The Flip Side...

So, a couple of weeks ago I ventured into the green room of my mind, searching for Mz. Muse.  She'd gone so quiet I worried that she'd escaped, er...rather, gone to find a new green room in which to reside.  Neither appeared to be true...thanks goodness.  I heard her growling at me from behind the closed door.

Today I went back and found the sign above stuck to the door.  I'm taking that as a good sign, even though she'd stuck it to said door with a really sharp athame.

That's her way.

The soon, I'm hoping, refers to the fact that I'm about two weeks from the end of my semester at school.  So long math and let me at the creative classes I've longed to take!  Mz. Muse found the math portion of my schooling a personal assault to her sanity...I can't disagree.

Here's to seeing y'all on the flip side of this semester.  Have a wonderful weekend!

Serena

Mz. Muse and Mistress P Make a Connection...

So, Mz. Muse and Mistress P have come together to torment me, though not, totally, intentionally.

They promise.

I'm not sure I believe them.  They seem to be working on what to fill the room at the pleasure club with for the union meeting.

The up side, at least the flash is being worked on somewhere in my subconscious and hey, the pictures in my head are lovely.  The down side, the pictures in my head are disrupting my school work...  see, there's some intention in their actions.

But, I'm being a good author and saying "yes, Mz. and Mistress, please keep the pictures coming." with my head bowed and eyes on the floor, of course.

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Have a lovely weekend, y'all!

Serena

Photo Friday

Happy Friday!

Well, no flash from me again this week.  Sorry.  I'm down to the last two weeks in my school semester and I still have a math final to study for, a report to write, a PowerPoint presentation to put together and a website (with media queries) to create.  I'm running on vapors here. 

On the plus side, my Talbot's Peak characters have decided to cut me a break and are now making the most of their free time...most of which involves bouts of the 'hot and sweaty.'  Mz. Muse is giving me a break in her own way, she's not bitching at me, but she is making sure to scatter photos like the one above through my brain as little reminders that she's still there.

It's actually kinda nice.  ;)

So I just thought I would share some of Mz. Muses' visuals with you and wish y'all an enjoyable weekend!  Until next week...
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May your weekend be filled with the 'hot and sweaty!'


Serena

Reetha's Coming Home

Happy Friday, Ya'll!  Once again I'm shocked by what Mz. Muse chooses to hold back on me.  So many of my characters/flashes have come out of "nowhere" (better known as that secret place where Mz. Muse hides things from me.)  Today's offering popped up in the car (typical) while listening to Hollywood Nights by Bob Seger.

Here's how it went...
Mz. Muse was like, "Oh btw, here ya go." 

For me...it was more like THWAP, vivid Technicolor pictures of a worn out woman longing for home and those she left so long ago. 

Then,  Mz. has the audacity to say..."Oh, and she's a McMahon...the youngest McMahon and Ziva's BFF who she's help to hide from her brothers and dad.  Have fun!"

Me...looking crazy behind the wheel yelling WTF at the radio.


I think Mz. hates me.  Or she really wants Nick and Ziva to fail 'cause she sure piles it on high for them. 

I did remind her that Nick and Z still had not resolved the last thing she threw their way...

Her response... "Then one more thing can't hurt.

Sadistic...though in the end she's usually right.  Once again I need to trust she knows where this is going.

Say hi to Reetha McMahon below...

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The small tinny jingle rang in Reetha’s ear as she prayed her friend would answer soon.  Time was running out.

“Hello?”

Thank Lupa.  Relief so great flooded her body at the sound of her friend’s voice.   Her own caught in her throat as she attempted to hold back the tears.

“Hell’oooo.”

“Zee,” she whispered, hoping she was loud enough to be heard.

“Ree?  Oh Lup-ahh, Ree, is it really you?”

“Ha-yes,” Reetha wasn’t so lucky this time and the tears she’d been holding back fell free. “It’s me, Zee.  It’s time, Zee.  I-I need to come home.  I’m so sorry.  Nick, Mooney and dad are going to be so mad… I’m sorry, Zee, so-so sorry.”

“I’ll call Dante.  Hang in there, Ree.  I’ll call you right back at this number.”

“Thank” she’d not even finished her sentence before finding herself thanking a dial tone.  She was putting Ziva in such a bad position and all because all those years ago she couldn’t stand to be the McMahon youngest one more minute and had asked her best friend to help her run.

What had started as an exciting new life thanks to Ziva putting her in contact with Dante had soured after years of hiding in plain sight and subterfuge.   

Reetha look down at the phone gripped in hands dripping with sparkly baubles and wondered once again when the thrill of this life had left her.
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Have a great weekend!


Serena