On The Persian Rug – Flash Fiction

tumblr_mxqu06swUg1t5bhezo1_500He found her lying on the Persian rug in the old library. The late afternoon sun shone in through the tall windows creating rectangles of brightness on the old red and gold rug. She lay there in her green sweater and low rise jeans, worn so soft they moulded to her every curve. Her sweater, a bright leaf green, had ridden up revealing the shadowed indentation of her navel and a two-inch strip of smooth and toned abs.

Her dark hair was spread out in a fan around her head; a halo  of night. In her right hand, resting between the curved mountds of her breasts, she clutched her small, black mp3 player. The earbuds were in and she was tapping her tennis shoes in rhythm. Her eyes were closed, but occasionally her velvety lips moved as she lip synced.

He was amused as he watched her, so relaxed, lying flat on the floor. He round an arm chair and sank into the red velvet seat to wait for her to finish out whatever she was listening to. He wasn’t in any hurry. The day was done for him and there was something relaxing and soothing about watching her spread out on the floor.

It was a quarter hour longer till she stopped her toe tapping. He had just settled fully into the seat, readying himself for a nap when she sighed and took the earbuds out and opened her eyes.

She tipped her head back and saw him watching her with a slow grin.

“How long have you been there?” her husky voice asked.

“Not long.”

“Why didn’t you let me know you were here?”

“Because. I like watching you.”

She turned a slight shade of rose pink, but didn’t answer as she tried to gracefully sit up and wrap the wires around her player.

“Shall we go get dinner?” He asked as he grabbed her hand to pull her up.

“Okay,” she replied and they walked out of the old room, her arm tucked into his, leaving the golden rectangles to shift and fade as the sun slowly sank.

This Skin – Blogging U Poetry 201

I really liked this assignment because I love prose. I haven’t worked with it much since the spring, but I think it’s fun to write because while there are rules, sort of, there aren’t rules at the same time. I mean, prose needs somewhat of a rhythm to keep it going otherwise it’s just fiction. There has to be a bit of a lyrical quality in my opinion.

The assignment of Day 3: Skin, Prose Poem, Internal Rhyme  ended up being fitting with my earlier post of She’s A Woman In Gold.  I like internal rhyme and I think I might have gotten carried away with it, but words just started hitting together so there is a lot.

Probably because gold was part of the theme I went with along with looks and, well it’s kind of a metaphor if you read both posts. I’m not exactly sure what I’m saying.  Also, as I wrote this, I had Shawn Mendes’ song “Stitches” repeating over and over in my head. I have to add that Ben Huberman’s consistent use of musical inspiration this time around is thrilling me. I have been meaning to write a post for ages about the fact that people say they don’t like poetry, but music is poetry. Pure and simple. So, Ben, thank you! I love music; I love poetry… they go hand in hand. As I wrote this, I felt like I could rap it, which I can’t rap even though I love some of it. But this has kind of that slam poetry feeling. Oh, now that would be fun to do. To go up on stage and slam this one down.

So, without further ado…….

This Skin
by Katie Lyn (see that rhyme?)

Soft skin, the skin that I’m in, satin touch, rarely rough, I’m smooth as can be and all totally me. I’m a little bit more, all kissed by the sun, golden with glitter all bronzed and just fine, a bronzing that shines, smoothing down long thin lines. I’m summer soft sexy, a true golden girl. California’s child, a little bit wild, and really quite mild. My skin is like me, a shield and so thin, I’m easily pricked by words that cut in. A pin is like words, it can just dig right in, drawing forth blood and tears flowing out like a flood. My skin is so tough, from the hot summer sun, but prick and see I’m not all of me. I’m me and I’m not, my skin hides my flaws, my inner true self, tucked up on a shelf. I write who I am, and it’s far from just planned, but look at my words and see who is me. The skin that I’m in is just totally me, I’m girly and sweet, and that’s just who I am.

Again, gosh that was fun.

Positivity – Day No. 1

Here is day one of my 31 Days in October. Ironically, I chose positivity to be my first post about a month ago. The irony is trying to stay positive knowing as I write this that I have 30 more posts I have to write and I’m not as far along as I had hoped. I have semi started three posts and it’s only  four days until this post is actually going to go online.  (I’m tapping it out on a Sunday trying to get ahead of the game. Yikes!) So here goes.

Positivity is something that seems to be a trait inherent to women. We are supposed to be positive. Have a positive outlook on life. Project positivity in all we do. But sometimes we aren’t. In fact, I would bet you that most women are positive less than 50% of the time. No, this is not an actual statistic; just some common sense and looking at my own life. Men can be moody, and suddenly they are mysterious. Women are moody and it’s PMS.  I’m sorry, but it’s hard to stay positive when 5 days out of every month (this is lowballing it. I would go more like 12 days out of the month)  things are not working quite in tandem with actually feeling good.  (I feel like I should cue Michael Buble and have him sing his ‘Feeling Good’ song.)

I was listening to Joy the Baker’s podcast, No. 125 yesterday…. Okay it was actually in late August…. so yesterday means the 26th of August…. moving on.  In it, Joy and her cohost, Tracy, were talking about how to stay positive when things are getting to you. It all had to do with New Orleans and the ‘stabby’ season. It’s so hot you want to just stab something. (To get the full effect of what I’m talking about, listen to the podcast)

So what do you do when you are not so positive? For me, music is huge. I have my sad songs, my jazz songs, my pop, and if I need a boost, I turn to various songs. I can’t pick anything in particular, but something with a good beat. Lately, my need for music has been higher than usual. I have needed some ‘downtime’ in which I can just chill. Granted, my chilling is while hanging laundry, or cleaning chicken pans.

Sometimes finding the little things in life are good for a positive boost. Like taking a picture of a favorite subject…… for me this is pretty much flowers, flowers, bees, and more flowers.

Flowers fix everything.  Which reminds me of Anna Kendrick in her Miss Adventure for Kate Spade.  See?

 

All ways to keep very positive in my mind.

In the podcast, both the gals were talking about rosewater as a way to stay positive. Personally, while I love rosewater, I won’t use it on my face.  But I love essential oils and they keep my mind happy.  Fresh scents most of the time. I love Rosemary and Lemon. Citrus oils are my friend. All time favorite oil I think is Lime. It smells like you just grated lime peel.  Yep, that’s a good way to stay positive.

And lastly, while these items might seem cliche, they work.   Exercise.  I run, or bike, or yoga.  That endorphin/adrenaline boost  is really powerful.   And coffee. Or tea. You can never have enough coffee or tea in my mind. Men drink alcohol…. women drink tea.

How do you stay positive?

 

Plank Challenge: 20 seconds

Kate

What Are We – Poem (and more)

What Are WeI swear, I have written more ‘good’ poetry in the past week than I have all year. Sometimes one needs a focus, and right now, I have one. (on a side note, I’ve been watching too much ‘magical-ish’ type things as I’m thinking of ley lines and focuses for magic) But as writers, we do need a focus. Be it a song, a picture, or a person. Everyone needs their muse. My muse is a person right now. Frustration runs supreme with him, but it makes for some of my best work. I honestly wonder if writers can actually be happy. Maybe they need the unhappy in life to write the happy. Because I can say that I write best when I’m in a depressed mood. Not like seriously depressed, but when I’m not my perfect giddy self. When I’m giddy, I just want to absorb life. When I’m down, I write to escape life. I focus on the gritty of life. I write poetry and I get my hands dirty. So to speak.

So, as you can see, my frustration is hitting my poetry. And I’m listening to the most amazing playlist and it works with my mood. Check out the playlist here, Great Northern Campfire Vol. 5. 

Maybe you can play it while you write. Maybe it will inspire you during this cold time of year. While the nights come too soon, and the new year is here.

Kate

Here We Come A-Caroling

tumblr_mxqqphYSxQ1qkpc62o1_500This year my Christmas music choice has been more melancholy and quiet. Folk with older acoustic and country, with a touch new age.

If you click the picture, you will be taken right to one of my current playlists that is really hitting me this year.

Each year music, like my nail polish choice, changes and depends on my mood. I think last year I was in the oldies Christmas music with forest green nail polish being my choice. This year, due to Boris telling me, “It’s red. It’s always red;” in regards to my nail polish, I am wearing red for him. I was going to go turquoise, but well, I might splurge right at the end of the season. I have to admit, red is rather nice. And my music choice is something you could listen to in a library, or maybe in a cozy bookstore. I was writing in the stacks at my library the other day listening to it. Plopped down on the floor by the poetry, headphones in and scribbling frantically away in my notebook. It’s rather nice.

So, tell me dearies, what kind of Christmas music do you like? Does it change from year to year? Do you start listening to it full force once the holiday season starts? I’d love to know.

Listening on

Kate

Ed Sheeran & Ballroom

Ballroom has swept more than just the nation. It’s even creeping (marvelously so) into music videos as demonstrated by Ed Sheeran in his new song, “Thinking Out Loud”.  In this remarkably romantic song, Ed dances this sensual rumba/contemporary number with a talented brunette taking a song that has so much meaning, to another whole level.

I can’t stress how much I enjoy seeing a man dance good ballroom.  There is a romantic aspect to it that I can’t explain. Seeing a young man who wanted to do this — in his words

‘Thinking Out Loud’ is one of my favorite tracks on the album, if not my favorite,” Sheeran said in a press release about the video. “It’s a great one to perform live and means a lot to me. I wanted the video to be a little different, so I opted for ballroom dancing. I had lessons for five hours a day when I was on my U.S. tour last month.”

 

makes the song and dance a pleasure to watch.

I’ve never hidden the fact that I adore ballroom dancing what with my DWTS (Dancing With the Stars) fascination. I go pretty gaga over the whole thing. I want to dance it, I want to be a part of it, I love putting music to a dance. This time a modern singer who is quite marvelous in his own way, has gone and done it for me. He’s taken a marvelous song and put it to a dance just for pure enjoyment.

Am I gushing? Maybe just a little bit, but honestly, watch the video and you tell me if I’m off my rocker. I bet I’m not.

Signing off

Kate

Agent Simmons – S.H.I.E.L.D.

I posted the other day about wanting a soundtrack to play in my life like Agent Gemma Simmons from Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. in episode 2×03.  Watch above and see what you think.  I just think it’s perfect and I love the song so much.

And I hope to have a book review posted as well later in the day.

Happy Tuesday, dearies. (that is courtesy of Rumpelstiltskin from Once Upon a Time)

Signing off

Kate

The Soundtrack of My Life

So yesterday I wrote about having songs for certain people in my life and Kat replied with something I think that I have thought of way too much in my life. I wish my life were a soundtrack.

Here’s Kat’s comment.

Sometimes I wish life came with a soundtrack so I would be able to more fully express and experience interactions with people and what is generally happening “on screen” at that moment.
I used to assign ringtones to each person in my life and to this day whenever I hear “Carry on my wayward son” by Kansas, I think of my little sister because of our mutual love for a little show called Supernatural.

 

Wow, do I wish that was true. I wish I had music play at those moments in life where it explains what the heck is going on.  I want to wake up to that snazzy tune that is just perfect on the radio.  Like Gemma Simmons on Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. going through her morning routine to “God Help the Girl by God Help the Girl”.  For those interested, it was just the third episode of the second season…. (side note, I love Marvel. S.H.I.E.L.D, Captain America, Coulson….. I can go on)

Phil Coulson

Phil Coulson (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Anyways, I love music and I put on specific music for specific times.  I love Art Garfunkel‘s “Breakaway”.  I love James Taylor’s “Something In the Way She Moves”.  I can never get enough of John Denver’s “Gravel on the Ground”.  And I think all of these apply to my life along with a plethora of music that I play, including, but not limited to, pop, country, rap, classical, oldies, jazz (I love some really good jazz), blues, rock, electronic, dance, soundtracks…… Right now I’m really into Taylor Swift’s “Shake it Off”. (Don’t judge me, I know, I know.)  And Echosmith’s “Cool Kids”, and Pitbull’s “Fireball”…. I have my moments.

So, I’m curious, what songs would you have in your soundtrack of life?  Give me a list, or heck, that one song that makes you , YOU!

Signing off

Kate

What’s Your Tune

Do you ever associate music with a person? Most of the time I find I will associate certain songs with certain characters. Something that fits them to a ‘T’ and kind of describes them, though I’m sure most people wouldn’t get what I’m talking about, nor would I get why a song would fit with something they liked.

For instance, one of my characters, based on Tyler Hubbard of FLG, has a song and it’s “I’m On Fire” by Bruce Springsteen. (this character, aptly named Tyler, was originally based on Elliot from Leverage [Christian Kane‘s character] so there is some residual) For some reason, that song personifies ‘Tyler’. Don’t ask me why, but it just does.

Just like “Do You Remember” by Jay-Sean personifies my character of Cal in another really unplotted story. (Yes, I just made that word up. Unplotted)

Then I have music for characters in books I read, etc.

But I’ve found recently that people in my life have a song. For one, Boris gets the song “Stay With Me” by Sam Smith. Part of the reason is personal, and the other part, well I can’t really explain. For some reason this song fits him perfectly.

Another example is the song “Magdalenha” by Sergio Mendes. This song was used on Dancing With the Stars for a samba William Levy and Cheryl Burke danced to. The way William Levy shook his assets in this song, along with his gorgeous body remind me of one of my town’s local police officers. I refer to him as Officer Levy in my writings (to keep the anonymity) and sometimes in my head. And whenever I see Officer Levy, I start humming “Magdalenha”…..

We associate music with a lot of things, or a least I do, but I’m curious, what do you put music to? Do you have certain songs for certain people? My friend Mim has a song, but I can’t actually remember it, but she used it for her ring tone for quite a while and I came to associate her with this reference even if I can’t remember the song.

Yes, my brain is weird. And yes, this is not the best post in the world, but it has been on my mind for a while, and it’s late… Excuses excuses.

Signing off
Kate

Running Irony With A Bass

Ah, irony. It doesn’t happen much, or I just don’t know irony when I see it, but sometimes it slaps you in the face.

So there I was running the other night. I went and ran two miles, which is huge for me. I’m trying to lose a bit of weight, not much, and tone a bit more. My choice of song?

Meghan Trainor’s “All About That Bass”. Pure irony.

I love this song, and so does Mrs. Day. Apparently it’s catchier than I thought because I’ve been humming and singing it all weekend into this morning.  It is permanently stuck there I think. But it’s such a great song! Now, I’m fairly thin in the scope of things, but I’m far from a size two (thank goodness) and it’s fun to shake it a bit. Plus, well I was blessed (cursed) with a largish posterior. Go figure. So, well, I shake a bit.:)

So, there’s your Monday thAng. (that word comes courtesy of Boris who said something was a Cali thAng, the other day and it’s stuck in my head. Boris is a southern boy btw)

I owe an acceptance post to Amy over at Inkcouragement, and I have several things I want to write about, but just haven’t taken the time because it’s been so busy. For those interested, being a farm girl, there is not a lot of free time. Bleh.

So…

Signing off

Kate