. I drove over a town so I would have easy access to two locations where there were docks. I happily snapped a couple of pictures and then figured I would go over to see Captain Andy's. That bar had had a long history with my family. In the early 70s my father use to come out to Mastic and Mastic Beach so he could go drinking and fishing with his buddies. As a child there were two bars that were really family places. They served food, made sure anyone who brought their kids had things for them to do, and basically made sure one adult was always able to drive. This was long before the days of the bars being required to have a designated driver. Captain Andy's was the bar my mother ended up learning to be a barmaid at. My mother basically had had many jobs in her life time. My father went on strike with the phone company and that meant Mom found work. I can remember her for months going the twenty minute drive out there where she would tend bar, cook food, clean up, and then come home. By the later the later half of the 70's we had moved out to the area. By the early 80's, my mother was working in the local school district. Fast forward 25 years and now Mom was retiring as a Teacher's Assistant. The old Captain Andy's was now Claire's by the Bay. It was a restaurant and catering hall down on the water. There are pictures of my mother's retirement from inside the building but now I was getting fond of my memories and wanted to capture that old building. Of course things change, which is something I forgot. The parking lot was really almost gone now. The weeds and sea grass had filled the parking lot. At first I thought the damn building had been torn down but then the reality of the situation hit me. The catering hall hadn't survived the recession. Early last fall it had closed and the windows and doors had been boarded up. the neatly kept gray building was now a mess. The docks that had gone out into the bay were gone leaving only the pilings which looked like tombstones jutting out of the water. The building itself was now marked with spray paint of words, signs, and pictures. I couldn't bring myself to snap a photo of what it had become. The place of my memories was gone and a shell of it was left. I never mind seeing progress make over spots where things have fallen on hard times. I have a problem with the hard times make spots that have been in business for 60 or so years fade because the economy has turned to garbage. So now another part of my past and that of my family's is gone. Seems I missed the opportunity to get a picture of this place for my own records. Now it has only my memory to live on in.

Thanks. Now all I can see is a bunch of kids running, jumping, and trying their best to ignore the star in bright pink leggings. You might not want to say anything but lord no one is going to forget his quirk! And naturally the idiot who thinks he is better than everyone didn't help matters. But I sure as hell enjoyed this.

I find that parents who read to their children create special bonds with them. The favorite book I have from my childhood, I've bought and given copies of to my godchild and to the children of my closest friends. It is the book I read to them. It has a way of binding us together and making everyone feel that special time of wonder. Thanks for sharing this one Cia.

See and Uh as the characters Cia? LOL. Lord and people accuse me of having an over active imagination. I loved that whole little world you created. Who gets to control the dreams, the food you eat, and all of it. I am going to have to look at that prompt closely and give it a shot. Loved it.