Poetry ~ Two Cinquains

My Love
Always at ease
He sits and waits for me
My reason for being here now
My friend

~*~

Raindrops
Refreshing, peaceful
Sprinkles, pours, spits
Never enough desert springtime
Showers

1/24/07

Whoa… Where did I go?

Yeah, yeah, yeah… okay, so I know.  I’ve neglected you.  I’m sorry.  You can hate me if you like, but well, that’s life. 

*snort*

But seriously, after trying to post things on Facebook and other places and no one ever seeing any of it, I’ve decided to go back to using my good ol’ faithful blog.  And here we are.  In an effort to start using this poor, neglected thing again, I’m working on creating and updating a master fic list, which you can find along the top of the blog, just below the blog title and just above the first post:

Just click on that link and it’ll take ya where you feel the need to go.  Currently, I only have the first Code Red story listed, but I’m working on it. 

Please come back to visit.. I have some new stories for you, to be announced soon!

~Mika

Musical Inspiration of the Day

So, I found a picture the other day of Chuck star Zachary Levi (you can find it here).  In it, he’s holding a cigarette to his mouth and looking down at the camera.  And while smokers completely turn me off, for some reason the combination of the cigarette, the smoke, and the look on his face totally inspired me in so many ways.  The colors, the textures, the subject. LOL  Oh, and the wonderful lighting helps.  A lot.

With that picture in mind, I began to write.  And it was going really well until, about 1000 words in, it took a really maudlin turn.  Now, while a bit of a sad tone to a story isn’t a bad thing, I had to stop and put it away for fear it would go way down into the darkness.  That happens more often than I’d like to admit and while I love a dark, emotionally wrenching story, the majority of the world out there doesn’t.  So, I stopped.  I needed to gather my thoughts, regroup, and formulate a new plan of attack.  Poor Jace. LOL

On my way into work this morning, however, my iPod gave me a bit of inspiration as well in the form of a song I haven’t heard in a long time.  It randomly spits out an older Tim McGraw song called “All We Ever Find” off his Tim McGraw & the Dancehall Doctors CD.  By the end of the first verse, I knew that this song fit the theme of the story I was writing perfectly.  It’s a love song full of hope and inspiration.  Passion, encouragement, contentment and unconditional love fill this song.  And it’s just what I needed to turn my story around.  Here are the lyrics for those of you who don’t know it.

All We Ever Find
Say exactly how you feel
Right now you're free to say it all
There is no one here to judge you
I only love you
You're free to close your eyes and fall
You can trust me, this is real
Say exactly how you feel

Tell me all your dreams
And what you think love means
We'll lock the world outside
Embrace the gift of time
Promising forever
Knowing that this moment
Might be all we ever find

Every breath of who you are
Tells a story that I love
I have finally found the truth
In what I see in you
And what I feel with every touch
The simple beauty of your heart
In every breath of who you are

Tell me all your dreams
And what you think love means
We'll lock the world outside
Embrace the gift of time
Promising forever
Knowing that this moment
Might be all we ever find

Tell me all your dreams
And what you think love means
We'll lock the world outside
Embrace the gift of time
Promising forever
Knowing that this moment
Might be all we ever find

Promising forever
Knowing that this moment
Might be all we ever find

It’s those little moments, the hug in the kitchen, the touching of hands as you pass on your way to the staircase, the accidental knock in the head in the car… wait, maybe not that last one… but the others, those are the moments that you remember forever.  It’s not the big, expensive presents, or the fancy dinners out, it’s those little moments that stick in your heart and make you know that the one you found is the one for you.  And that’s what this song made me realize.

And now, maybe it’ll be okay if Lessa spills her guts to Jace, telling her just why she’s so afraid to let him walk out that door.  After all, he is holding her securely in his lap and I highly doubt he’s going to let go until he gets the truth out of her.  But then, I could be wrong.  My characters have surprised me before.  *looks directly at Mr. Matson trying to hide in the corner*  And I have no doubt that they will continue to do so in the future. 

Now?  Now I need to go finish this project.  :)

~Mika

I Think I Got It!

I think I figured out what to do next.  Reordering some of my stories and changing them to fit.  Hope I don’t confuse myself more than I already am. LOL  Doesn’t help that so many of them were originally written out of order, does it?  And egads, I’ve been working on this for two years now…

Ummm… What Next?

LOL

When I wrote all this, I hadn’t ever thought of having to put it all together.  And now, I’m stuck.  Not sure what comes next, or what should.  Been trying to patch things together as I go and hopefully it’s been working.  ROFL.

Guess I’m going to have to go back and figure that one out, huh?  I know I’m going to have to do some repair work and make a connection between where I left off today and what will most likely come next.  SO, if you find something that doesn’t make sense, be sure to holler at me.  :)

Code Red 2: Life Sentence ~ Chapter 7

Mika’s Note: Can ya tell that Eric Chruch’s song had just come out? LOL

Two Pink Lines

“Oh… my… god…” Ali groaned, rolling over into the sunlight.

“Whatsa matter?” Blake mumbled sleepily.

“I think the phone’s ringing…”

“Ignore it, babe…” he murmured, attempting to pull her back into his arms.

“Can’t Cowboy.” She placed a light kiss on his cheek and sat up. “The friends I’ve got? If I don’t answer the phone, they come find me.” Stretching, she shrugged on Blake’s discarded flannel and barefooted it down the hall.

“This had better be worth dragging me out of my warm bed,” she announced.

“Don’t you mean ‘away from the warm body I was snuggling’?” Albert’s laughter filled her ears and she gave in and smiled.

“Yeah, somethin’ like that, I guess.”

“Glad to hear it. I was afraid he’d bail on you and then I’d have to kill him.” He paused, trying to phrase what he had to ask next. “So, what’s new?”

“Um, I’ve discovered that there is such a thing as ‘almost too much sex’.”

“Almost?”

“Yeah, because although I’m sure I’m getting there, I haven’t quite reached the ‘too much’ part yet.”

“Oh gods… and you wonder how you got into this situation.” He tried and failed to stifle his laughter. “Sooo… anything else I should know?”

“Subtle, Rogan. Very subtle. The rabbit didn’t die, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Albie breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s good news.” He paused. “Or is it?”

“I think so, although I got the distinct impression Blake was disappointed. I could’ve been misreading him but I dunno…”

“Well, I guess its better that he’s disappointed that you’re not than angry because you are.” He coughed out a short laugh. “Did that make sense?”

“Only coming from you it did.”

“Oh, shut up and go back to bed. Lemme know if you actually make it to that point of ‘too much’.”

“Not sure if I’ll make it, but I’m sure we’ll try our best. Bye-bye and thanks for checkin’ up on me, Pop.”

“No problem.”

Ali hung up the phone and laughed.

“Oh, this isn’t good.”

“Hey hot stuff! What are you doing out of bed?”

“Looking for you.”

“Oh well, here I am! Now, what isn’t good?”

“The fact that you were laughing when you saw me nekkid.”

“Ooooh… that!” She covered her mouth to catch an escaping chuckle. “I was actually laughing at Albie. He was calling to check in.”

“Check in? Is he looking to come home already?”

“Maybe, but he was more concerned with whether he was gonna have to shoot you or not.”

“Me? What have I done?”

“Nothing… yet. He was afraid you were going to freak out and bail on me, with last night’s issue.”

“Ahh,” he mumbled, lips against her neck. “Never in a million years.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist and smiled. “Glad to hear it. So, so glad.”

Code Red 2: Life Sentence ~ Interlude

Mika’s Note: Just when you thought the Interludes were a thing of the past… LOL

E-mail from Hell

From: crazyalirae

To: scarlettfire

Subject: Dodging Bullets

…and I’m not even on assignment. Imagine that. Not that *I* would ever get myself into any kind of trouble. Nope, not innocent, well-behaved lil’ ol’ me.

Yeah, right!

I can’t really go into details right now because if Blake catches me up again, I think he’s going to tie me to the bed… Hey, now there’s an idea…

Um, sorry? But seriously, I dodged a serious bullet this time. I need someone to smack me a time or two to get my head back on straight. I think it’s off its track again. *Sigh*

What are we gonna do with me?

Aw, crap… I think I hear footsteps.

BYE!

Ali