Perseverence

They sat on the edge of the cliff, not talking, not moving, just listening.  The rush of the water below moved to the beat of a jungle theme or so it seemed.  The night was full of stars, no clouds, crisp and crystal clear.  There was just enough of a chill in the air, that sleeves were needed, but no jacket or coat.  It felt good to breathe in the air. 

This was their place, no one else could claim it.  Just theirs.  It had been sheer luck that they had come across it.  Just far enough out of the way to give them peace, quiet, and privacy.  Close enough for a decent paying job, and there were no city restrictions on dogs, animals, or building requirements.  Their dreams were finally coming true, being fulfilled and life was changing. 

They were able to watch the beautiful sunsets, with no skyscrapers in the way, no noise of traffic coming from a nearby highway.  No sirens going off or motorcycles burning up and down the street.  Peace at last!  What a comfort it was to know that God had answered their prayers.  Their hard work had paid off and they were enjoying the fruits of the labor. 

He gently reached and took her hand, kissing the back of it, touching her wedding band with his lips.  She smiled.  Goose bumps traveled up her arm.  They were soul mates and God had brought them together.  There was no doubting that and there were no doubts in their marriage if they had made the right decisions. 

Peace of mind, peace in their hearts, now they could finish living their lives. 

My Novels

After much thought, I have to decide to pull my novels out and start re-writing them, cleaning them up and then I am going to try whole-heartily to get them published.  Even if I never write another one, I want these three and a few short stories I'm writing to be published. 

I'm sure there will be comments and complaints about some of the content, but it is nothing that I am ashamed of having written.  It was a place in my life, that reflected the world, and I don't think there is anything really wrong.  The contemporary romances do reflect a life that doesn't really always happen.  Most of my characters are rich or in a few of them, but for the most part, it is just life.

I hope you won't judge me to be wrong in this matter.  I will be looking for comments, and support, and you will occasionally get to read a small excerpt from one of them. 

Thanks for being my followers.  I'll have some movie reviews soon. 

Fancy

That song Fancy that was originally recorded by Bobbie Gentry, and then re-recorded by Reba McIntire came to mind as she watch the roach crawl across the cabinet.  Her new hobby was torturing them every time she saw one.  Sad, but true... she hated where they had wound up and she wanted nothing more than to have her high stress, mediocre paying job that was two hours drive time one way, back...  Well maybe not, but she didn't want this.. That was for sure..

What did she want?  To enjoy life more than anything and right now all she did was worry.  Worry about things she couldn't really control, not where they were currently living.  She stood looking out the window and sipping the steaming cup of hot coffee.  What did she like to do these days?  Nothing it seemed, because it all came back to how could she earn money.  Nothing was fun anymore.  She used to love to write, but now all she did was ghostwrite for pennies.  Her stuff never had her name on it.  She loved dogs, but all she had now were her pets.  Her beagles were gone.  Her best friend was gone. 

Her friends lived at least an hour a way or farther.  She didn't really have any close friends where she lived.  Her daughter, one sister, a niece and a nephew on her side lived close, but that was it.  She traded emails with a few friends, but no one called.  That was probably her fault.  She had lost all joy and happiness from her life.  The joy was back, she had turned back to God, and it was almost as if she had been saved all over again.  She walked on clouds for months, and then something happened.  She lost the happiness or maybe she was just a little sad. 

Her destiny was hers by choice.  She didn't regret most of the choices she had made, but she might have waiting on one if she had known how hard things were going to be without the income.  However, the stress was taking its toll and she probably would have had a stroke or a heart attack if she had stayed.  So what was in their future? 

She dreamed of a house with no roaches, floors that were solid and didn't give when you walked.  She dreamed of a nice big yard fenced so her big dog could run without fear.  She dreamed of room to have any kind of animal or as many dogs as she could afford to feed.  She dreamed of getting her teaching degree and teaching kids.  She had experienced that for a couple of months and it had renewed a dream from her past of being a teacher, now she wanted that again.  She wanted to hold a newborn pup in her hand and smell the puppy breath.  She wanted to run and play with the dogs, and she wanted to be noticed for her writing, not for someone else to take the credit. 

So today as she stood, looking out the window, she made her mind up, no matter what, or what it took, this year was going to be different.  No more struggling to make ends meet, to pay bills or avoid answering the phone.  Today started a new direction, and that was one of making her dreams come true.  It was writing, sharing her stories, and telling about God, and what He had done in her life.  It was using her talents to help others.  It was living life with no more regrets. 

She refilled her coffee cup, smiled, smacked the roach... and headed towards the computer room.