When I heard we were getting a new supervisor transferred in I was more annoyed than anything. Yet another higher up that I have to prove my work ethic to? Bullshit.
I thought I would have to glean information from my coworkers who got to work with him before me, but then we finally worked together and I found out just what an open book he is.
My shift that day started an hour before we opened. I walked to the smoothie bar where I work everyday and found him already doing my prep. “Did I finally win employee of the month and they’ve sent me an assistant?”
“Not that I’m aware of. Someone named Sam called out so they’ve got me helping you today. I started out at the smoothie station at my store in Vegas. Also, Hi, I’m Hugh,” he says as he sticks his hand out to me.
I shake his hand, “I’m Hannah. Nice to finally meet you.”
“Likewise,” he gets back to what he was doing.
I get my apron on and start making the chalkboard for the day’s special. “Can I ask what brought you to Rhode Island from Nevada?”
“My ex-wife of six months started sending save the dates for her wedding to the new guy and I thought, ‘fuck this, I’m out’. I wanted to go to Boston originally, but the Growers Market there has a waiting list long enough to open a new store.”
“Oh wow. How’s it been working out being here instead?”
“It’s all been pleasant surprises so far,” he says with a smile.
My brain, “oh fuck.” Being so instantly attracted to him has caught me off guard and I find myself momentarily at a loss for words. “Hey Hannah?”
“Why does your name tag say Monty?”
“I wouldn’t go for Hannah number two and it’s easier to say than Montgomery.”
“That’s dumb. People can’t handle two Hannahs? I’m just gonna call you Hannah.”
“I can live with that.”
“A Single Spark of Reason” (Pt. 3/10) (“📄” = new paragraph)
Ever since their first couple of games, they would always re-chant their inside phrase. It started when Alis asked sincerely why Phaeton didn't question her ever so quickly deck splitting. Phaeton asked her what she thought, and Alis pondered. She said📄"I- I don't know. Why would anyone take something like that for granted; it's not like your hope in me in that it's perfectly even is based on anything."📄Phaeton knew why he took her expertise at face value. See, in this class, everyone was the same drone on paper. They went through their motions, muscled their way on graded assignments, rinsed, and repeated. That was it. Didn't matter that everything they were slammed against the wall with inwardly could have been either been a baking recipe, or a conniving plot against them to finalize the destruction of their still young minds from the late thirties-year-old man with gray hair. They all defaulted and folded like the cards on Phaeton's and Alis's desk. But Alis wasn't so deluded.📄In one instance, the teacher on a dreary day made a statement that was mental gymnastics to Alis. He said:📄“The rich must be taxed in the name of the poor, but the rich are the ones who save the most money…” The professor tilted his head down and made a rather dubious expression. He continued with “and they contribute the most to building the economy.”📄The class took it on faith, but Alis was puzzled. She didn't grasp what was said initially because she was too busy writing down what the teacher was saying in her little black book with smooth ridges and delicate paper. She was writing fast, but when she wrote "save the most money, and, contribute the most to building the economy" she started to slow down. She slowly finished writing, and then re-read her notes. Her mouth opened involuntarily, and her head tilted. First, because of her sense of confusion: Her head felt light at information she thought she missed and she even slouched slightly in her chair thinking she should have been paying more attention, somehow. She then titled to her left and saw blank faces.
In case anyone was wondering how I am emotionally with my book lately. I tested out the waters in the sea of agents to see if I would get a bite. I got the expected amount of no stock responses back. Which I must say over all seem to be more positive than the stock rejection letters back in the mid 2000s when I shopped a picture book idea I had.
But one rejection letter gave more than the stock response and offered some helpful suggestions.
Now I must go back and do like the millionth edit.
ALTAR OF SIN PART 18c
She thought about Rachel and was thankful that she had called her earlier that morning to tell her not to bother coming over when it was obvious that Barnabas was not leaving early. She did all the house chores that she could since it was late, after she called in sick at work. Her boss was surprised at the call because Eri hardly missed work except it was inevitable. She was a very efficient worker who won the employee of the month a minimum of ten, out of the twelve months that made a year. She was passionate about her job and a hardworker. She worked so hard that she was a reference point and those who had no physical challenge were not her match when it came to getting the job done. She was a goal getter who never allowed her disability to limit her except it was inevitable. “Mummy, you won’t believe that Barnabas did not come home to sleep last night. I have held my peace for this long, hoping that he would walk in at any moment, but I am yet to see him.” Eunice told her mother over the phone. “Are you sure there was no vigil or church program?” Her mother asked calmly. The old woman was tired of the various rifts she had to settle between her daughter and her husband every now and then. “Mummy, will there be a program in church and I will not know? And you will not know?” She sobbed. “Well, it could be in another church. He may have been invited to attend a program and you don’t know.” “And you think it is okay for him to attend such program without informing me?” “Listen, Eunice, you need to calm down. Are you at work?”
To be continued
ALTAR OF SIN PART 18b “Do I look like I am joking? Tell me and it is yours.” “How about a full English breakfast?” She answered, thinking it was a near impossible task. “Done.” He answered while he got up, went into the bathroom to have a quick shower. He was dressed in less than twenty minutes.
Eriife lay exhausted on the bed and looked at him, wondering what he planned to do.
Barnabas dashed out of her house with his car keys. “Where are you going?” She shouted. “To get you breakfast.” Eri was surprised, she didn’t know what to think. There was no restaurant in town that sold the full English breakfast the way she liked it. The only place that claimed to sell it was a sham. She and Barnabas once ordered it to be delivered but they had to trash it eventually. She hoped for his sake that he wasn’t going to buy the same excuse of a breakfast this morning.
Eriife supported herself with the bed frame and she made the bed. She managed to put everything back in their right places.
To be continued
ALTAR OF SIN PART 18a
“Yes way.” He replied as he pushed her back on the bed and devoured her body one more time like a hungry lion.
After the second round of sex, Eriife was too tired to get up. She would have slept but was too hungry to sleep. “Look, I am hungry and I am supposed to be at work already.” She snapped as he tried to kiss her lips, feigning anger. “Tell me you didn’t enjoy every moment.” He answered while tickling her frail legs with his fingers. “Stop it. You are doing it again. There is no way you are entering me one more time.” “I don’t have to enter. My hands are enough.” He said in a husky voice as he tried to put his hand between her thighs. She tried to close them. “Ok, look. I am hungry. I am sure you do not want me to starve to death. It is almost midday and I am yet to have breakfast. Barnabas Godwin, is that a way to treat the woman you claim to love?” She said, trying to look serious. “Ok, I am sorry, my Love. What would you like to eat? I am at your service.” “Really? Are you sure?” To be continued
#inspirednovember with @bookmagnolia Day 20
QOTD: What are your best tips for achieving goals?
Found some notes I wrote to myself.
Vision will see you through.
Goals will give you steps to aim for.
Organization will keep you on track.
Vision is primary. Without it organization will fail because you will grow weary. Vision sustains.
QOTD: What are your best tips for achieving goals?
As part of her book events, @johackl encourages guests to buy Smack Dab in the Middle of Maybe as donations for kids.
After our party for Jo, we picked the entire 4th grade at Allendale Elementary which is in one of the poorest school districts in South Carolina.
A documentary, The Corridor of Shame, was made about these rural schools.
I called and found out they had 85 fourth graders. We had 70 books.
Last week, while getting my hair done, I told Wesley @wesleyssalonspa about the books going to Allendale.
She said she could help with some of the books. When I went to checkout, I found out she’d ordered the final 15 we needed! 💕🙌🏻💕
Also, if anybody needs a stylist, contact @wesleyssalonspa. She and her staff are excellent with cuts and color.👏🏻
The Holidays are upon us, and I don't know about you, but I love getting books for Christmas. In fact, I love getting them every day of the year!
Have you read The Taming of Lions yet?! Check out this amazing review by @booksonthebookshelf : (Also if you love books, follow her page!) REVIEW:
Beautiful, endearing, captivating story! Three words to describe this book.
This book was wonderfully written and tells a beautiful story of a man named Charlie Gates. Every morning Charlie finds himself sitting on the same bench in a park, as he contemplates life and recalls memories of his life experiences. Often getting confused with his past, as his memory isn’t what it used to be, it makes Charlie’s character quite an unreliable character, as you determine which of Charlie’s memories are truth and which are actually fiction.
One day while sitting on this park bench contemplating life, Charlie meets a young man named Edward who is uncertain of his future. They get to talking, and quickly grow a friendship of sorts, often debating life together and giving one another advice.
Why does Charlie sit on this same park bench day in and day out? Charlie says he is waiting for someone, who knows to meet him here at this exact park bench, but says she never shows.
There were several emotional points in this book that brought tears to my eyes. I really enjoyed Charlie’s character, and found myself liking him greatly as a person. He has been through a lot in his life, and he was a wonderful character in the book. The Taming of Lions is such a beautifully written story about life, one’s life experiences and how they make us the person that we grow to be.
I highly recommend this book! A fabulous must-read that everyone should add to their to-be-read list. I am highly anticipating the second novel in this series.
MY RATING: 5/5 stars
Could you be missing opportunities simply because you’re focusing on the wrong thing? Let me share a little story.
Every time we go to Walmart, this little guy begs us to go to the toy department. Every. Single. Time.
Yesterday we were in the store looking at Christmas decorations, which are in the same area as the toys. However, he was on my phone (no judgment allowed 😉) and he didn’t even notice we were in the toy department. He only noticed he’d missed the toy section when we were already leaving the store and I took my phone back.
Had his head not been down focusing on kids YouTube, he would’ve noticed we were exactly where he always wants to be.
If there’s something you really want but think you don’t have, try shifting your focus, it might be closer than you think 😊🙌🏻#mindsetiseverything
As of yesterday, I am within 600 words of closing the gap between my current word count and where I need to be today to get to 50,000 words by Nov 30th. This is huge, seeing as I broke my personal record for most words written in a day! •
We are almost at the middle mark, where our main character will have to decide between what she desperately wants and the fate of her hometown. Going forward, nothing will be the same.
QUERY LIFE🤞🏼I don't know if you can see all the red icons on my screen. Those are the rejections of my first novel's query letter to agents. It isn't all of them, but what a pleasing chunk of red, eh? 😣 I've been slacking on my querying, mainly because I've been so focused on the novel I'm writing now, but also because querying can feel SO demoralizing. HOWEVER. Recently, a couple of people smarter than me looked over my letter and offered suggestions, and now I feel so excited to actually send it out again! Last night I threw on jogging pants and my favourite hoodie, and surgically attached myself to the corner of my couch to work on my letter and make a list of my next round of agents. I woke up this morning excited to query - WHO AM I.⠀
We went to dark lounges with music that sank into every crevice of me. We’d sit in booths, in corners, the room layered in a red, smoky haze. You leaned close, one arm at my side, one hand between my legs as your fingers danced, alive inside my body. A staccato of notes, bass throbbed within my chest. Your mouth opened mine, tasted of spearmint and yeast. Your tongue pushed against mine and I lapped at your breath, coerced your lips to play, play longer with me. #fiction