RAMBLINGS

Would you believe I almost forgot to post this!  LOL!

Here’s the teaser for Chapter 5:

Almost an hour later, Eric sat on the arm of his couch to the right of Sookie.  “I think she’s okay, now,” Eric said as he leaned down and reached over to tickle Hannah’s belly.  Sookie cradled the baby girl in her arms, and she was smiling and giggling, and being a happy baby again.  “I hate I called you over here for that.”  He shrugged, pulling back his hand.

Translation:  He hated he’d embarrassed himself by showing someone he didn’t even like his vulnerability.

Plus, he wasn’t really one to ever ask for help in the first place.  He felt like a bit like a failure and it hurt because he and Hannah had had such a great afternoon and evening together.

“It’s okay,” Sookie assured him, nodding.  “I’d have probably done the same thing,” she admitted, smiling up at him.  It had been a good attempt, but it hadn’t made him feel any better.  “I’m just glad she’s okay.”  Her eyes shifted down at the baby she held in her arms.  She giggled then shifted her eyes back up to him. Still smiling, she pointed out, “Ya know, she’s really freaking cute when she’s not wailing like a Banshee.”

He chuckled.  She had that right.  He was still in love, despite their little setback.  It had only taken one smile from Hannah to make him realize that.  “It’s been less than a day and I think I’ve fallen in love with her.”

Suddenly, he realized, he needed Sookie to go.  He was getting way too comfortable around her for his own good and that wasn’t something he could or wanted to deal with.

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I’ll have the chapter up on Monday.

😉 Kelly

Here’s an unbeta’d teaser for Changes Chapter 4 …

I couldn’t decide what to give you, so it’s a redacted bit of everyone’s POV …

For both Eric and Sookie changes were coming; a fact they’d both been aware of for more than two weeks.

In that time, Hannah had remained with Ashley in order to give them time to arrange custody and prepare, but now that an agreement was in place and Ashley’s summer term at school was about to start, the time for preparation was over.

For both of them, things were about to get really real.

Although Eric realized things were going to be different for him soon, he’d continued to live his life the way he always had – sleep, gym, work, booze, and women – not changing a single thing.

Old habits, he found, were very hard to break.

He’d thought it over and over and over in his head since that day in Mr. Cataliades office and he was still no closer to understanding why Pam and Indira had made the decision they had.  The way he saw it, they couldn’t have picked two more inept people to raise their child.

He didn’t know who was worse, him or Sookie.

The sound of bongos filled Sookie’s loft; radiating from the speakers she had placed all throughout the room.  She was in her zone, dancing around to the beat of the drums, while she slung, dabbed, rubbed, and smeared paint on the large canvas, standing on an easel in front of her, willy-nilly.

Having had a sudden burst of inspiration, she’d painted all afternoon and into the evening, but she wasn’t really keeping track of the time.  It was the first creative spurt she’d had in weeks and she was glad because she had a couple commissions she needed to complete soon and hadn’t had any luck getting them started.  Everything she’d attempted to paint since Pam and Indira’s car accident had been shit, until now.

She’d just had so much on her mind.  Everything was changing and it was all happening so fast and it was all beyond her control.  Why did Pam have to die?  Why had she just sprung parenthood, of all things, on her?  She knew she wasn’t fit to keep a plant, much less a kid and she thought Pam could have at least warned her – told her ahead of time before it was made legally binding.  But she realized it wouldn’t have made a bit of a difference even if Pam had revealed her intentions.  She’d still be exactly where she was now.

She’d just felt so extremely lost the past few weeks.  She still felt lost, actually, but at least she was able to paint again.

So … there you go …

No promises, but I may put this one up early as a thanks for all the hits and reviews this story is getting.  I’m not sure if I will or when, but the thought has been on my mind!

😉 Kelly

The new chapter of Changes (my I Write the Songs Promo fic) is up.  I’ve decided Mondays will be the day I post and I’ll put the teasers out every Tuesday.

So be sure to check back tomorrow for the teaser!

Now … for Chapter 4 …

If you’d like to read the chapter here on this blog, click here.

If you’d like to read it on ff.net, click here.

Also, just a reminder …. We’re accepting contest submissions until July 15th, so get to writing!

Changes chapter two is up …

To read it here, click here.

To read it at ff.net, click here.

Also, here’s a teaser from Ch. 3.  I’m not sure when I’ll post Ch.3, but rest assured, it’ll be on Monday or Tuesday of next week!

Here ya go:

The short, round man, whom Sookie assumed was Desmond Cataliades, reached the head of the table, sat his briefcase down in front of him, and opened it. “Good, then let’s get started.  You may be wondering why you’re here?”

He’d pretty much nailed that one.  Sookie had thought it was about her paintings, but she wasn’t so sure anymore with all the extra people present.

Mr. Cataliades reached into his open briefcase and pulled out two envelopes, handing one to Sookie and the other to Eric.

Sookie was really wondering what the hell was going on now.  She’d noticed immediately the handwriting on the front of the envelope he’d handed her was Pam’s.  She wanted to open it and see what it was; see what her dear friend had written to her, but at the same time, she was afraid.  She was afraid it would be too much.  She was barely holding it together as it was.  Besides, Mr. Cataliades hadn’t instructed them to open them, so she wasn’t sure she was supposed to.  Slightly dumbfounded by it all, all she could do was stare down at her name on the front.

“Ms. Ravenscroft specifically asked that you be given these letters in the event of both her and her partner’s death and that you read them together. You can go ahead and open them,” Mr. Cataliades finally said.

Sookie, still staring down at where her best friend had written her name, opened hers first.  She pulled it out, unfolded it, and started reading.

Oh … and just a reminder … the I Write The Songs contest is underway and accepting entries!  Get your story written and submitted!  You have till July 15th!

As promised, here’s an unbeta’d teaser from Chapter 2 of my promo-fic for the I Write the Songs contest, Changes …

She’d received the certified letter from Desmond Cataliades yesterday and hadn’t been surprised at all.  Shortly after adopting their daughter Hannah, Pam and her life-partner Indira had made no secret they were planning for their futures.  That had included drafting wills; although Sookie was pretty sure neither of them expected they’d need them so soon.

Sookie sure as hell hadn’t thought they would.

It had only been a few short weeks ago when Pam had last mentioned it to Sookie.

They’d been at their favorite Sushi joint sharing a plate of fresh salmon as they sipped on warm apple sake when Pam had brought up her will.

“I’m leaving you all your paintings,” Pam informed her, matter-of-factly, as she reached with her chopsticks for another piece of salmon.  “You painted them and I see you in each one of them, so I just feel like they should go back to you.”  Over the years, since they’d met, she’d amassed quite a collection of original Sookie Stackhouse works.  She’d purchased several and been gifted a few as well.  “Well, except for the one you painted for Hannah.  I think I’d like her to have that one.”

Sookie  agreed; at least about the one she’d painted Hannah.  She wasn’t so sure about the rest.  Sure, she’d painted them, but that didn’t mean Pam had to give them back.  It was just weird.  She shrugged it off, figuring it was all the death talk.  To her it was slightly morbid and not something someone as young as Pam should be thinking about; at least not yet. 

Now, she understood it all too well, though.  Pam had been right to plan because even though you never think it’s gonna happen to you or the ones you love, people died young every single day.

It was certainly a huge and ugly lesson learned for such a free-spirited soul, and she really wished neither Pam, nor Indira, would have been the ones who’d imparted it to her.

Enjoy!

😉 Till next Tuesday 😉

As I mentioned a couple weeks ago, I’m gonna be a judge in the I Write the Songs contest hosted by my wonderful beta Northwoman. I also mentioned I was planning on writing a promo-fic.

Since then, I’ve almost finished the fic. It is a multi-chapter fic and I plan to post weekly chapters and teasers, so check back later on tonight for a snippet from chapter 2 …

But for now, here’s the links to the first chapter …

If you’d like to read it at ff.net, click here.

To read it here, on this blog, click here.

Hope you like it!  😉 Kelly