Sunday, November 25, 2012

#SixSunday - Desolation - Episode 17: Who is Perry Stalsis?

Sometimes conversations that Andie has with her son, Jeremy, remind me of conversations that I've had with my son. I wonder why that is.


"Mom I'm still hungry."

"Wait twenty minutes," I told him, swallowing the snarl. He was trying my patience, which had been worn thin by the unexpected visit the princess had paid me earlier.

"Why does it take so long?"

"Blame peristalsis," I said, hoping that the twenty minutes it took for him to google the word would give me at least that much peace and quiet.

"Who is Perry Stalsis?"


Come back next weekend to find out who Perry Stalsis is ;)

I hope everyone is enjoying this last Sunday in November.

Besides The Hobbit and Physics textbooks, you can see what I'm reading this weekend by going here. Bring your coffee!



Sunday, November 18, 2012

#SixSunday - Desolation - Episode 16: Smile, They Can Hear It.

Welcome back. I hope you're all having a great weekend!

I'm going to launch right into the six, no background needed (at least I don't think so).


“Doctor Ross,” I chirped, plastering a smile onto my face because some dink with a psych degree said that the caller could hear it in my voice. Like I gave a damn.

Whomever had already hung up. I rolled my eyes and slammed the receiver down, before picking it back up. I thought I felt my brain pop while I strained to recall Alex’s extension number.

Finally I was too irritated to even bother. I punched in the number to reception and snapped into the phone. “Transfer me to Alex,” I snarled, after hearing the smile in her damn voice.


I have had so many moments like this, lol. 

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Sunday, November 11, 2012

#SixSunday - Desolation - Episode 15: Say It Ain't So

The following six takes a place soon after Andie discusses the feeling of death walking through her house. (You can catch that post, from two weeks ago, here.)


I checked her pulse because I was a doctor and obligated to save her if I could, but I already knew by the blood coating the entire surface area of the floor that I was too late. The feel of my best friend's cooling hand beneath my finger tips told me that I was right. There was nothing; no pulse, no rise and fall of her chest, no response whatsoever.

That's when I noticed her eyes. I knew better than to touch her but the black marks were too familiar. The hairs on my neck prickled.


There's another storm about to roll over us, the thunder is getting loud. Today will be spent inside with great reading material and silly amounts of coffee. (See what I'm reading today by heading over here with your beverage of choice.)

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Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Exam Cram and How I Contaminated #Toronto

I typically have less trouble with exams than tests. This year it feels as though all my knowledge has spilled out in my non sleep. On Monday I needed to re read all my notes AND the text to prepare. By Tuesday.

This wasn't cool because I worked that night and, as mentioned, was sick.

And so, because I'm a master procrastinator, I sat on the subway writing a blog post instead of reading.

I'm pretty sure we've had the procrastination conversation before.

This procrastinate thing is one of the reasons I only have a single novel in publication. A novel that took three weeks to write, five years to edit, and two years collecting dust to get published. My NaNo writing from 2011 was five years in the making. My Camp NaNo project is supposed to be the sequel to Unclean. Already I'm plotting the next installment in the Fall From Grace line - and I haven't finished the first yet.

Apparently I'm a forward thinker...

Today is Wednesday and I've been working on this post since Monday on the subway. So I will update while I wait for my coffee to brew.

Yesterday - exam day one - I left home feeling relatively confident that I would get to read up on passive and active transport - the only thing I was grossly uncomfortable with - when I arrived at school twenty minutes before I needed to be there.

Instead I arrived fifteen minutes late and didn't know passive transport from a wet noodle.

How does that happen?

My tardiness on exam day can be summarized by three words that any Torontonian will know:

Toronto Transit Commission.

Yes, my lovelies. The TTC had issues and several hundred people at the station - including yours truly - were delayed by thirty minutes before we could finally carry on.

I don't know about anyone else, but I personally can't handle being stuck in an overstuffed sardine can. I can't handle it at anytime, during flu season makes it worse. But this time I was the sick person trying not to cough all over the innocent sardines surrounding me.

The woman standing in front of me kept elbowing me in the chest. Not her fault, it was packed. The back of her head got coughed on, the doors opened, and fifty million germs went racing through the train, latching onto dozens of unsuspecting patrons. It was a virus's dream come true.

My mom always taught me to share. I hope she's proud.

Seriously though, I feel bad. Unfortunately, living in a sterile bubble and never leaving my room isn't an option for me at the moment. So off to places I go, and hopefully, I don't get elbowed again.

Eat your veggies!


Monday, November 5, 2012

#NaNo 2012

I participated in NaNo last year and did well. By 'did well', I mean that I walked away with 64,000 words strung together to form reasonable sentences - for the most part.

Since then I have done major rewrites and figured out the actual ending.

In August I signed up for Camp NaNo, which turned out to be a nice way to get 25,000 words for a third manuscript.

Whether or not to torture and sleep deprive myself this month was considered - for about thirty seconds. In the end, after the lengthy debate with myself, I opted out.

Here's why:

Like last year I'm a student. I also work full-time. My exams start this week. And, the reason I'm writing this at 3:30 am is because I'm waiting for serious sinus medication to kick in. If it doesn't soon we are going to have issues, and, in the words of Russell Peters, "Someone gonna get hurt real bad."

For all you crazy kids out there participating, good luck and God speed. See you December 4th.


Sunday, November 4, 2012

#SixSunday - Desolation - Episode 14: Yes or No?

Hey guys!

I hope everyone had a safe and relatively dry week. I know Sandy hit here, without leaving too much damage in her wake. Not in my neighborhood, at any rate.

This week I have exams so I have been "studying" (haha) more than writing anything new. I still have plenty of sentences left over from last week though, so now it's just a matter of figuring out which to post without giving too much away.


I could tell just by the look on his face that I'd be heading out to get kibble and a leash that very night, while he sat at home and played with the dog.

"Want me to stick around?" Sarah's hand rested on the keys dangling from the ignition as she exercised her uncanny ability to read my mind.

I sighed and waved James over. "Are you staying?"

He grinned and looked like our five-year old. "You should take Jer, he'll probably want to help pick out bowls."

"So you're not coming?" I was moderately irritated with his inability to answer a simple yes or no question with a simple yes or no.


I think in the last two months, Andie has learned that what is even more irritating than the above is when people say yes when they really mean no, they just weren't paying attention to the actual conversation. Maybe there will be more on that later, lol. For now enjoy other excerpts from the fabulous writers here, and have an excellent Sunday!

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