From my front yard, coordinates 45.5229° N, 122.9898° W
And I’m not sure, but did I catch a solar prominence, top right-ish? There’s a little reddish thing about about “1 o’clock”.
It got very dim, and a few degrees cooler. Standing under the shade of the maple tree in my yard felt like night, although I was not directly in the path of totality (about 50 miles north of it). Inside my house was so dark I had to put on the lights even after totality was past and the sun started to emerge again.
So… Long time, no see! Between bad weather (being snowed in with no power for 2 days in January) and just general life stuff, the blog has once again taken a back seat to… well, everything.
In an effort to rectify that (at least to a small extent) I thought I’d post a snippet of something I’ve been working on. It’s a contemporary romance (I know, I know, unexpected from me) that I kind of like, but am undecided about pressing on with.
And just in case that’s not your thing, here are a couple pics I took on my cellphone on the way home last night of the moon rising over some flooded areas. I haven’t been carrying the Nikon for a while since it’s been so dark and/or rainy when I’m on the road.
If romance is not your thing, feel free to bail at this point.
Everyone else, on to the story! Working title, “A World Away”.
The bed shuddered and Pam felt warm breath on her face.
“Pascal, I told you to stay off the bed.” She rolled over and opened her eyes. The little Boston terrier sat looking back at her. With a groan she pulled the blankets over her head. Pascal, however, was not to be deterred. Weekend or not, it was breakfast time. He pawed the blanket, whimpering and snuffling.
“Ok, ok, I’m up.” She threw off the blanket and rolled out of bed, feet hitting the floor. Grabbing her robe from the foot of the bed, she headed for the kitchen with Pascal trotting behind her. As she filled the dog’s food dish, she noticed the time. It was nearly nine o’clock already.
“Damn.”
Trudy would be by to pick her up at ten o’clock for the photo shoot. She swore under her breath again for allowing herself to be talked into modeling for Trudy’s boyfriend, Ron. If she hadn’t been out of work so long she would have told him to take a hike. She showered and dressed, and got Pascal out for a quick walk with just enough time to lock the door before Trudy’s car pulled up in front of the condo. The car had barely pulled to a stop before Pam slid into the passenger seat, gratefully received the cup of coffee placed in her hand, and Trudy steered the car back into traffic.
“Ron’s already at the studio so I’m going to drop you off, then I have to run downtown to pick up some equipment he ordered.”
Pam took a sip of coffee and burned her lip. “What? I thought you were going to be there for the shoot?”
“I shouldn’t be long but you’ll be fine, don’t worry. Ron knows you’re not a professional model, and he knows you’re nervous about this.”
“You’d think telling him ‘no’ about a thousand times would get the point across.”
Trudy gave her a sidelong glance. “You’re lucky to be so pretty. You could have had a career in modeling.”
“And give up the weekly grind of life in a cube farm?” she snorted. “Besides, too late now. Can’t start modeling at the ripe old age of twenty-eight. Seriously, I can’t imagine anything I’d hate more.”
“Why? What is so terrible?”
“Come on, you know me better than that. When have I ever cared about fashion or makeup?”
“Then think of your friends who want a ticket to the glamorous life, compliments of you.”
“You’ve got Ron. Photography’s not glam enough for you?”
Trudy made a face. “We’ll see about me and Ron.”
“Oh no, are you two having problems already?”
“We’ll talk about it later. Go, be fabulous, and let me live vicariously through you.”
Trudy pulled to a stop in front of the photography studio. With a frown and a sigh Pam exited the car. As Trudy sped off, Pam stood on the sidewalk with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach at having to be alone with Ron.“Trudy, you are so going to owe me for this,” she muttered.
On the elevator ride to the fifth floor studio, the butterflies in her stomach nearly managed to float her up on their own. She couldn’t pinpoint any one thing Ron had done to make her dislike him so, it was more of a combination of things: his gaze lingered a little too long on her, his handshake lasted a second too long, he always managed to seat himself next to her at dinner parties. He’d told Trudy he was forty-two, but Pam was sure he was closer to the wrong side of fifty. She couldn’t help it, the guy gave her the creeps. Why Trudy was seeing him was a complete mystery to her.
She entered the studio, but saw no sign of Ron. For a second she wondered if she had the wrong day, but then Trudy would have been wrong as well.
“There you are at last.” Ron came out from behind the backdrop, walked straight up to her and greeted her with a hug, and attempted to kiss her. She managed to turn her head in time and his lips landed on her ear.
“Hi Ron,” she said, pulling back out of his embrace.
“So I’ve had a new thought,” he said. “I’d like to do some boudoir shots, if you’re up for it.”
“I thought we were doing a sporty theme?”
“I don’t think that’ll give me enough range of lighting to play with. I really need some shots in my portfolio that will show more nuance. You don’t mind, do you?”
How cleverly he’d managed to phrase it. A refusal on her part would sound selfish, prudish, or force her to admit her distrust of him. And why shouldn’t she? He was pulling a fast one without Trudy there to be a witness so it’d be her word against his. She hated him more with every passing second. There had to be a way to stall until Trudy arrived.
“Well, I only brought sports gear and clothes.”
“That’s all right, I’ve got some outfits I borrowed from a friend, should be your size.” He walked to the back of the studio behind the backdrop and returned a minute later with a box.
“We could do both,” Pam said. “Start with the action shots, and then do the other later?” If she could drag it out until Trudy got there, she could let Trudy put him in his place. She glanced at the open box he was holding out to her. It was stuffed with silky lingerie. She frowned, wondering which “friend” he’d borrowed these things from.
“I really think we should wait to do that until Trudy gets here.” That was it, she drew the line in the sand. Let him try to get around that.
He laughed, but his eyes got a hard glint in them. “Don’t you trust me, Pam?”
“Frankly, no, I don’t. This isn’t what I agreed to. I think we should forget the whole thing.” She started for the door, but he grabbed her arm.
“Hang on,” he said, his voice taking on a cajoling tone. “Nothing’s going to happen you don’t want to happen.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
He kept the sleazy smile in place. “We’re all adults here.”
She yanked her arm away. “Keep your hands off me. We’re done, I’m out of here.”
“How am I going to explain this to Trudy?”
“That’s your problem.” She walked out and slammed the door behind her.
As she pushed the button for the elevator, the doors slid open to reveal Trudy. Startled, Trudy stepped out of the elevator, her arms full of boxes.“You guys aren’t done already, are you?” she asked.
“Oh, we’re done all right.”
Just then Ron threw open the door of the studio and bellowed, “You need to grow up, little girl. You’re going to end up a frigid spinster.”
When he saw Trudy and the shocked look on her face, his mouth clapped shut but he appeared to realize the damage was done. His mouth opened again and Pam expected him to start trying to blame her in some way, but instead he closed his mouth without saying anything, turned and went back inside.
Pam had never seen anyone as shocked as Trudy. Trudy set the boxes she was carrying down on the floor, stood up, and without looking at Pam she walked into the studio, leaving Pam standing in the hall.
Shaking with anger, she didn’t know whether to wait for Trudy or go on home and leave her to deal with Ron. Standing around outside the door didn’t seem like the right thing, and the more distance between her and Ron the better. Once outside she paced up and down the sidewalk for a few minutes then started to think maybe she should go back in to check on Trudy.
Just then Trudy emerged from the building. When Pam saw her face, her heart sank. Trudy’s eyes were red, and her makeup was smeared from crying.
“Well, you were right about him,” Trudy said, trying to stand up straighter.
“Oh honey, I didn’t want to be right,” she said, and gave her friend a hug.
Trudy sniffled a little, then pulled back. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Are you ok to drive?”
“I’m not sure, maybe you should. Let’s just go back to your place for a bit.”
Once back in Pam’s tiny apartment, Trudy headed for the bathroom to wash her face. As Pam opened the cupboard to get tea, she stopped and stared for a moment at the nearly bare shelves. She wanted to pound her fist on the counter. Why did Ron have to turn out to be such a sleazeball? She’d needed the money from this job modeling, but she didn’t need it bad enough to allow that creep to talk her into whatever he’d had mind. The only problem was, what to do now?
Trudy walked into the little galley kitchen and found Pam staring into the nearly-empty cupboard.
“Is there a snake in there?” she said.
“I think we know where the snake is. Just contemplating my empty cupboard, and empty future.” She looked at Trudy with a rueful smile.
“So, what now?”
Pam let out a huge sigh. “I honestly don’t know. This town seems to be telling me to move on, so maybe I will.”
“Just like that?”
“Hardly ‘just like that’. It’s been almost a year and I’m almost out of money. I think it’s time I admit defeat here, fall back, and regroup.”
Trudy started bustling around, filling the tea kettle with water and setting it on the stove to heat, fetched mugs from the cabinet, and rinsed the teapot.
“Go sit down, I’ll get this,” she said, pushing Pam out of the kitchen. “I need to keep busy right now.”
Pam stooped and picked up Pascal who’d been following her every step. “Well my little friend,” she said, “you ready to get on the road again?”
In answer, Pascal turned his head and licked her cheek.
A few minutes later, Trudy joined her with the tea, poured a cup and handed it to Pam. “If you leave, where would you go?”
“My aunt up in Washington is always telling me to come up for a visit. Maybe I’ll go stay with her for a while until I can figure out what to do.”
“Washington? All those hairy lumberjacks…” Trudy said with a shudder.
Pam laughed. “It’s not the 1890s, for crying out loud.”
“But doesn’t it rain a lot up there?”
“I think that’s what they say to keep the Californians out.”
“Well it’s working with this Californian. What the hell would you do up there? Learn to whittle?”
Pam laughed again. “Oh my gosh, what would I do without you? I don’t know, I’m just thinking about it. But I can’t stay here.”
“Well,” said Trudy, “if you do go up to the frozen North, try not to grow a beard. Everyone has beards up there.”
“Geez, it’s just near Seattle. I’m not talking about the Yukon.” She rubbed her chin. “Nope, no stubble yet.”
“Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Just a couple pics from last couple days. Sunset last night.
And some from Friday.
Not much writing news lately. I did finally add another chapter to Lassuni’s War on Wattpad.
In the meantime, I wanted to share some nice views of the area from yesterday afternoon. The clouds were spectacular. I’ve also taken to photographing open fields, because they are disappearing at an alarming rate. There’s so much development now, so many views are being lost. I’ve uploaded the full size files so click to embiggen.
Wow, I registered with WP 8 years ago. Eight years. Holy smokes. I started with my Wandering Mind blog back then, mostly chronicling my bicycle adventures. That blog has lain dormant for many years now while I’ve focused on writing and Tarot (on the Dangling Pentacles Tarot blog), which admittedly has been more active recently than this.
I’m gonna throw down the gauntlet to myself and try to get the sequel to Revenants Abroad out by the end of the year. We’ll see how that goes, but it’ll be 2 years on October 31 since RA was released. Time to get a move on!
You can really embiggen this pic, I uploaded the full 6Mb file.
… when you feel like the world is kicking your ass
You have no responsibility to live up to what other people think you ought to accomplish. I have no responsibility to be like they expect me to be. It’s their mistake, not my failing – Richard P Feynman
With all the talk of Twitter moving to an algorithmic system that promotes “popular” posts (read: things that make the company more money) I’m preparing to either abandon it, or use it less. In any event, I’ve started a Tumblog which can be found here. Not much there yet since I just started it today. I expect it will evolve as these things do.
I also resuscitated my Ello site, just barely, but it has a pulse now. I’m still not sure what I’ll be doing over there. But if you happen to be on either of those services, let’s connect. If you’re on Facebook I’m there as well (also here) but I don’t log in often.
Don’t be a stranger!
Just a few photos from the last two days, driving in to work. Nice to see a bit of blue sky, it’s been so dark and rainy for so long.
Last weekend I was sick with a cold, and because I was sick I turned on the tv and thereby caught this program about books, WellREAD, on OPB (Oregon Public Broadcasting). I’m always excited to find a show about books, and it was doubly exciting to come in on a show discussing books on witches with the Pulitzer Prize-winning author Stacy Schiff. She was talking about her latest, The Witches: Salem, 1692, which is another exploration of the witch trials.
Schiff clearly has a real passion for her subject. I also liked that she said she can’t seem to write a book in less than four or five years when authors now are pressured to crank out a book every few months to keep up momentum (although this likely applies solely to fiction. I can’t see any sort of respectably researched historical book being done well in less than a couple of years). As much as I’ve read over the years on the witch trials I will consider adding Ms. Schiff’s book to my TBR pile. The reviews on Amazon are split pretty evenly between those who loved it and those who thought it was a ‘tedious slog’ so my expectations are tempered.
Be that as it may, the show itself was going great until about the last five minutes when Mary Ann Gwinn, who gives further reading suggestions, excitedly talked about Alex Mar’s “Witches of America.” Mar’s book has been roundly criticized by the pagan/witchcraft community, and you can read one take on that here. It’s obvious Gwinn knows absolutely nothing about modern witchcraft, or was even aware of its existence. I got the impression neither of the show’s hosts has ever met anyone who didn’t believe exactly what they do; they both seemed amazed that there are people today who call themselves witches. Gwinn went on to mockingly describe modern witches saying, “In one way you want to make fun of these subjects: the weird tattoos, the costumes, blue hair, the free-form sex, the witches’ convention at a Doubletree Inn. Really?” Nice. She openly wants to make fun of them. Ok, I admit the Doubletree Inn is a little weird seeing as how my coven always meets in Lucifer’s penthouse. But what the hell.
Maybe she thinks we should all look as bland and asexual as she does. Finally, the show’s host Terry Tazioli gives a shudder and says “I’m done with witches.” Good for you, buddy. Very disappointing to see such a derisive dismissal of alternative spirituality in this day and age. Their way or the highway, it would seem. They might be interested to know witchcraft practitioners and practices are as varied as any segment of the population, and many hold advanced degrees, including PhDs, and careers in the sciences and academia. I, for one, look more like a Sunday school teacher. My hair is not blue (although I really like the look) because I need to fit in in Corporate America. But not everyone does, and this is not the 1950s. You can watch the show here.
I shudder to think of the judgment the two of them sit in towards other marginalized population groups.
And for your edification and enlightenment, here are some reading suggestions if you really want to learn about paganism and/or Witchcraft in the modern world:
Margot Adler, “Drawing Down the Moon”
Scott Cunningham, “The Truth About Witchcraft Today”
Scott Cunningham, “Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner”
Pauline Campanelli, “The Wheel of the Year”
Starhawk, “The Spiral Dance”
For real basics, The Witches’ Voice website has “Witchcraft 101: So You Wanna Be a Witch?”
If nothing else, Mar’s book introduced people at The New York Times to the idea that there are practicing witches today. We may not fly on brooms (the old joke is we ride Hoovers now) but we have been known to dance under a full moon.
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