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Sticking to It

It is said that as an author/writer one must write every day. Well, yes, that is true. It takes self-discipline. How much it takes depends on the person because we’re all different. But if you are one who does not have much self-discipline, it can be learned. You just have to turn it into a habit. How do you do that? By writing every day. I am not going to kid you. Some days it won’t be easy to write because you won’t be in the mood. That’s ok. Do something, anything. Just write. You don’t have to write a lot. Just write. Once writing daily becomes a habit, you will look forward to the task more.

Now comes the question, what if I don’t do any actual writing? What if I am only working in my journal or planning out my story? Yes, those tasks are considered writing. There are times when I am in the middle of writing a scene, and I get stuck. I don’t know how to proceed with the story/scene. So I stop, close out my story, get my shoes on, and go for a walk. On this walk I am thinking about the scene. I let the breeze refresh me and my mind. I allow my characters to ‘walk around’ (so to speak) inside my mind and take a break from the page. When I do this, the answer comes. For you it might not be a walk that you need. It may be something else. My point is that these walks are considered my writing time as well because the story in a way is still being worked on. It also makes the process fun and less tedious.

So, stick with it. Do not give up. Make the process of writing/creating fun. Just stick to it.

Posted in Poetry

The Glow by L. M. Montes

At half sunrise and half sunset,
a low light of heaven predawn or preset,
gives pause to one’s thoughts,
of pre-day or pre-night,
reflection abounds and growth is met.

Cherish the moments of heaven’s glow,
when quietude erupts and silence so low,
smile, drink coffee, enjoy the time,
those moments, so precious, do flee,
so day and night can grow.

Posted in Fiction

The Moving Room (Part IV)

Ed’s attention went from his wife, who ascended to the second floor, to Lily. Her smile as she, too, watched his wife’s ascent, made him scratch his head in wonder. He could understand her being happy that Daisy loved the house, but her smile wasn’t that kind of smile. There was a type of malice there. He liked it.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re hiding something?” Ed asked Lily.

“You sound more intrigued about that than fearful,” replied Lily.

“Maybe because I am. So, what is really going on?”

“Oh, you’ll find out here in a few minutes.”

Ed gave her a thoughtful look. “Is it a trap of some kind?” asked Ed.

“You could say that. But it’s only for those greedy enough to fall for it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s just say your wife will finally have a house she will never be rid of…..ever.”

Daisy stepped onto the landing. The red plush carpet cushioned her every step. She stopped and peered to the left then right then left again. All the doors remained shut in each direction. Then to her left a door popped open on the right side of the hall way, and a light streamed out from within. The beam appeared brighter than usual. Her curiosity up, she hurried to the open door and poked her head in.

The red carpet continued into the bedroom. The walls were a creamy pearly white and shined as such. She reached around with her hand and rubbed it along the wall. The smoothness of it told her it was indeed pearl. “Wow, walls of pearl.” Her attention drew to the left and around the rest of the room. As she did this, she stepped inside the room. It was then she noticed the intricate gold design within the pearl walls. She took two strides to get a closer look and ran her finger along the gold pattern. On the left end of the room sat a four poster bed. It’s frame also that of pearl and with the same golden design. “I love this house. I love this room. I want it. I have to have this.” She turned to run out of the room to go get her husband, but the door wasn’t where it had been before. It was next to the bed.

She must have been mistaken, so she ran out the door and into a hallway with blue plush carpet. There was no hall going left or right as before. Instead the hall way was in front of her. She ran down it toward the stairwell, but there was no stairwell. She turned back toward the room but found herself back in the room without having moved. “How?” She turned in circles but now there was no door in the room. Not even one for a closet. But, oh, how she loved the room. She needed find her husband though. But there was no door leading out of the bedroom.

She banged on the wall’s, “Ed! Ed! Can you hear me? Ed!? Help.”

Downstairs Lily chuckled as she listened to Daisy yell for help.

“Shouldn’t we go help her?” asked Ed intrigued with Lily and not moving a muscle to help his wife.

“You don’t sound very convincing, Ed,” said Lily. “As a matter of fact, I see a tiny smile on those lips of yours.”

“You don’t know the evil that woman up there has put me through, so yeah, I guess I’m just going through the motions of giving a damn about her. But, out of curiosity. What happened to her? Why is she needing help in the first place?”

“She entered the moving room. When a greedy, self-serving person enters the room, there is no way out. The room moves and continues to move. It will display a door on one side of the room making you think you found your way out, when in reality, it leads to somewhere else.” She paused for effect, then, “There is no way out.”

Ed smiled. “I see.”

“Do you want this house, Ed?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Then let’s go.”

Ed and Lily walked out the front door and down the steps. Lily remained standing in front of the house and watched as Ed walked to his car.

Ed opened his driver side door and glanced up in the direction of the house, as he got into his car. But the house was gone and so was Lily and any trace she had ever been there.

(The End)

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The Moving Room (Part III)

“How did you get the buyers of our last three homes to give up ownership after six months?” asked Ed.

“Oh, that was simple. Anyone would freely give up their home if it meant they had to make zero payments,” replied Daisy.

“Then who pays the property taxes?”

“In essence, you do.”

“How do I do that?” asked Ed.”

“Well, hm, let’s see. Every buck you earn goes to me, so I pay it with that.”

“You’re evil, Daisy. Plain and simple. Just pure evil.”

“Never forget, baby, I own you.”

Ed turned off the car, and they went inside their current house. He sauntered into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of milk. He stood at the kitchen sink and stared out the window into the back yard. How was it that Daisy came to be the way she is? She wasn’t like that when he married her. He scratched the back of his head, chugged the rest of his milk, and belched out an air bubble. Unless that was all an act and this was her clear intent all along.

“Ed! Come quick! Look at this house,” called Daisy from the living room.

Ed walked in to the room to find Daisy drooling over a house displayed on the TV. It was a three story Victorian style with spires on each corner. This had to be the one that Daisy would be happy with for years and years. “Where is it?”

“Ten miles from hear going north of town. There’s an open house going on right now.”

“Well, what are we waiting for. Let’s go look at it,” said Ed.

They jumped in the car, backed out of the driveway, and headed north of town.

Daisy sat in the passenger seat with her hands pushed together between her legs. She rubbed them together as an exciting leer pressed itself on her face. “Oh, this house is going to be mine. All mine. This is the one. I can just feel it. Once I have it, you won’t be able to pry me out of there.”

Ed didn’t know what to think. Why couldn’t she be happy with what she had? It made no sense to him. He drummed his fingers on his leg as he drove. Maybe he could stay in this house, while she stayed in the Victorian house. He smiled at the thought, but he knew better than to think she’d actually let him have something of his own. Damn, how was he going to rid himself of this problem?

Twenty minutes later he pulled the car into the long driveway leading to the Victorian home. He gave his wife a side look, as he parked the car. Her eyes pealed themselves to the front of the house.

With absent minded ease, Daisy opened her car door and stepped out. Her jaw dropped open as she shuffled her way to the front steps and walked up.

Ed stood next to his open car door and watched as his wife melded herself, in a way, with the beauty of the house. Then another beauty captured his own eyes, and it wasn’t the house. A woman, with blond hair spilling over her right shoulder stepped out of the house.

“Hi, I’m Lily.” She held out her hand to Daisy, and Daisy shook it.

By this time Ed had walked up the front steps and now held his hand out and shook Lily’s.

Lily handed them both her business card. Moving Room Real Estate was printed across the top.

Hm, thought Ed. He’d never heard of that brokerage. “Are you a knew brokerage?”

“You could say that,” replied Lily. Her dark brown eyes gave him a few flirtatious blinks.

Ed smiled back, glanced at his wife who continued to be enthralled with the house and now headed inside. He let her go and didn’t follow. He looked back at Lily who’s creased brows told him she wasn’t impressed with Daisy. “Something wrong?” asked Ed.

“Well…..it’s your wife. Is she ok? She shook my hand but never really acknowledged me.”

“It’s the house. She’s taken by it and wants it bad,” said Ed as he and Lily now entered the house.

A sly smile then graced Lily’s lips. “Then let’s allow her to roam the house on her own. “I’m sure she’ll find something that will keep her here indefinitely.”

It was Ed’s turn to crease his brows. It was an odd statement, but this felt like an odd situation, although he couldn’t explain why.

A circular staircase sat off to the right of the front entryway. Ed watched as Daisy, in a dream like state, walked up the stairs to the second floor.

Daisy, her eyes on the landing above, made her way up the steps. The house, it called to her psyche. It pulled her, and up up she went.

Lily watched with an I gottcha now smile as Daisy made her way up.

(To Be Continued)

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Beauty by L. M. Montes

What is beauty?
A visual of mountains, streams, and lakes?

Is it a flower?
Those precious colored jewels, our breaths they take?

Is it the ocean waves spilling across the sand?
A sound so smooth and brings us sleep?

Does it come in the form of a sweet scent?
From flowers’ scents to baked pecan rolls, a taste we keep?

What form does it take?
Any form to you and me from Jesus hand for us to see.

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Write It Down

You want to write a novel, but you don’t know how to start. You have all these ideas milling around in your head, but you can’t seem to organize them. What do you do? Write them down. Get a journal and write it in there, or create an electronic file in your word processing program and write it in there.

What do you do once you get your ideas written down and organized? This is where I say, it all depends on how you as an individual go about it? Everyone is different and will do what is comfortable for them. But what if you don’t know how you work? You are going to have to try different things and discover what way you like best.

Here’s what I do. When I finished my first novel, I immediately wanted to write the second one. I had an idea of what I wanted the second book to be about but most of it was bunched in my head in pieces. I knew what I wanted the story to consist of but I didn’t know what I needed to do to connect those ideas. I started out by putting together a three ring binder with sections. These sections are as follows: characters, realms, settings, photos, names for characters, questions, story, style sheet, and fantasy characters.

I went through each section of my binder and added my notes in each section. Once the information was separate this way, my mind was free to meditate on each. The one section I started with was questions. I looked at those and sought to answer them. No, the answers didn’t come right away. I brainstormed the answers and some questions I had to really think about. This is where my walks came in handy. During that time my brain was free to think. Much of what I came up with and worked for my story came from that thinking time during my walks.

Example: below is a question I needed an answer to for my up and coming novel The Cross’s Key. I wanted seven realms in my novel hence the double question below…..

What will these realms be and how will I connect them to the story?

The answer to the above questions did not come right away. It took a while. That’s ok. Don’t rush your story. Take your time. But…..write down your ideas.

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The Moving Room (Part II)

Shoving his wife out the passenger side door was only a fantasy. He couldn’t do something like that. Simply put, he wasn’t that kind of guy. His wife, Daisy, irritated him to no end, but she was his wife none the less. For better or worse. More for the worst if anything though. He, Ed Thomas, was a stand up guy. At least he thought so. He itched the back of his head as he turned the car into the driveway of their current home.

He watched Daisy as he turned the car’s engine off. Her head bowed to her chest and her bottom lip popped out. He placed a hand on her knee, but she didn’t respond. “Daisy,” said Ed. “We have a nice house. It’s perfect. We don’t need to sell it and buy a new one. This needs to stop.”

Daisy shot her head up and looked her husband square in the eyes. “It’s boring, Ed. This house is boring. There is nothing magical about it.”

“That’s not what you said when we bought it a year ago. You said it had all kinds of magic. That it was just what you wanted.”

“There is always something better out there. Always.”

“How long is this going to go on? Huh? We’ve been married for five years. We’re in our mid-thirties. We can’t continue to move every year. Our funds will deplete as time goes by,” replied Ed.

“Bah,” said Daisy with a wave of her hand. “Not if we use the money we get from the sale of our house it won’t. Besides, baby, you make good money. With the $70,000 a year salary you make, and the $10,000,000 inheritance you gained, we’ll be sitting pretty for a good long time.”

“But you never let me have any money. It’s my money and you never let me have access to it,” said Ed.

“And don’t you forget it, Sweety. Remember what I told you.” Her facial expression turned to ice, and her voice deepened in a gruff, harsh tone. “You will NEVER have anything. It’s mine. All mine. The money. The houses. Everything. Oh and by the way. The other two houses we purchased prior to this one? I still own them.”

Ed twisted his head and shot her a look. He opened his mouth to respond but found himself speechless. After a full minute he said, “But, how? I saw and witnessed the sales transactions.”

“Did you read the documents that were signed?”

“Well, no. I let you take care of…..” Shock invaded his speech once more. “What did you do?”

“Oh, the buyers bought the house. But I had the realtor set up the contract so that ownership of the each of those houses would revert back to me within a six month period of time. The buyers would stay there rent free after that.”

“I’m taking you off the bank accounts. And you no longer will share in my inheritance.”

“Yeah, well, remember what I told you I’d do if you tried to do that,” threatened Daisy, an evil leer smearing across her face.

(To Be Continued)

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The Moving Room (Part I)

The Sunday morning air cooled the car through the open windows, as Daisy and her husband Ed sped down the country road. Birds flitted across from one side of the road to the other. Trees swayed, as their leaves waved and clapped.

Daisy gazed out of the passenger side window as she lay her head back against the head rest. A slow breath in and out helped to clear her mind as the drone of the car trudged along the gravel strewn road. Her favorite. As they passed each house, she imagined what they looked like on the inside and what life would be like if she lived there. It wasn’t that she and her husband didn’t have a nice house. They did. But there was always a better one out there. Within the last five years they purchased three homes, but they only owned one. After moving in to a new house, she would become bored with it after a year and want a new one. There was always something out there that was better.

Today was no different. Her husband drove as Daisy’s eyes remained on the hunt for that new house that was that much better than what she had. Yes, it was there somewhere. And she would find it.

“This is ridiculous, Daisy,” complained Ed. “Why can’t we just stay in the house we have?”

“There is a better one. I know there is. That diamond in the rough. The one I won’t get bored with. We’ll never know unless we keep looking,” replied Daisy.

Ed glared at his wife. The back of her head faced him has she continued staring out her window. Oh how he’d love to have a remote control passenger side door that he could open with a button. Then he could take a pair of scissors, cut her seat belt off, open the door, and shove her out to the curb, all while driving down the road at high rate of speed.

(To Be Continued)