Squirrels and Bears and Cupcakes Oh My!!!!

As Saturday comes to a close in the Eastern US of A I can’t help but throw out a lovely homage to Ionia and Charles (check out their pages if you haven’t.  Great bloggers and authors!!!.)

This is a goofy post, and add on anybody that wants to, a simple sentence and I will put it into the story.

There once was a squirrel who wanted nothing more than to eat a delicious frosting heavy cupcake.  He tugged at the paper gently so as not to make a single crumb fall to the ground.  A wasted cupcake made the squirrel sad more than anything else in the world.

Unbeknownst to him he had a couple of observers, for you see he was in the front yard of a quaint cottage that had two vibrant women sitting in their rocking chairs, books in hand and sweet summer wine on the table.  The books set on their laps as they watched the squirrel as he meticulously went about its business.

“Whatever could that squirrel be doing to that cupcake?” Said the lovely one in her true English tongue.

“I would rather ask, what is that cupcake doing to the squirrel to make it be treated as the goddess off all pastries.” The other spoke, attempting to hide all the accents she has assimilated into her vocabulary so she still is cool amongst her partner in crime

“That squirrel is nuts.”  Joked the man standing in the doorway, in an attempt at humor.

“More wine for you my dear.” said the second woman.

“And your very own cupcake as long as you don’t taunt the squirrel” laughed the first with heavy sarcasm.

As he had half eaten his cupcake without a care in the world he noticed the shrubs in the distance rustling.  He watched slowly until he dropped his cupcake at his astonishment.  A black bear began to charge the squirrel.  Us humans don’t understand how addicting those frosted treats can be to a bear and he had not tasted one in so long.

The bear and squirrel eyed each other. Oy one of them would survive. Then Without a second thought he showed up wearing a pink tutu to distract them… the man rushed to the squirrels rescue and began to wrestle the bear until the squirrel ran away with his confection and his human rescuer was pinned to the ground.

The first woman, as quick as she thinks, picks up the remaining cupcake and yells to get off their friend.  As expected the bear complied and sacheted back from wenst he came, small cake in mouth,

“Thank you for the help.”  He said half in appreciation and half in sarcasm.  He stood up, wiped the loose grass from his pants and joined the ladies on the porch pouring out his own glass of bourbon and picked up a book so the three of them could continue seizing the day with wonderful books, a refreshing alcoholic beverage, and a tale to tell.

Charles, find me a picture for this!!!

What is is called when it’s not a full on writer’s block?

I know, it’s an odd question.  I don’t have writer’s block, I do write some.  I do a lot of research for historical or mythological accuracy and how much I can veer after I got a wee bit of a suggestion from someone (who will get credit if it comes to fruit) and I’m going to see how I can incorporate it.  I write TONS of notes to come back to later.  Actual paragraph’s and pages that mix well together? We’re getting a tad dry.  So what would a person call this?  Writer’s bump? Is there even a word for it?  I know EXACTLY what I want written.  I know what I want written for the next two books.  The pages should be full at this point, so why aren’t they?  That is a pretty darn good question.  

We will say my weekend was a bit distracting, which was a great thing especially engulfing the promotional, exciting, new, and a lot more.  It was the fun kind of promotion.  Maybe the marketing is really hurting things with my writing, although I’m trying my hardest to keep things separate.  It could be that with my research and ideas are spanning back and forth between the both books to make sure of correct information.   Whatever the reason, it is now leading to frustration and I really want to get the next book out.  For those who enjoyed the first would love to know what has come to fruit.  Maybe it’s why I’m not blogging as much; although I doubt it. 

I love my WordPress folks and my other followers and friends.  I would LOVE insight, or how they remedy the situation or if I’m headed in the wrong direction.  Let’s keep me on track here.  So I can go back to commenting, loving, and possibly harrassing my WP folk (I’m calling you out Ionia 😉 .  Honestly though, you can check Ioniamartin at readfulthings.  While you’re checking out some of my other good folks Pat Fitzhugh, teller of southern ghost tales, and Charles Yallowitz with his lovely take on fantasy + 

No matter what though, let’s get this train back on its tracks, summer is coming soon….although I prefer the saying “Winter is Coming”.

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