After
the show, I began showing some of the t-shirts from the Phoenix Fan Fusion.
Above is one for this week.
Art. In grade school we’re always drawing. It’s expected. As we get older, if we’re not “good” at it, we stop, not wanting to be embarrassed or criticized. That’s unfortunate, as drawing is relaxing and enjoyable no matter what your level of expertise. A couple of writer friends of mine began June as Post Card Art month and I joined in. My art isn’t professional. The only art supplies in my house was a coffee mug of colored pencils and a package of postcards. But each day I take a few minutes to draw something. Anything. And no matter how strange they come out, I’ve been posting them on my Facebook page. You’re following that page, right? Anyway. Give it a try yourself. It’s ok if it’s just pencil on lined paper. Enjoy it if all you have are crayons and construction paper. Find the joy if it’s ballpoint pen on the back of your grocery receipts. It’s never too late to start having some fun with art.
Yukon Gold, Red, and Purple Potatoes
It is the season for gardening. I planted my potatoes about 3 months ago, March, I guess that was. Anyway, they were ready to harvest so on June 9th, I dug them all out. That’s the picture above. Not a huge harvest, it’s a small bed, but one that hubby and I will enjoy as long as they last. I cleaned up that bed and planted beets at one end and bush green beans at the other end. Some Swiss Chard may go into the middle. I also put in two more tomato plants, one yellow tomato and one Sungold cherry tomato. I also put in a zucchini as the chipmunks ate the last one. I’m hoping the chipmunks don’t eat the little beet sprouts.
Geraniums and the little pansy that escaped being eaten by javelina.
In the front yard I dug the daffodil bulbs out of the big flowerpot by the sidewalk and put 3 geraniums into the pot by the walk leading to the front door. That’s them, above, with my surviving pansy from the javelina attack. I’ll get three more geraniums for the other pot. I hope your gardening is able to begin and here’s to a bumper crop for you.
Giveaways:
I’m gearing up for the Summer giveaway. I see
other authors signing in and getting their prizes ready. I’ll let you know when
it goes live.
Where will I Be?:
The Payson Book Festival 2019. Mark your calendars for July 20th. Go to www.paysonbookfestival.org for all of the details! We have nearly 90 authors, lots of speakers in both the Fireside and Maple rooms, and again, the silent auction. Want to just make a donation? Go to our Paypal.me page, Payson Book Festival.
Newsletter Sign Up:
Click
here to sign up for my newsletter. I’ve put sign-up gifts on the regular and
the SciFi/Fantasy and the Cozy Mystery newsletter sign-ups. That’s right. If
you sign up for my newsletter you get a free story from me. Be prepared for fun
and contests! Click on the video link for a short video from me. Hear what I’m
working on. Join my “A” Team to be the first to read my books and hear what new
books are coming.
Don’t
forget to follow my blog, too. Different material goes in the blog as in the
newsletter. You can share both, so spread the word!
Newest Book Release:
Gold Dreams released May 13th, 2019. It is only up on Amazon, at the moment. I’ll let everyone know when the print version is up and is up on the other platforms. You can also see all my books on http://conniesrandomthoughts.com/my-books-and-other-published-work/. If you’ve read any of my books, please drop a short, honest, review on the site where you bought it or on Goodreads or BookBub. Your review is critical to help me promote the books to other readers. Thanks in advance.
Thank
you for reading my blog. Like all of the other work I do as an author, it takes
time and money. If you enjoy this Monday blog and the Friday free story and the
recipe I put up on the 25th of every month, consider donating to https://www.paypal.me/ConniesRandomThought. I appreciate any donation to help support
this blog.
Talk about your hive of scum and villainy. The quadrennial galactic convention was being held on Earth and I was one of the lucky lottery winners for a single, meter-long, third of a meter-wide table in Exhibitor Hall W.
I was staying in the oxy-breathers dorm, a two-meter
by three-meter space where I was also storing my stock. Books. I guess I’d
lucked out because most aliens found the idea of a book, novels specifically,
unusual and quirky. We were only a week and a half into the month-long event,
and I was already ordering more stock.
But back to the hive and scum. Nothing at the event
was illegal but child-abuse and sentient-selling. If a being was within its
species age of consent, it could indulge. In anything.
I’ll admit. There was a lot of cool stuff to buy, but I
was on-site to make money, not spend it. Just standing at my table was an
education. Several times a creature had sidled up to my table to offer to sell
me one drug or another. Jewels. Tech. Tiny animals, even. These roving entrepreneurs
were illegal, but they’d bought their entry tickets and smuggled in their
goods. Good luck to them.
I’d had several offers, too, by creatures looking for
a female human. Companion, they said. Right. I could just see myself locked in
some dingy, alien crib, my body being sold for profit while I was starved,
drugged, or worse, on some alien planet or spaceship. I declined. I shivered
when they each walked, lumbered, or slithered away. I remained vigilant when I
moved away from my table. Like on Earth,
I suspected that aliens were no less picky about snatching people if the
opportunity presented itself.
Still, I wouldn’t trade the experience for anything.
So many variations on sentient life. I’ll have story fodder for the rest of my
life. A news crew came by and interviewed me. My book sales skyrocketed. I was
pleased to see my bank account growing. Quite a change from its usual downward
plunge.
The problem came about three weeks in. I realized I
was being stalked. A creature, one, I realized, that had approached me the
first week, looking for human females, was loitering near my booth. I paid more
attention. He, or it, had a friend, loitering further away, but always within
view. They trailed me when I went to the bathroom, making me apprehensive.
Then, when I closed up shop for the night, back to my dorm. As far as I know,
they weren’t coming inside, but I was nervous. They followed me closer and
closer until the fourth day, when I reported them to security. I watched from
my table with more than a little relief when the two were hauled away. A day
later, security told me that they’d found a warehouse where several female
women, and a few female aliens, were being held prisoner. Apparently, they were
filling out their supply just before the show close.
I thanked them for telling me, but I became
hyper-vigilant after that. Any creature that looked at me for even a second
longer than I thought they should I took a picture of and reported to the cops.
They sent a team around my booth more often and reassured me that I was safe
but the last few days of the show I didn’t feel safe. I was glad when the show ended.
I packed up my remaining stock and left as fast as I could.
On my drive home I constantly checked the cars behind
and beside me. I made random turns when I thought a car was following me for
any length of time. By the time I got home, I was a wreck, and locked every
lock in the house, checking them all every hour. A glass of wine and a chat
with my best friend helped bring me down to a saner level. Still, before I went
to bed, I checked everything again.
I was at the grocery store, restocking my fridge,
taking my supplies to my car when they struck. I’d let my guard down just a
second as I moved bags from the cart to my car. They grabbed me from behind, a
hand clamped over my mouth as a very strong arm pulled me away from my car. I
don’t know which was uppermost, my fear or my rage. I kicked shins, grabbed the
door frame, pounded him with my free arm, anything, anything. A van screeched
up behind my car and my captor dragged me toward the van’s door which was
sliding open. So, three men, I thought. One driving, the guy holding me, and
one in the back, masked.
I tried to bite the hand over my mouth as I pulled my
feet up to brace against the van. The guy in the van wasn’t having it. He
grabbed my feet and began pulling. Then there was yelling from all around me.
Police in SWAT gear surrounded us and the guy holding me was pulled one way as
an officer pulled me another.
Away from the kidnappers, I vomited next to someone’s
car. EMT’s checked me out. I was offered a trip to the hospital which I
declined. I called my friend and she came over to stay with me. Turns out there
was a whole planetary kidnapping plot, which the cops had discovered when I
reported the first two. Hundreds of human women had been kidnapped and were
being sold to the aliens.
I testified two years later. The memories had me shaking on the stand as tears ran down my face. I try to live my life, but my trust is gone. Once I thought I’d like to take a trip out into space. No longer. I’m fine. Right where I am.
Last
week I began showing some of the t-shirts from the Phoenix Fan Fusion. Above is
one for this week.
My table at KJZZ
I attended the KJZZ Arizona Story Fest and Authors Showcase on June 1st.. It was held at the Mesa Convention Center – Building C, a place I’d never been. So I was a little nervous about driving down by myself and finding the place. I shouldn’t have been. It was very easy to find and the venue was just perfect for the event. Activities at the KJZZ Arizona Storyfest included: Storytellers Main Stage, Authors Showcase & Reading Stage, Children’s Storyteller Stage & Craft Area, Arizona Expo. I had a blast, talking to all of the attendees. There was also time to network with the authors, so that was fun, too.
I have an interview at 7am tomorrow morning with January Jones on her BlogTalkRadio.com show January Jones Sharing Success Stories. I know it’s early, but you should be able to find the recorded show at http://www.blogtalkradio.com/januaryjones. Come on over to hear what January and I have to talk about.
Giveaways:
I’m gearing up for the Summer giveaway. I see
other authors signing in and getting their prizes ready. I’ll let you know when
it goes live.
Where will I Be?:
The Payson Book Festival 2019. Mark your calendars for July 20th. Go to www.paysonbookfestival.org for all of the details! I just saw the book that we’ve been doing with the Payson Community Kids. What a darling project for our little authors and artists. We’re having the book printed and available for sale at the festival. The Payson Middle School, 6th graders made a microzines. We worked with Rosemary Dumbrowski of ASU and Sophia McGovern to make them and the kids were amazing. Many of those microzines will be on display at the festival. We have nearly 90 authors, lots of speakers in both the Fireside and Maple rooms, and again, the silent auction. Want to just make a donation? Go to our Paypal.me page, Payson Book Festival.
Newsletter Sign Up:
Click
here to sign up for my newsletter. I’ve put sign-up gifts on the regular and
the SciFi/Fantasy and the Cozy Mystery newsletter sign-ups. That’s right. If
you sign up for my newsletter you get a free story from me. Be prepared for fun
and contests! Click on the video link for a short video from me. Hear what I’m
working on. Join my “A” Team to be the first to read my books and hear what new
books are coming.
Don’t
forget to follow my blog, too. Different material goes in the blog as in the
newsletter. You can share both, so spread the word!
Newest Book Release:
Gold Dreams released May 13th, 2019. It is only up on Amazon, at the moment. I’ll let everyone know when the print version is up and is up on the other platforms. You can also see all my books on http://conniesrandomthoughts.com/my-books-and-other-published-work/. If you’ve read any of my books, please drop a short, honest, review on the site where you bought it or on Goodreads or BookBub. It’s critical to help me promote the books to other readers. Thanks in advance.
Thank
you for reading my blog. Like all of the other work I do as an author, it takes
time and money. If you enjoy this Monday blog and the Friday free story and the
recipe I put up on the 25th of every month, consider donating to https://www.paypal.me/ConniesRandomThought. I appreciate any donation to help support
this blog.
It’s become a thing. Really. It never used to happen my mom said. Never. It was the mid-west, she told me. Kansas, Oklahoma, those kinds of places. Not Arizona. Not Nevada or Utah. But now—now we all have storm shelters.
It’s bad right now. Spring. Right. The worst. The
sirens go off nearly daily. We grab our stuff, head down into the shelter. Last
month we were down here for three days. One tornado after the other. I don’t
complain. I live, well, lived, in a trailer park. There were dugout shelters
but not as good as the one here at school. There’s water in this one. And vid.
The teachers want to hear the news, but we get to watch the latest stuff too. It’s
not so bad.
I haven’t told them mom was lost in the one last
month. She was high and didn’t hear the sirens I guess. The whole trailer park was
wiped out. I told admin she was in California. They’re lettin’ me stay here.
For now. No matter. Graduation is in a month and a half. I’ll be able to do my
own thing after that. Momma called me Heidi Bateson. After my dad’s mom, I
guess. She never said.
Global warming they called it. I don’t care. That was
twenty years ago. What’s that to me now? The planet, they say on the vid, is in
a major drought. All of the weather patterns have gone haywire. What’s that to
me? I’m a poor kid from a poor area. No one gives a crap about the likes of us.
I just need to be smart. Stay in the groove that will keep me in food and
shelter. The geeks have it easy. They’re always talking about gettin’ on with
the big gloms. I guess. There has to be somethin’ else valuable.
Space is an option. I’m healthy. They need miners. I
see the ads all the time. Then there’s the planetary ships. I’m not a geek, but
they need healthy women, right? Go somewhere, like they say, the old Earth.
Like it used to be.
Acting. I’m acting all the damn time. I could do that.
Get rich. They couldn’t do anything to me then. I’d have all the best. A gold-plated
shelter. Plenty of food and water. Any vid channel I want.
The teachers all drone on and on about what has to be
done next. Like it makes a difference. Like anyone cares. It’s always gonna be
like this, right? Desert forever. I’m a red-head, I use my sunblock just like
they say. No sunburn for me. Not many red-heads now, I hear. All the better to
be an actress, right?
My friend, Bectie, is one of the geeks. Don’t know why
she likes to hang with me but she’s cool. She says I should stay away from the
boys. There’ll be a big market for a girl like me. Genetics, she called it. I
guess cause there’s not a lot of red-heads. Maybe that’ll be a card for the
planetary ships. Stay cool, she told me. I believe her. She’s ultra-smart. Her
parents work for the gloms. One of the biggest. All into the planetary ships
and the food tanks. She’ll have a spot, she says. She’ll take me with her. I
play hard to get but she’s right. And she’s cute. I can dig that.
I do have to try and get one thing. My mom had a gold
chain. A locket, she called it. Kept it in a secret place in the trailer. I’d
like to get that. Gold is valuable. Not much left to be found. So I need that.
Had a picture of my granma and granpa. I never met ‘em. Died before I was born.
Ma said they died of heart break. I don’t know what that means. She said their
ranch died. Not sure what that means either. But no matter. If I get that
chain, I’ll have gold. Maybe enough to be an actress.
As soon as the storm ends, I’m headed to the trailer.
Some of it must be left, am I right? Some of it?
###
Announcement over the school loudspeakers:
That’s it for todays activities. Now, a roll call of yesterday’s
student losses.
It’s
Memorial Day. It’s a cold, overcast, blowy day here, and if it’s going to rain,
I wish it would just get on with it. A quiet day for me as I came home from the
Phoenix Fan Fusion adventure last night. I’m still tired today and with the
weather, decided to just stay home. A nap may be in my future.
Phoenix Fan Fusion was an adventure, no doubt. Since last Thursday I’ve been at the gigantic Phoenix Fan Fusion. As with other years, it was a wild collection of costumes plain and simple, and costumes complex to the nth degree. I was in my booth watching the parade go by for the entire weekend and it was something to see. So. Many. People! So many costumes. But not everyone was in a costume. Many people just had SciFi or Fantasy or just plain funny t-shirts on. By Saturday, I’d decided to get some pictures of those t-shirts. It was hard to do. There were so many people, many were out of range before I noticed their shirt, or they were way over on the other side of the aisle. Whatever. I did get some and I’ll present them one at a time for the next few weeks. Just because they’re fun. Above is one for today. And many thanks to all of the people who agreed to have their picture taken. I appreciate it.
Brown Rain series cover updates. The Brown Rain covers and interiors finally cleared and I received copies just in time for Fan Fusion. The Gold Dreams cover and interior finally cleared also. Those I was not able to get in time, but I will have them for the KJZZ event.
Mesa Convention Center – Building C
June 1, 2019
10:00 a.m. – 4:00 p.m.
Activities at the KJZZ
Arizona Storyfest include: Storytellers Main Stage, Authors Showcase &
Reading Stage, Children’s Storyteller Stage & Craft Area, Arizona Expo.
Fun for everyone.
Giveaways:
No giveaways right now.
Where will I Be?:
KJZZ event I just mentioned.
The Payson Book Festival 2019. Mark your calendars for July 20th. Be in Payson for the book festival. Go to www.paysonbookfestival.org for all of the details! I just saw the book that we’ve been doing with the Payson Community Kids. What a darling project for our little authors and artists. We’re having the book printed and available for sale at the festival. Also, I participated in another workshop with the Payson Middle School, 6th graders to make a microzine. We worked with Rosemary Dumbrowski of ASU and Sophia McGovern to make them and the kids were amazing. Many of those microzines will be on display at the festival.
Newsletter Sign Up:
Click
here to sign up for my newsletter. I’ve put sign-up gifts on the regular and
the SciFi/Fantasy and the Cozy Mystery newsletter sign-ups. That’s right. If
you sign up for my newsletter you get a free story from me. Be prepared for fun
and contests! Click on the video link for a short video from me. Hear what I’m
working on. Join my “A” Team to be the first to read my books and hear what new
books are coming.
Don’t
forget to follow my blog, too. Different material goes in the blog as in the
newsletter. You can share both, so spread the word!
Newest Book Release:
Gold Dreams released May 13th, 2019. It is only up on Amazon, at the moment. I’ll let everyone know when the print version is up and is up on the other platforms. You can also see all my books on http://conniesrandomthoughts.com/my-books-and-other-published-work/. If you’ve read any of my books, please drop a short, honest, review on the site where you bought it or on Goodreads or BookBub. It’s critical to help me promote the books to other readers. Thanks in advance.
Thank
you for reading my blog. Like all of the other work I do as an author, it takes
time and money. If you enjoy this Monday blog and the Friday free story and the
recipe I put up on the 25th of every month, consider donating to https://www.paypal.me/ConniesRandomThought. I appreciate any donation to help support
this blog.
It’s Friday. The monsoons don’t start for another month and a half and my eyes and nose are so dry it feels like I’m going to have a bloody nose any minute. Staring at this computer screen isn’t helping any either. Eyes feel like they’re rolling in a sandbox.
My boss, Cassandra, sticks her head around the door. “My
office. Now.”
Oh joy. I glance at the clock. Really, two thirty on a
Friday afternoon? “Sure.” I sigh. If I was in trouble about something, she
would have let me have it right there. No, I think as I push away from my desk.
It’s something else. Some news she can’t wait to ruin my weekend with. I grab
my notebook and wander down the hall.
As I get there, I see the other four department
managers arriving. I nod to my friend, Callie, head of database design. Her
eyebrow goes up a fraction of an inch. We both grin. It’s definitely going to
be a weekend ruiner.
We huddle in her office around a small conference
table. I open my spiral notebook to a clean page, noting date, time, and people
in the room. These little notes have saved my bacon in the past. Cassandra
starts.
“I was glad to see everyone still here. This is news
that can’t wait.” She looks at each of us, then nods. “Management has decided
that there will be no pay raises this year.”
That wakes up Seth. He’s always bragging about how he
gets the biggest raise every year. That’s despite the rule about not talking
about salary. I think he’s lying. I’ve been doing half of his work for the last
three years. And, the company only gives pay raises to a small percentage. I
expect Callie is the one getting the money. I know I get some. What Ellie and
Bob get is a mystery.
Cassandra let the murmuring subside. “Budgets have
been cut. People are going to be laid off. Least productive departments first.
Some of you will be affected. Some of your department’s work will be handled by
other parts of the company, either here in the U.S. or overseas. Some work the
company is just dropping. They’re not going to brand on that any longer. The
uproar in the room grew louder as she walked around her desk and sat in her chair.
I had all I could do not to yawn. I could see this was
coming. I’d told Callie so a year ago. Anyone who could read the business journals
and had an eye on the company’s investments and closings would have known. I’d
already begun sending out resumes and refining my own branding. I did feel bad
for Callie, though. She worked hard and had two kids in high school. She’d been
hoping to hold on until they were out of college.
Cassandra rapped on her desk. “Let’s keep calm,
people.” She turned a sheet of paper over, typed side up. “This is the initial
break out.”
She read down the list. I had to cover my grin with my
hand as she announced Seth’s department’s work was going to be picked up by the
Minneapolis office. “What am I supposed to do,” as an afterthought, “and my
team?”
“Offers will be made to allow you to move,” the boss
said.
I knew that wasn’t going to happen with Seth. He had a
big family here. His wife was executive VP across town at the biggest bank in
the area.
Then both Ellie and Bob were told their department’s
work was going overseas. Ellie began to cry. Bob went pale.
Cassandra turned to me. The announcements were getting
worse and worse. I braced to hear that the company was dropping the work my
department did altogether.
“Your department,” I could hear everyone stop
breathing, “is going to be expanded. Project management is the coming thing and
the company is jumping on that bandwagon.”
The others stared. Cassandra carried on. “You’re being
promoted to Division Manager and you’ll be organizing the growth and hiring of
additional staff. Congratulations.”
I have to admit, it took me a second to wrap my head
around that. Everyone else was essentially getting the axe and I was getting a
promotion. Wow! “Um, Thank you, Cassandra. I’m so sorry, everyone else. So
sorry.”
“We’ll be making announcements over the intercom at
three-thirty. Please keep this news to yourselves until then.” Cassandra turned
that paper over again and turned to her computer. A sign we were done. Everyone
stood. In the hall I gave Callie a hug. “Your department wasn’t touched.”
She shrugged. “Not yet anyway. I should have believed
you last year.”
“Well, you’re good for now. It’s not too late.”
She nodded and wandered away. Cassandra called to me
from inside her office.
“Yes, Cassandra.”
“I’ve been told we’re going to build up a real
presence here in Phoenix. Lots of big companies moving into the state. The
whole southwest, really. You up to the task?”
“Absolutely.” I grinned. “I assume my department doesn’t
do the sales. Just the project management work?”
She nodded. “I take over the Sales. VP.” She looked
smug. I’d heard that she and the operations manager were close. Maybe that paid
off. I don’t know. “Congratulations. We’ll still be working together.” With
that she made a quick, little face that let me know she hadn’t thought about
that, but she pulled it together quickly. “Yes. Of course.” She turned back to
her computer. “The president will see you at 10 on Monday. He wants to talk
plans with you.”
“I’ll make a note.” I left the office and went back to
my desk. In half an hour, my team was going to be hitting my office door. I
poured more chocolates into the bowl on my conference table and got on my
computer. Time to pull up notes on how to run a bigger department.
Security concept. Laptop with exclamation mark on the display
Em dragged herself out of bed, croaking, “I’m up,” at the ever-present home assistant. “Assistant my ass,” she said to herself as she hit the shower. “Arial, extra-hard on the shower, hundred and seventeen.”
“That’s not your usual setting, Em.” The oh so soft
and pleasant voice made Em want to scream.
“Well, it’s what I want today.”
“That temperature is not recommended for optimum skin
care.”
Em clenched her teeth. “I don’t care. Just turn on the
damn shower.”
“Profanity is a sign of maladjustment and social
break-down, Em. Should I call your doctor?”
Em bit back a snarky comment. The damn assistant would
report her to the local authorities. She didn’t need that sort of hassle. “No.
I’m fine.” She stood outside the shower waiting for it to turn on. “I’m ready,
Arial.”
The shower turned on. “Thank you. Please start the
coffee.”
“Yes, Em.”
Em let the water beat on her back. She shouldn’t have drunk
so much last night. The stress was getting to her. Without a job, she had been
assigned three extra hours of social media. If she wanted her sub, she had to
do it. Wallowing through the kitten pictures and the whining of people she didn’t
even know had made her eyes bleed. She needed those drinks. Whose bright idea
was it to link subsistence payments with social media? She hoped they choked on
it.
Done, she toweled off and dressed. The coffee was
ready when she got to the kitchen. “Do I have credits for breakfast, Arial?” Her
stomach could use some toast, at least.
“Subsistance allowance provides three hundred calories
of food block.”
Em’s stomach rolled. The stuff tasted like paste. “Sure.
Food block.” The delivery door opened, and an unappetizing gray block of yeast
food awaited her hand. “Yum.” She grabbed it and the cup of coffee and headed
to the computer. Might as well start socializing.
With diligence, she stayed at the console all morning,
five of her eight hours done. Some of it standing and marching in place, just
so she could keep her blood flowing and eyes open. “What’s for lunch, Arial?”
“Spaghetti and meatball yeast bars.”
Em rolled her eyes. “I don’t have any credit left from
my last job?”
“It’s slated for your rent payment, Emily. Should I
redesignate that credit?”
“No.” She rolled her eyes again. What she did not want
to happen was to have to move into subsistence housing. They were eight by ten-meter
plas-crete cells. Might as well live in a dog-crate. “Fix the yeast bar.”
“Yes, Em.”
Emily took the bar down to the street. She had to get
out into the sunshine and away from the console before her brain fried. “Hey,
Lucy.”
“Hey, Em. Looking for a job?”
Em hated the way news got around. Came from everyone
having to be on social media all the time. “Yeah. You hear about something?”
Lucy shook her head. “Nah. You’re an architect, right?”
“Yeah. Hook me up, when you hear something.”
“Will do.” Lucy gave her a thumbs up and went back
inside.
The more money you made above subsistence, the less
time you had to spend on social. She was going nuts. She had to get back to
work. She tapped the comms contact in her temple. “Jason Bear,” she said.
The call went through. “Hey, Em. What’s up?”
“Jase, I need a job, man. You know I’m good. I won
that award last year for best design in Chicago.” She walked along the
sidewalk, nodding to people on their stoops or lounging against the building’s
walls.
“What happened?”
“Company went bust. The partners overextended their loans
and the government picked them up for fraud. The rest of us were escorted out
of the building and told to find new work.”
“Bummer. I’ll check around.”
“Thanks, Jase, You’re the best.” She hung up. No sense
annoying him by hanging on too long. With luck, he’d find something in his
company. He did antique designs from the 1960s. Rectangular glass boxes were not
her favorite but anything to get off of subsistence. She made several more
calls then went back to her apartment. She needed three more hours of social to
earn today’s meals.
Months went by. She called everyone she knew. All of
her saved credits were just about gone on the rent. The miserable diet had
caused her to loose thirty pounds. Twelve hundred calories a day didn’t go far.
She’d cut everything else. No need for the gym, that was for sure. Though there
had been times she’d changed into workout clothes and hung around the door
leading into the gym to button-hole people she knew coming out. She kept it
light, but she was desperately looking for work. Any work at this point.
“Jase,” she said when she called him. “You hear about
anything?”
“No. Not really. How you doin’?”
“It’s getting down to the wire, Jason. Your company
have anything at all. Anything?” She heard him draw a deep breath.”
“Well. The job board has second assistant admin position.”
“I’ll take. Just send me the application.”
“It doesn’t pay much.”
“It pays something, though. Right. Then I can work my
way back up to architect. Come on, Jase. I’ll owe you a big one.”
“Fine. Fine. I’m sending now.”
“Thanks, Jase. I’ll have this back ASAP.” She clicked
off and pulled up the application on her console. The listed pay made her heart
sink. Just barely what her rent was. “Fine,” she said to herself. She filled it
out and hit send.
It took three days. Half a day before her last rent
payment was due.
“We have received your application,” the communique
said. “Welcome to the Payvil Company. You’ve been accepted to the second
assistant admin position. Your files have been updated to reflect this
employment. You start tomorrow.”
Em wept as relief flowed through her. She’d be the
best second assistant admin they’d ever seen. Anything to get off social media.
A
reminder. I’m going to be taking over the Facebook Fantasy and SciFi Reader’s Lounge
on Thursday, May 16th at 5pm Eastern. That’s just 4 days away, and I
just want you to know about it and mark your calendars. See details in the
Where Will I Be section below.
Also, if you’d like to take a look, check out the pages at https://owscycon.ourwriteside.com/about-ows-cycon/ I have what is being called our book store open. I’m at the Fantasy, Mystery/Thriller, and SciFi tabs. Not all of my books are listed, but there is a link back to my website where everything I have is posted with buy links. Enjoy!
#OWSCyCon2019
In
other OWSCyCon news, the wonderful Timothy Bateson, an administrator of the
OWSCyCon and a SciFi/Fantasy author in his own right, has been doing what he’s
calling Story Times. He took a section of my newest book, Slave Elf, and did a YouTube and a YourListen audio recording of it. I’m so stoked. It’s kind of weird
hearing someone else read it aloud. As the author, I had my own version of it
playing in my head, but Timothy has done a great job. This Story Time is a new
offering for OWSCyCon and I have to tell you, I’m loving it. So, go on over to
either site and have a listen. It’s about seven minutes long. Note, if you use
YourListen, a popup ad appears. Just go to the little X in the upper right-hand
corner, click on it to make it disappear. The audio page is right underneath
it. #OWSCyCon2019
Brown Rain series cover updates. So far I’m having trouble getting the First Encounter books out. Some sort of ISBN issue that’s making me crazy. However, The Downtrodden is out. Also, I’ve done my edits on both Kindred Spirits and Tested, so they’re ready to go into Vellum, then onto KDP. Cross your fingers for me.
Oh, yes. I’ll be at the KJZZ Arizona Story Fest and Authors Showcase on June 1st, which is absolutely free to attend! I know, May and June 1st is a busy time for me but if you love stories, you’ll want to be at this event.
Mesa Convention Center – Building C
June 1, 2019
10:00 a.m. – 4:00 p.m.
Activities at the KJZZ
Arizona Storyfest include: Storytellers Main Stage, Authors Showcase & Reading
Stage, Children’s Storyteller Stage & Craft Area, Arizona Expo.
Fun for everyone.
Giveaways:
If you’ve looked at my “Where Am I” page on my website, you’ll have noticed that I’m going to be at the Phoenix Fan Fusion over Memorial Day weekend. (May 23rd – 26th) I had a contest up, a giveaway actually of a free exhibitor pass for one of those days. No one entered. So, sorry, no one wins the pass.
Where will I Be?:
If you are a fan of most any genre, I’m
participating in an on-line cyber conference here: http://owscycon.ourwriteside.com/about-ows-cycon/. The event is May
17th through May 19th. But there’s more! We’re starting the
festivities early. I’ll be doing a blog hop takeover, May 16th at 5pm Eastern time of the Fantasy and SciFi
Readers Lounge.
#OWSCyCon2019 #SciFi #StoryTime
Phoenix Fan Fusion! If you haven’t ever been to this
event you need to check it out. The catalog of things to do is humongous! I’ll
be down in Artists Alley, Four Carat Press, booths AA930 and AA932. Come check
it out. If you’ve never been, it will blow your minds. It’s May 23 – 26th.
Come see me!
The Payson Book Festival this year is going to be more exciting than last year. Mark your calendars for July 20th. Be in Payson for the book festival. Go to www.paysonbookfestival.org for all of the details!
Newsletter Sign Up:
Click
here to sign up for my newsletter. I’ve put sign-up gifts on the regular and
the SciFi/Fantasy and the Cozy Mystery newsletter sign-ups. That’s right. If
you sign up for my newsletter you get a free story from me. Be prepared for fun
and contests! Click on the video link for a short video from me. Hear what I’m
working on. Join my “A” Team to be the first to read my books and hear what new
books are coming.
Don’t
forget to follow my blog, too. Different material goes in the blog as in the
newsletter. You can share both, so spread the word!
Thank
you for reading my blog. Like all of the other work I do as an author, it takes
time and money. If you enjoy this Monday blog and the Friday free story and the
recipe I put up on the 25th of every month, consider donating to https://www.paypal.me/ConniesRandomThought. I appreciate any donation to help support
this blog.
In honor of Mother’s Day, I’m not cutting this into 1000 word or less parts. You have the entire story, right here. All 1754 words of it. Enjoy, and Happy Mother’s Day this weekend.
Ruby Ray tapped the button again and adjusted herself in the chair. The electronic spinning wasn’t nearly as satisfying as the old-fashioned slots but what could she do? The spinning stopped as she tapped the button again. Win! She smiled in satisfaction. Not a big win, but substantial.
She tapped again to start the spin and returned to her
previous thoughts. Maybe less chance of the casino cheating? But, then again,
they could get the tech to set the computer payouts as tight or as loose as
they wanted. She shrugged. If they were going to rip off the customers, they
were going to do it, Gambling Commission or not.
The spin stopped. A win, but not much. She sighed and
bet again. A look around showed the usual regulars with a scattering of
occasional people she’d seen before. Plus, there was a bus in today. She shook
her head. She didn’t like the bus visitors. They clogged everything up and
screed up the machine’s patterns. Ruby shifted again. She’d been in the chair
for three hours. The spin was a bust.
“Dang it,” she muttered under her breath. She hit the
call button and the little light on top of her machine blinked red. A last
swallow of her now warm iced tea and the woman cruising the aisles stopped by.
“Hey, Ruby.”
“Hey, Gina.” Ruby and Gina knew each other’s names.
Ruby was here every day, so she knew all of the attendant’s names. “I need a
bathroom break. Can you hold my machine for me?”
“Sure, Ruby. Shall I lock it?”
Ruby knew they could do that. “No. I’m just going to
the bathroom. A sign should do it till I get back. I just don’t want the bus
people to take my machine.”
Gina nodded. “Okay. I’ll just hang around here till
you get back.”
“Appreciate that.” Ruby slid out of the chair, waiting
a moment while her legs adjusted to actually doing their job. It was getting
harder and harder, she thought, over the last few months. She waddled off as
her legs protested. Getting’ old ain’t for sissies.
In the stall, she checked her cash. She didn’t like
flashing her money on the casino floor. Her kids, knowing she liked to casino,
has sent her money for Mother’s Day. All told, six hundred dollars. There was
four hundred left. She tucked it back into her wallet and left to wash her
hands.
The walk back to the machine was better than the walk
away. The blood was flowing and the muscles had loosened up.
Gina saw her and just as Ruby reached the slot machine,
took the “Reserved” sign down. “Here ya go, hon.”
“Thanks, Gina.”
“Good luck.” Gina continued her rounds as Ruby settled
back in.
She checked the totals on the screen. Good. Just as
she’d left it. She hit the Bet button. The spin began. A big win. She grinned.
Her months-long research into the best paying machines was paying off. Ruby
upped the bet to maximum and spun again. Again, it payed off. She was up to six
hundred and fifty dollars from her starting two hundred-dollar start. Not a bad
haul but she figured that this machine was due to pay big. She was staying here,
hell or high water, till it did.
The afternoon wore on. The cocktail waitress brought
her a burger and fries. Ruby was still doing well so she gave her a fiver as a
tip. She tipped Gina as well, when she took another trip to the bathroom. Her
legs didn’t really recover on that trip, but Ruby just cursed her old age,
eighty-one this year, and climbed back into her chair.
Later, Gina stopped by to tell Ruby she was going off
shift. “Andy will be around to help if you need it.”
Ruby nodded. “Have a good night.”
Her mind wasn’t really on the good-bye, though. Half an
hour ago she’d started losing. Half of the money she’d gained was gone. She
changed the patter she’d been using to stop the spin. It didn’t help. Ruby put
another two hundred dollars into the machine. “You’re supposed to pay off
today.”
The machine responded by ending on a combo that didn’t
pay off at all.
Ruby ordered a glass of beer. Relax, she told herself.
It will come around again.
Fifteen minutes later, she dropped two hundred and
fifty into the machine. The last of her Mother’s Day money and fifty of her
own. She spun but it only paid the bare minimum. Come on, sucker, she thought
as she punched that Bet button again. The pictures rotated, around and around.
Ruby hit the stop. Nothing.
She clenched her jaws together, her false teeth
grinding. Ruby rubbed her left arm. Thank God they got rid of the old pull handles.
The buttons are so much easier. She spun and spun. The payouts crept up a
little, then down to nothing. She put her grocery money into the machine. Well,
she thought, the pint total for today is looking good. She spun. It went
poorly. Ruby called Andy over.
“I’m on a roll, Andy. Can I get a little loan here?”
Andy looked around. “It’s your money, Ruby, but why
don’t you just head home? You’ve been here nine hours.”
Ruby gave it a quick thought. One more night in that
tiny, cold, room at the retirement center was going to make her scream. She
shook her head. Despite the pain in her leg, she was staying. The jackpot on
this machine was going to pay. She just knew it. “No. Ask, please.”
She gambled as she waited. She was down to her last
fifty dollars when the manager came over. “Hi, Mrs. Ray. I’m John Sweetwater. I
hear you’re interested in a loan.”
“Yes. I’ve been a good customer. I’d like to keep
playing.”
He stroked his face, his long braid swinging along his
back as he thought it over.
Ruby could see that he was reluctant. “I’m sure you’ve
seen my file. I’m good for it. I’m in here all the time.”
“Of course. We just…” he paused. “Well, you are a
good customer. We just hate to put people in this position.”
“I’m good for it. Really.”
Other patrons were now turning to stare.
“You’re right. You are. So.” He stared at the
non-descript drop ceiling for a moment. “Are you sure I can’t talk you out of
this? We can give you a ride home in our courtesy car.”
Ruby wondered what kind of casino this was that they
didn’t want to keep a gamble in her seat. “I’m sure.” She knew. She KNEW! This
machine was going to pay off tonight.
The manager sighed. “All right.” He waved Andy over. “Reserve
Mrs. Ray’s machine.” He turned to her. “I’ll need you to come to the office to
sign some paperwork.”
Relief flooded through her. “Of course.” She slid from
the chair. Again, her legs protested. “You don’t mind if I stop at the ladies?”
“Of course not. Con on back to the office when you’re
ready.” He signaled another floor attendant. “Bring her when she’s ready. The
young woman nodded, and he left.
“Come on, Ruby. We’ll take care of everything.”
“You’re so sweet, Ann.” Ruby threaded her thin arm through
Ann’s. “How’s that chubby little cherub of yours?”
In the office, Ann led Ruby to the chair in front of
John’s desk. “Good luck, Ruby.”
“Night, Ann.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” John studied her
with concern on his face.
“Yes!” She was so sure of it. It had to be tonight.
He put a paper in front of her. “The contract.”
Ruby scanned it as she absently rubbed her arm. She
was disappointed to see it was just five hundred dollars. She sighed. “This
looks fine.” Ruby picked up the pen john had slid over with the contract. She
signed and pushed it back. “Is that it?”
He examined the contract. “That’s it.” John handed her
five hundred in hundred-dollar bills.
Ruby fanned them out. It wasn’t often she got such a
windfall. “Thank you.”
“Good luck.”
Her lower back hurt on the walk back but she was so
happy about the loan, she didn’t care.
Andy removed the sign for her. “Good luck, Ruby.”
“Thank you, Andy.” She sat down, made herself comfortable
and hit the Bet button. It was a little disappointing to see the spin come up
empty. No worries, she told herself. It will come.
After fifteen minutes, she added the five hundred
dollars she’d received from the manager. Her stomach was upset. It was going to
take a lot of time to repay the money, but she didn’t care. This machine was
going to pay off.
Around and around. Ruby stopped the spin in every
combo she could. The total kept dropping. What is wrong with this? she thought.
It should pay! She stabbed the buttons, frustration and annoyance making her
angry. The dollar total kept dropping as spin after spin at maximum bet kept
dragging it down. It was hard to breathe, but she stabbed the button again. The
last time, her hand on her bosum.
The pretty pictures spun and Ruby let them spin without
interference. Her head hurt. Her legs hurt. Her chest hurt. “Com on,” she
whispered.
The spinning drew to a stop. Nothing.
Ruby leaned back in the chair. It felt as though all of
the air in the room was gone. It seemed like the light had dimmed. It was all
gone. She looked around. The night people were there, staring at their
machines. Intense. Not like the day gamblers at all, she thought.
Her arms dropped to her sides. The cheery sounds of
the different machines sounded far away. The flashing of lights softened. It
felt kind of nice. Here with her friends. A few minutes later she began to
lean, more, then more to her left until she tumbled from the chair to the
floor.
The staff moved quickly. The ambulance was called and
she was picked up. Her now still face covered with a sheet.
“That’s a shame,” Andy told another attendant after
they watched the ambulance crew take her out. “So much time on that single
machine.”
“Yeah,” the other guy said. “It had just paid off last
night. Some old guy. He’d been nursing that machine for days.”
“Is that so?” Andy shook his head. “What a shame.”
Hey
you all. I’ve been mentioning the OWSCyCon below, for over a month now. Well.
Things are heating up. I’m going to be taking over the Facebook Fantasy and
SciFi Reader’s Lounge on May 16th at 5pm Eastern. I know it’s still
8 days away, but I just want you to know about it and mark your calendars. See
details in the Where Will I Be section below. #OWSCyCon2019
In
other OWSCyCon news, the wonderful Timothy Bateson, an administrator of the
OWSCyCon and a SciFi/Fantasy author in his own right, has been doing what he’s
calling Story Times. He took a section of my newest book, Slave Elf, and did a YouTube and a YourListen
audio recording of it. I’m so stoked. It’s kind of weird hearing someone else
read it aloud. As the author, I had my own version of it playing in my head,
but Timothy has done a great job. This Story Time is a new offering for OWSCyCon
and I have to tell you, I’m loving it. So, go on over to either site and have a
listen. It’s about seven minutes long. Note, if you use YourListen, a popup ad
appears. Just go to the little X in the upper right-hand corner, click on it to
make it disappear. The audio page is right underneath it. #OWSCyCon2019
Brown Rain series cover updates. I’ve been plugging along all last week and even with the Vellum, it takes me a lot of time to update the interior of each book. Part of the issue is learning Vellum. Another part is learning to use this Apple laptop. Third, is getting everything updated correctly on KDP publishing. At any rate, you’ll start seeing the new covers and spiffy new interiors popping up in the Amazon store soon, if not already. I’m going to revise the interior of Tested, as well, just so it matches, exactly, the other three books. It’s been a struggle but it’s getting done.
Oh, yes. I’ll be at the KJZZ Arizona Story Fest and Authors Showcase on June 1st, which is absolutely free to attend! I know, May and June 1st is a busy time for me but if you love stories, you’ll want to be at this event.
Mesa Convention Center – Building C
June 1, 2019
10:00 a.m. – 4:00 p.m.
Activities at the KJZZ
Arizona Storyfest include: Storytellers Main Stage, Authors Showcase &
Reading Stage, Children’s Storyteller Stage & Craft Area, Arizona Expo.
Fun for everyone.
Giveaways:
Only 4 days left!!! If you’ve looked at my “Where Am I” page on my website, you’ll have noticed that I’m going to be at the Phoenix Fan Fusion over Memorial Day weekend. (May 23rd – 26th) I’ve decided that I should do a giveaway. A free exhibitor pass for one of those days. I know that not everyone can take off for Phoenix at the drop of the hat. But if you’re in the area, and you’d like to come see me at my booth and spend the day at the event, sign up by emailing me at connie.cockrell@conniesrandomthoughts.com. Post a picture of you with one of my books. Use the subject, PFF Ticket. I’ll draw a name on May 10th and contact the winner with directions for picking up the pass.
Where will I Be?:
If you are a fan of most any genre, I’m participating in an on-line cyber conference here: http://owscycon.ourwriteside.com/about-ows-cycon/. The event is May 17th through May 19th. But there’s more! We’re starting the festivities early. I’ll be doing a blog hop takeover, May 16th at 5pm Eastern time of the Fantasy and SciFi Readers Lounge. #OWSCyCon2019 #SciFi #StoryTime
Phoenix Fan Fusion! Oh My Gosh! If you haven’t ever
been to this event you need to check it out. The catalog of things to do is
humongous! I’ll be down in Artists Alley, Four Carat Press, booths AA930 and AA932.
Come check it out. If you’ve never been, it will blow your minds. It’s May 23 –
26th. Come see me!
The Payson Book Festival this year is going to be more exciting than last year. Mark your calendars for July 20th. Be in Payson for the book festival. Go to www.paysonbookfestival.org for all of the details!
Newsletter Sign Up:
Click
here to sign up for my newsletter. I’ve put sign-up gifts on the regular and
the SciFi/Fantasy and the Cozy Mystery newsletter sign-ups. That’s right. If
you sign up for my newsletter you get a free story from me. Be prepared for fun
and contests! Click on the video link for a short video from me. Hear what I’m
working on. Join my “A” Team to be the first to read my books and hear what new
books are coming.
Don’t
forget to follow my blog, too. Different material goes in the blog as in the
newsletter. You can share both, so spread the word!
Thank
you for reading my blog. Like all of the other work I do as an author, it takes
time and money. If you enjoy this Monday blog and the Friday free story and the
recipe I put up on the 25th of every month, consider donating to https://www.paypal.me/ConniesRandomThought. I appreciate any donation to help support
this blog.
