Lydia stood on her doorstep and kissed her date goodnight. As he turned and walked back to his car, she unlocked her door and stepped inside, a big smile on her face. The date had been wonderful and she felt on top of the world.
Having locked the door behind her, she turned to walk into the living room, planning to relax on the couch and relive the fun date in her mind. The sight that beheld her eyes quickly dragged her down from Cloud Nine and grounded her in reality, ruining her good mood.
Knickknacks lay scattered on the floor, having been pushed off the shelves of her desk, curio cabinet, and entertainment center. The side of her fairly new sofa had scratches. There was a hairball on the rug, under the coffee table.
Afraid of what else she’d find, she went into the kitchen. Scraps of chicken lay on the floor underneath a torn trash bag that had been hanging on the doorknob of the back door. Anger building, she went to the bathroom and found the toilet paper roll had been completely unrolled and scraps of it were littered about.
Losing her cool at last, she stomped around the house, shouting, “All right, mister! That does it! You’re grounded! You’re not allowed outside for a month!”
Not finding the culprit in any of the bedrooms, she made her way to the laundry room, where she finally found the orange tabby cat curled up on top of the laundry basket and sleeping the sleep of the innocent – or in this case, the not-so-innocent, as Lydia could tell from the small piece of toilet paper stuck to a paw.
The cuteness of the sleeping cat melting her anger, Lydia just shook her head and sighed. Letting the cat sleep, she left the laundry room and proceeded to clean up after the cat, muttering as she left that he had better remember what he did when she refused to let him outside later.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “ground”:
This is coming late because I missed this day on the scheduling. I think. Anyway, I had a post I was going to do Sunday that I’ll do now. It’s kind of a rant, but I’m sure people can relate in some fashion.
One of the most FRUSTRATING things in my life is that people seem to assume they know how I function as an author. Others believe they know everything about writing even though they don’t do it themselves. A lot of assumptions are made and this leads to invasions of what little free time I have to do writing. For example, I get events sprung on me when I get a weekend that my son is with his mother. People see this time as me being ‘free’ to hang out the whole time, but I see it as potential writing time. I can try to do both, but…
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I haven’t written anything for days. As a binge writer these word droughts are familiar. During these dry spells my book addiction flourishes.
As I am itching to create something I have designed some unique (Lucy Mitchell style 🙈) greeting cards for book lovers.
This is what happens to me when I don’t write, I do nutty things like this.
As a book lover myself, I have come up with some of my own greeting card designs tailored for book lovers, book nerds, book worms and bookish people.
Sadly this is not the start of a greeting card business, just a vent for unused creative energy.
So, let’s dive in!
- This is for the book lover who struggles to stop buying new books.
2. This is for the book lover who hears their favourite author is unwell.
3. This card would be for a helpful neighbour of a book lover.
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