Lydia’s Revenge – The saga begins


This is the opening scene to the book. It is the story of a family in crisis, a family broken for 10 years due to divorce, and suddenly in danger of losing the patriarch through illness.


The terminal was crowded. Typical for a Monday morning. Business travelers mostly. Men wearing overcoats and carrying brief cases. Looking at the Arrivals electronic screen, Beryl noted Angela’s flight was five minutes late. Bummer. She didn’t like having to play chauffeur to Angela. Which is probably why Ellen bribed her into doing it.

“You want a new smart phone, then don’t balk at performing a chore you should volunteer for.”

“She’ll expect Teddy or Gray. Why not them?”

“Because I’m asking you to do it.”

So, here she was, two days later, waiting for Princess Angela as if she were Cinderella scrubbing the fireplace hearth for her stepsister. Why was Angela so special? Why did everybody cater to her as if she were handicapped or as if she were a Dresden doll to be handled with velvet gloves?

The baggage carousel began moving as arriving passengers rode the Down escalator to pick up  luggage. Angela appeared at the top all pink and ash blond wearing designer jeans, a hooded Marcella Ingram Boarding School sweat shirt and sporting a Louis Vuitton backpack. She looked beyond Beryl as if she were invisible. Twit.

Beryl steeled herself to ignore Angela’s aristocratic arrogance and waved vigorously to attract her attention. Their eyes met. Angela made her way toward Beryl shouldering through the crowd of passengers beginning to cluster around the noisy carousel, pulling large roller equipped bags over the side onto the shiny laminated floor. The din was a hard clatter mixed with human chatter. Too noisy to hear much talk.

“Hi” greeted Beryl, looking past Angela toward the carousel. “Do you have any more luggage?”

“No, only my backpack.” Angela’s eyes searched the area behind Beryl. “Is the car outside? Who is it? Gray or Teddy?”

“Neither. Just me and the VW bug.”

Angela seemed surprised. “Okay. Where we going?”

“The hospital. Your Dad wants to see you.”

The atmosphere on the ride to the hospital was strained. Angela stared out the passenger window as if it were a taxi. Beryl concentrated on driving, hand shifting gears at stop lights and around corners, occasionally sneaking a glance at her passenger. Traffic was moderate at midmorning, so Beryl decided to use the travel time to slake her curiosity about Angela’s aloofness. Was it real or feigned?

“Aren’t you interested in your Dad’s illness?”

“Should I be?” Angela turned and stared hard at Beryl, as if it were the first time she saw her as a living person.

Beryl blinked and swallowed hard. She could hardly believe her ears. She was mortified for the young woman. What was the source of Angela’s anger?

“Yes, I think you would be. That’s kind of normal under the circumstances, wouldn’t you say?”

“My relationship with my father is hardly normal, at any time. Why would this matter to you anyway? It’s really none of your business.” Her tone was like a slap in the face.

“Sorry. No offense intended.” This meeting was not going well. Time to cut and run ASAP.

Critique Questions:

1. Did you like the opening?

2. Is there enough conflict to keep your interest?

3. Do you want to read the rest of the story at this point?

Thank you for your feedback.



Temper Tantrums and Politics



It isn’t good manners to show one’s temper when it comes to politics, but sometimes being cool just isn’t when it’s a mom and a grand mom who freaks out at the “freaks out” politicians at the state capitol in Austin, TX. and in Washington D.C.. I have a right to lose my temper when the gun lobbyists and businesses and the neanderthals they represent have lost their freakin’ minds.

IOW, what is this political Shinola with politicians allowing kids to bring guns to school? And, not just guns, but combat assault weapons! Where do those who are elected to protect all of us draw the Constitutional line on those who deliberately set out to kill the rest of us? How many children, not to mention teachers, have to die to make the case that unfettered gun laws are insane?

There have been 74 shootings in schools across our nation in the last year! Where is the outrage from those who claim they are “pro life” and “anti-death penalty” who thumb their noses at the MORAL principle of LIFE, liberty and the PURSUIT of happiness?

Mothers (and like minded Dads) of America:  Lose your temper and take back your power to protect our children from those who prize their fancy guns over the lives of our babies. This September, UNITE AND VOTE THEM OUT!!!! Let God speak through our outrage.

Getting to Know You! Getting to Hope You Like Me



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Hi – I’m an Aspiring Novelist Writer and a good one, I’m told. But, writing for public consumption is pretty much like rocket science, Up-In-The-Air. And, for some, the ‘air’ is thin up there. I’m not one of those. I stay close to mother earth.

My personal interests are eclectic: From dog training to the String Theory. That means there’s a laundry list of stuff in between that meanders around and ranges about a country mile across the landscape via the clothes line penned with Stickies on my Mac.

What’s first on that interest list right now? Finishing my first fiction novel. Working title is Lydia’s Revenge (subject to change). I have the plot and the characters in rough outline and the first two chapters (subject to change called, in writer jargon,  ‘first draft’ which means I will likely be required to rewrite this novel 3 or 4 times before it’s ‘ready’ for publication. Writing is not a lazy bones’ occupation).

I’m going to submit bits and pieces of this heartbreaking work of staggering genius in this blog as I journey forward. If you like or dislike a character, tell me why. (Please, trolls are not comedians in makeup. They live in caves with bats in their belfry)

I’ll be back in about a week with the first excerpt from Lydia’s Revenge. Keep the faith.