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Flash Fiction Monday: The Hammer’s Coming Down

It’s another flash fiction Monday!  This month we were given the song “The Hammer’s Coming Down” by those crazy Canadian kids, Nickleback.  It’s a really good song, and made me think of things that Norris would write like the end of the world and zombie type stuff.  So of course that translated into me writing more Backstreet Boys fanfic.  LOL  So this is another ficlet from the Nick/Catie universe because they were the first to come to mind. It’s a little corny but hey, I got it done!  Enjoy!

The Hammer’s Coming Down

I looked at the nurse who’d been tending to me and sighed, “Seriously… how long does it take to get discharged? I really need to go.”

She smiled the same fake smile she’d been shooting at me for the past few hours and then looked back to the electronic chart in her arms as she tapped away on it, “Soon.”

I groaned and attempted to run my fingers through my hair, a nervous habit of mine, but stopped when I remembered the extra large bandage wrapped around my fingers. I switched to my good hand and slid that through my hair. “I. Have. To. Go.”

She didn’t even bother glancing up this time, “You can’t until I get the order.”

I’m not a violent guy by any means but I kind of wanted to smack her. Who was she to say I couldn’t leave? They’d fixed up my smashed fingers, they had all of my insurance information, and they’d called my prescription in to the pharmacy near my house. What the hell else did they need from me? I was sure that if I got my happy ass up off of the exam table and walked out that they couldn’t legally stop me.  I mean, I know she was just doing her job but what she didn’t know was the collassal mess I’d be in if I didn’t get home before my wife did.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out to glance at the screen. My brother Aaron, who’d been in the waiting room while I was getting my stiches. Pansy couldn’t take the sight of any more of my blood and ripped up flesh. “Holy shit, how the hell long does this take? Catie is going to freaking lose it if she gets home before us!”

I sighed, again, and did my best to thumb a response with one hand. “Come and tell this freaking nurse that! I’ve been trying to get out of here for a while now. She won’t let me go.”

Aaron’s response was fast, “LMAO… did you give her The Smile?

“Didn’t work.”

“Does she know who you are?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. Growing up famous had made both of us impatient. We were used to getting our way because people wanted to please us. My nurse was not one of those people. “Doesn’t care. You can come back now tho.”

A few minutes later my brother’s blonde head popped in the door carefully. “No more blood?”

I laughed and held up my bandaged left hand, “None.”

Relief flooded his face and he finshed coming into the room, “Good. That was nasty.”

It had been nasty. It also hurt like a bitch. We’d been working on a surprize project for Cate’s birthday. She pretty much hated when I went all Home Depot on things, but I had this great idea and figured since Aaron was visiting he could lend a hand and we’d bang the project out in a few hours. No big deal. At least that’s what I’d thought.

I love my little brother, I really do. But even I can tell you that the two of us together, unsupervised, is generally a bad idea. It didn’t matter that we were both legal adults, when we get together we tend to have the decision making skills of an ADHD kid on speed. We were hammering the top of a metal table trying to make it look distressed and all fancy-like after we repainted it. It was going great, and I was really pleased with the outcome. We were making stupid jokes abut Thor’s hammer and MC Hammer while laughing our asses off. Then a particularly catchy song came on that ironically was called “The Hammer’s Coming Down” and our hammering took on more of a drumming sort of beat.

It was good old fashioned fun singing along and hammering the metal to the beat with my baby brother. That is, until I stopped for a minute and rested my hand on the table and instead of the table getting the beat down by Aaron’s hammer, my hand did. In one blow, he’d split open my ring finger and middle finger on my left hand. I thought both of us were going to vomit when we saw how much blood there was and how utterly gross the fingers looked. It made me not want to ever look at raw meat again.

The doctor told me I’d been lucky because neither of my fingers had been broken or fractured.   I’d also figured I was extremely luckly that I hadn’t been wearing my wedding ring. They totally would have had to cut if off if I’d been wearing thanks to the swelling. They’d had to do some pretty creative sewing to get things stitched up and I was pretty sure that I was going to have Frankenstein scars once everything had healed.

Aaron tried working his charm on the nurse but failed. She left the room and he shrugged, “I tried.” He looked at the bandages on my hand and winced, “Dude, I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize anymore, it was an accident.”

“Yeah but…” he said and sighed. “Look at you… they’ve got you wrapped up like you lost a finger.”

I laughed and shook my head, “They wanted it to have lots of cushion, apparently. Seriously, I can’t even feel it right now thanks to the shot they gave me. Maybe later I’ll hate you, but for now you’re good. I just want to get the hell out of here.”

“Maybe I should call Cate. I could tell her what happened so that if she gets home before us she doesn’t walk into a crime scene and think that we’ve been kidnapped and murdered.”

I shook my head, “Calling her will just make her freak out even more. If we can get home and clean up the mess it’ll be better. She’s had too many bad phone calls in her life, I don’t want to do that to her.”

Aaron bit his lip and nodded, “Damn it, I didn’t think of that. So what if I send her a text and tell her we need something from the store so she’ll have to stop?”

I thought about it and then shook my head again, “Nah… we’ll be okay if we get out of here in the next twenty minutes. We just have to get home and clean up the blood, which you’re totally going to have to man up and help me with.” He faked a puking noise and we both laughed. “At least the table is in the shed and she never goes in there. We can clean that up later.”

“That sounds good. I just…” Aaron looked down at his phone as it rang and all the color drained from his face. “Shit, it’s her.”

“Answer it and see if she’s freaking out. She might just be calling from the office. If she’s calm, do not tell her anything.” I closed my eyes, praying that she hadn’t gone home early. The fact that she was calling Aaron and not me helped a little, but not a lot to be honest. All I colud imagine was my poor wife standing in the kitchen where we’d tried, and failed, to stop my fingers from bleeding before finally giving up and rushing to the emergency room. It wouldn’t be a good thing at all.

Aaron listened and gave a few one word answers before finally saying, “Uh… can you hang on for a minute?” He pressed the mute icon on his phone and shook his head, “She’s not home but she will be in ten minutes. What do I do?”

“Fuuuuuck…” I groaned. I held my hand out for the phone, “I’m going to have to tell her.”

The look on his face was a mixture of fear and amusement. He shook his head and tried not to laugh, “Dude, I’m SO sorry!”

I would have flipped him off if my hand weren’t all bundled up, “Screw you…” I shot at him with a slight grin. I took a deep breath and unmutted the phone. “Hey, babe…”

“Well, hi!” she replied happily. “What’s going on? I was just telling Aaron that I’m stopping to pick up food and then I’ll be home.”

“Yeah… Uh… I gotta tell you something before you get home.”

Knowing me better than anyone, she groaned, “What happened?”

“If I ask you to avoid the kitchen when you get home can you do that? Just until I get there?”

“Uh, no. What happened?”

“Caaatie!” I whined.

“No, Nick… what did you do to my kitchen?”

“Nothing! I just… the kitchen is probably looking like something out of CSI right now.” Her slience on the other end of the line was my sign that she was fighting herself over whether to be mad or concerned. “Babe, I’m okay!” I added quickly. “But we’re at the emergency room and have been waiting forever to be discharged. I just don’t want you to go in the kitchen and see the mess. Please?”

Her voice was that scary calm that she gets when she’s in crisis mode. “I’ll be in the living room.”

Just then the nurse came in with my discharge papers and told Aaron that we were free to go. “Thank you! We just got the okay to leave so well be there soon.”

“I’ll be in the living room…” she said again and I knew that was a bad sign.

“I love you…” I tried.

“I love you too.”

I ended the call after a few more I love yous and then gave the phone back to my brother. “Is it bad?” he asked as he slid the phone back in his pocket.

I nodded, “She’s freaking out.”

“Can I say I’m sorry again?” he asked with a chuckle as I got up off of the examination table. I shook my head and we began walking through the maze of the ER toward the exit. Just as we were stepping out into the sunshine Aaron started giggling and looked at me, “Im sorry… It’s not funny, I just keep thinking of that damn song.”

“What song?”

“The one that was on when all this happened…” He started singing, “This is the calm before the coming storm, This is the ripped-sky-morning, Without warning now, This is the fight that we’ve been waiting for, And there’s no sense in running, The hammer’s coming down, down…” He laughed even harder, “Catie’s the hammer and she’s so going to take us down.”

I looked at him and shook my head but couldn’t help but laugh. We always got ourselves into trouble with Cate when he came to visit. One would think that would make us think twice before doing stupid things, but it never did. “I hate you.”

“I hate you too, man.”


And now, let’s see what awesome stuff the rest of the girls came up with!

Gwendolyn | Bronwyn | Jessica J | Jessica D | Kris | Paige | Kayleigh

Wednesday Words: Top 5 Writing Distractions



Ah, distractions… I have many. 🙂 There’s pretty much always something getting in my way of doing the things I want to do. So much, in fact, that I often wonder who the heck is in charge of my life because it doesn’t seem like it’s me!

When it comes to writing though, my top five writing distractions are:

* Me – Probably the biggest thing that gets in the way of my writing is my own head. I’ll sit down to write and my head will think of ten bazillion reasons why I shouldn’t be writing or why I suck at writing or all of the other things I should be doing instead of writing. Yeah, my head can be a pretty busy place.

* Work – You’ve heard me talk about the woes of my job. On call 24/7, no set schedule, near constant crisis mode, and tons of paperwork. Need I say more?

* Family – It seems like when I finally do have some time to sit and write, one family member or another is needing or wanting my attention. Right now, for example I’m doing an overnight with my monsters and just as I sat down to write this, the youngest monster suddenly wanted to know how many dollars 50,000 pennies would be. 🙂 Now he’s telling me how good his best friend is at Guitar Hero. :p

* Pain/Fatigue – Let’s just say that having chronic pain sucks ass. I can be in the mood to write but my body physically can’t do it. Either my tendonitis is flaring up and my fingers hurt, or I have a migraine, or every joint in my body hurts. Then there’s the fatigue that comes with chronic illness. When I’d like to write but I’m simply all out of energy for the day.

* Moving – Okay, this isn’t a regular occurrence, thank goodness! But this week, it’s getting in the way. This week I have three days of work, then I’m off for a week for moving purposes. So we’re packing and purging and cleaning and planning, oh my! Friday we get the keys to our new place and start moving things over the weekend. So next week when it comes time for my blog post, I’ll be doing it in a whole new place!

And there you have it… five things that get in my way! Have a great week!

Bronwyn | Gwendolyn | Jessica | Kayleigh | Kris

Wednesday Words: Writing Essentials

Hello, readers!

This week we’re talking about the things we need in order to get our writing done. Let’s be honest… I haven’t written creatively in a long time. But if I think back to those olden days when I did write, these are the top five things I needed.

1. Time – Yes I know, we make time for the things we love blah blah blah… I’ve spoken ad nauseum about my job and how it’s a major time suck. I may have time, but I don’t have much free time.

2. Music – I don’t always write to music, but there are times when I need it either to drown out other sounds or for inspiration. I’m big on listening to a song on repeat if it has inspired a scene.

3. Noise – If I’m not listening to music I need sound. I can’t write in silence. Uninteresting tv in the background works well, as does playing a movie I’ve seen a billion times and don’t need to look at to “watch.” My favorite writing background noise is the sounds found at Starbucks. I loooove writing at Starbucks.

4. Caffeine – Duh… Coffee is always good, but pop works too. (Yes, I’m from Michigan, we call it “pop” not “soda.)

5. Notes – I’m not a plotter by any means. I often have no idea where my stories are going until I write them. But I love notebooks and will often jot down scene ideas, names, character bio’s, timelines, etc.

Next weekend I’ll be off to Michigan’s beautiful Upper Peninsula for a week long writer’s retreat with Bron, Jenny, Kris, Leigh, and Jessica… I can’t wait to have a whole week of time to write! Although like I told the girls recently, if I don’t write a damn thing all week it’ll be okay because I’ll have a week away from work with lots of giggling. 🙂

You know the drill… Comment below (because I’m a comment whore), and check out the girls to see what they need to come up with their amazing fiction!


Wednesday Words – 5 things

This week for Wednesday Words I’ve been asked to list five things that I can’t live without so here they are in no particular order.

1) Medication

Like the title of this blog says, I’m part of the Prozac Nation. Dysthymia seriously sucks, but medication makes it somewhat tolerable. I still have my bad days and I still have to fight the struggle of clinical depression each and every day, but with my meds it’s a little bit easier to do. Before my meds I was kind of a mess. Now I’m just a slight mess. 🙂

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Sunshine Award!

The lovely Chris Allen-Riley gave me a blog award! 🙂

So now I have to answer the questions below and pass the award on to some other bloggers. 🙂

1. What is your Favorite Christmas/Festive movie?

Oh man… just one?  I guess I’ll pick Elf because it still makes me snort.  But Love, Actually and National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation are other favorites. 🙂

2. What is your Favorite Flower?

Lillies.  My Grandma’s (Mom’s mom) maiden name was Lilly and I’ve always been drawn to the flowers.  Once I had a psychic reading by a medium and all I told her was my name and birth date.  The first thing she said to me was, “I’m seeing an older woman and she’s showing me a lily…”  That was her way of showing me that it was her.

3. What is your Favorite Non-Alcoholic Beverage?
I’ve been on a cherry kick lately… Cherry Diet Coke, Cherry Coke Zero, Diet Cherry Pepsi… 🙂

4. What is your Passion?
My family, and being as creative as I can.

5. What is your Favorite Time of Year?
I love the fall!  I adore being able to wear jeans and a sweater but not need a coat.  It’s the perfect weather for a knitter like me. 🙂

6. What is your Favorite Time of Day?
It’s definitely not morning!  (The above mentioned Chris somehow managed to get my ass out of bed to have breakfast at 7:00 AM on a Saturday last weekend when we were at a writers conference… that’s some serious love right there, people!)  I love to stay up late working on writing or something artsy, but unfortunately I don’t get to do that as much as I’d  to.  Cause you know, I’m old. LOL

7. What is your Favorite Physical Activity?
Does sleeping count?  LOL  I love to walk but it hurts my body because of all of my mystery ailments so I can’t do it as much as I’d like.  I’m a water baby though, so any time I can be in or near the water makes me happy. 🙂

8. What is your Favorite Vacation Spot?
Disney World.  Absolutely love it there.  I want to live in Cinderella’s castle and stand at the window doing a princess wave every so often throughout the day.  LOL  Back when I had a decent job I used to go to Disney every year and it was awesome… for my 30th bday I went to Disney and met all of the princesses. LOL  Sadly I haven’t been there in several years. 😦

I pass this blog award on to…
Jen of Sweaters for Days and Moves Like Jaggger

Lara of Lara Writes

Margaret of Writing Slices

Gramps and NaNo

Last time I blogged I shared that my Grandpa wasn’t doing so hot. He managed to hang in there a while longer but last week on Wednesday he did finally die. It was a bittersweet situation because of course it was sad to have to let him go, but I was also really glad to know that he wasn’t going to suffer anymore and therefore we weren’t going to suffer anymore either.

His last five days were rough. They started out on a Saturday morning when my mom woke me up at six am because she was pretty sure he was going to die which I blogged about here. After that he sort of bounced back and forth between us literally thinking he was going to die within minutes to him cracking jokes and being his goofy self. The last day and a half was the worst though when his breathing pattern was seven breaths in 42 seconds followed by a full minute of not breathing. He was pretty much in a coma at that point although because he was at home it wasn’t diagnosed as a coma by a doctor. But finally on October 17th around 1:00 p.m. he finally let go.

I always thought that seeing a dead body in my home and experiencing a death like that would freak me the hell out. But after sitting next to him waiting for it to happen for days and getting only 3 hour blocks of sleep every so often, it just seemed natural. We’d sat there so many times thinking that he was going to die and then he didn’t that when it finally happened it was like, “Wow… okay, it finally happened.”

I haven’t written anything since I wrote that last blog post, but since Gramps died writing has definitely been on my mind. I’ve been reading a lot which always gets me in the mood to write. My characters are also popping up in random places showing me that they’re almost ready to play again, so that’s good.

With NaNoWriMo right around the corner I’m faced with the dilemma of to NaNo or not to NaNo? The last time I participated was in 2010 and I’m still working on that story, slowly but surely. I didn’t even attempt it last year because Gramps had just moved in with us and I didn’t think it would be fair to my mom to spend that first month up in my bedroom trying to write a book in thirty days.

I remember thinking a few weeks back that there’s no way I could do NaNo this year unless Gramps died before November. But here we are just a week away from November and he’s gone so I really could give it a try without feeling guilty that I should be doing something else. Of course, my ongoing problem with NaNo is always that I can’t think of a plot before November and then when the month begins I get seriously blocked. But I also tend to wait until a few days before NaNo starts to think about plot ideas so I’m actually ahead of the game right now. LOL Plus I’ll be attending the GRRWG Ready Set Write Conference next weekend too which will hopefully shine some motivation in my direction.

So I guess what I’m saying is that yeah, I’m going to attempt NaNo again this year. I think I owe it to myself to do it, and maybe even to Gramps too. Who knows maybe I’ll write about a crazy 97.5 year old guy who lives with his granddaughter, thinks facial hair means a guy has something to hide, and loves Filet-O-Fish sandwiches. 🙂

RIP, Gramps.



I have to blog today because if I don’t, my goals for my writing group for the month won’t be met.  The problem is that I don’t feel like blogging or writing.  What I want to do is go home and go to bed.  I want to sleep in this most awesome weather that doesn’t have me sweating non stop.  I want to keep the window open so that the cool air can come in my room.  I absolutely love early Fall.  Of course, it’s still summer, but whatever… 🙂

It’s been a while since I’ve blogged.  The novella has grown.  Not by a whole lot, but definitely more than it did in July.  I still loathe writing in third person and have pretty much decided that I’m not forcing myself to use it again any time soon.  I think my problem with third person is that I just don’t feel connected when I’m writing in it.  I like my characters, but I don’t feel like I’m all up in their head like I would be in first person.  For me, writing in first person is like being the character.  I become the person I’m writing and in telling their story feel like I’m telling my story.  I also think that first person just makes sense because it’s what we do every day.  This blog is in first person and every conversation I’ve had all day has been in first person.  It’s what we know… and they always say, “Write what you know.”

But I digress… back to the novella.  It’s a happy little love story about two best friends who love each other but for one reason or another haven’t been able to be together.  That is, until the novella starts and they’re both put into the position of facing their love for each other.  You know, that whole, “I love you but I shouldn’t but I want to but I can’t but I need to…” sort of thing. 🙂  The male lead, Dylan, is a wounded Army vet, and the female lead, Maggie, is a high school art teacher.  I’m more in love with his character at this point than I am her and I often play around with the idea of just rewriting the damn thing from his POV, but I haven’t.  Yet.   He’s just so sexy.  Sexy and strong and funny but also clumsy and not at all perfect.  Or as the Maggie describes him, he’s “A good mixture of muscle and snuggle.”

They’re both a bit of a mess…  but I think that’s at least part of the reason why I like them.

But instead of talking about the novella, perhaps I should actually work on it. Happy weekend!

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Six Sentence Sunday

ImageI’ve mentioned a few times lately how I feel like I’m in a bit of a writing slump.  I only wrote 10,741 words in June and although that’s not a horrible word count, it’s definitely not even close to what I’d like to see at the end of a month.

I did, however, meet all of my writing goals that I set for myself for June.  I finished writing and posting a fanfic that I’d been working on for years and started a new novella that I plan on submitting for publishing when it’s done.  It’ll be my first submission and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t freaking out about it… but I have some pretty awesome published friends around me to keep me going and make sure I don’t give up. 🙂

This new novella is quite a challenge for me because I’m used to writing long drawn out novel length fanfic, so a novella is kind of scary.  It’s also a challenge because for some reason instead of my usual first person I decided to try this one in third person.  I really struggle with third person for some reason. I love writing in first person because I can really get into the head of the main character and it’s like I become the him/her and I’m writing my own story even if it’s not something that I’ve experienced.  It’s not that I don’t like third person, it’s just not what I’m used to, ya know?

Anywho… today is Sunday which in the world of blogging writers means Six Sentence Sunday. So here, is a little sneak at my newest novella in it’s totally new and unedited form.

He’d found out about three weeks ago that he was finally being released from the medical center he’d called home for nearly a year since his accident in Afghanistan.  After countless surgeries and hour upon hour of physical therapy he was finally cleared to go home and as soon as he told Mike, a plan to surprise Maggie had begun.   He’d been doing his best to avoid talking about when he’d be home because he didn’t want to lie to her.  But in just one day all of the secret keeping would be over.  He would drive from his parent’s house up to Crystal, MI where he’d spent every summer of his childhood with Mike and Maggie.  He’d surprise her, and hopefully not piss her off too much, and get the hug he’d been waiting over a year for.

Cross Post: Life Got in the Way

Well gee… since I haven’t written anything here in a while, I’m going to cross post and give you my monthly post from my writers group. 🙂

Image Life Got in the Way

I’ve fallen into a writing slump.  In the first 14 days of June I was on sort of a roll and was gaining on 8,000 words, I’d met a bunch of my June goals and was feeling great.  In the past 10 days, I’ve written 112 words.


It’s not that I haven’t wanted to write or that I haven’t tried.  I think about writing all the time and I have ideas constantly running through my head.  It’s just that life keeps getting in the way.  I know, I’m supposed to be vigilant about protecting my writing times and write no matter what.  But let’s be honest here… that’s not always practical.


I live with my mother and my 97 year old grandfather.  He has Alzheimer’s, Dementia, and Congestive Heart Failure.  Although he’s pretty damn with it considering his age and everything going on, his care is a 24 hour a day job.  A job which my mother and I do alone while trying to still have lives of our own.


Last week alone saw a 9 hour ER visit, a fall, and talks with hospice on top of me working full time and trying to squeeze in self care.  Due to his age and the fact that he has a heart condition that isn’t going to get any better he qualified for hospice.  Technically to be involved with hospice someone is supposed to have less than six months to live, but with Gramps it’s more of a maintenance thing.  His symptoms will be managed and then each six months he’ll be recertified to continue hospice services.  He may be 97 but his big sister just turned 103 and his baby brother is 90. 🙂


The amount of support we’re getting from hospice is kind of mind blowing, actually.  Before hospice we had to pay out of pocket for all medications (last week’s ER visit resulted in seven pills of antibiotics that cost $57.00), all medical supplies (adult diapers, ointments, catheter supplies, etc.) and 24 hour oxygen ($40 a month).  With hospice, all of that’s covered.  Oxygen, medication, supplies, a new cane, a wheel chair are just a few things we’ve received this week that we no longer have to pay for.  If Gramps is sick and needs attention, we don’t go to the ER anymore, the doctor comes to us.  We have a nurse who visits a few times a week to monitor progress, a social worker who is helping with all sorts of things including applying for a grant to help with funeral costs when the time comes, an aide who visits three times a week to help with daily living and who provides my mother with 2 hour respite breaks… there’s even an option to have a visiting chaplain if it’s wanted.   


My mom still can’t work outside of the home and is pretty much tethered to Gramps’ care, but this extra support is pretty amazing and much appreciated.  Is it going to help me get my writing done?  Probably not, but then again the less I have to worry about my mom the more likely I’m able to concentrate on writing when I have the chance to squeeze it in to my schedule. 🙂


Wishes of high word counts to you all!


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