• Imagined Snippets,  Random Ramblings,  Red

    It’s not like he was made to hug

    I updated the design of my non-blog website over the weekend. Responsive design makes images wonky to deal with and I’m still figuring out the best way to handle them, but I figured I can tweak them as I feel like it.

    Joshua runs at Dominic and hugs him as soon as Dominic walks into the bar.

    “Er…” Dominic flounders awkwardly, arms splayed. His hands spasm into fists before he forcefully relaxes them and pats Joshua on the back a couple of times.

    Joshua pulls away, rolling his eyes. “Fucking figures. Thousands of years pretending to be human and you don’t even know how to hug properly.”

    “How drunk are you?” Dominic demands, sidestepping that observation. It’s not like he was made to hug. The reek of alcohol covers the human.

    “Eh,” Joshua shrugs. “Lost track.”

    “‘Fucking figures,’” Dominic retorts icily. “Warlock assassins are on our asses and you get drunk.”

     “I thought you were dead,” Joshua states bluntly. “So, yeah, I’m drunk.”

  • Imagined Snippets

    Don’t look at me like that

    A continuation of yesterday:

    “But… But then, you would have been the only-”


    “I didn’t know a human could live off of just vampire blood.”

    “I wouldn’t call what I was doing ‘living.’ I survived. Oh, don’t look at me like that. I’m okay. It’s a real paradigm shift, makes you really appreciate having food to eat and water to drink.”

    “And the vampire blood?”

    “I’m tapering off.”

  • Imagined Snippets,  Random Ramblings

    How do you think we survived?

    The Good Omens mini series has made me so happy. Aziraphale and Crowley were my favorites in the book but they absolutely make the whole show for me.

    This is completely unrelated to the above:

    “I can’t believe you’re addicted to vampire blood.”

    “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

    “Oh, really? Your hands are shaking why then?”

    There was nothing on that planet! There were no animals, no people, no edible plants. No food of any kind. We were trapped there for almost six months. How do you think we survived?

  • First Sentences,  Random Ramblings,  Story Excerpts


    This is the first paragraph of my novel the Other Side, of which I posted an excerpt a while back:

    My name is Taia Marie Eaton. I am 23 years old. A graduate of UCLA. A planner. A dreamer. A teacher. A student. A woman of creativity. I am multifaceted and always changing. Contradictory. Flawed. I am things I like and things I dislike. Intelligent. Questioning. Beautiful. At times, selfish. Doubtful. Complacent. Always striving to give. To ask. To be. To try. To improve. 

    I generally think the novel has a really good premise that I did the most obvious possible thing with. Just the fact that a romantic love story is important to it is proof of how much my writing preferences have changed. If I were to rewrite it now, the closest thing it would get to having a romantic love story would be for the main character to be in a happy relationship that adds no drama to the novel at all.

    What really strikes me about this paragraph now is that she knows she’s beautiful. So while it may have a love story, at least it doesn’t involve the cliched protagonist who doesn’t think she’s beautiful and doesn’t expect any guy to ever think she is. So that’s a win for past me.

  • Random Ramblings

    Welcome home (again)

    Today I watched the series finale of Star Trek Voyager. Aside from a stray episode here and there, I hadn’t watched Voyager since it finished airing and I must say that rewatching it has been a lot of fun. I remembered all the broad strokes but for many episodes it was like watching them again for the first time. As a Trekkie, that’s a treat.

    So, 18 years and 30 days later, welcome home (again), Voyager.

    Erika out.

    (I don’t own the picture, it’s a publicity photo for season 7.)

  • Story Excerpts

    Enough to fill all the minutes

    Necessity keeps me going. Necessity always does. I’m a doctor. When people are hurt I have to help them. There is no other way for me. It almost makes it easy. Or at least simple. I don’t have to think about anything other than the patient, their vitals, their treatment. And when I’m done with one patient there’s another. Enough to fill all the minutes. So I let them.

  • First Sentences,  Random Ramblings

    Hollow and too loud

    Today did not go as planned. Sometimes I wonder why we even make plans.

    Regardless, I’ve succeeded in going to bed at 9:30pm the last couple nights and plan to do so again tonight. Hopefully I can keep that up for the next week or so and then work on moving it up to 9:00pm.

    I think my thyroid medication may need to be adjusted. I’ve had a harder and harder time getting up in the mornings and have been waking groggier than usual. My next appointment with my endocrinologist is Monday so we’ll see.

    Here’s a First Sentence:

    The chime sounds hollow and too loud. It doesn’t make sense for it to be both. Maybe it’s neither. I don’t know. Nothing makes sense right now.

    The picture is of me and my dog, Darcy. I think we’re very aligned in how sedate we’re feeling at the moment.

  • First Sentences,  Random Ramblings

    He broke something

    As I work to get my sleeping schedule back on track, I’m reminded of how hard it is to fit everything into the period between when I get home from work and when I go to bed. I wish adulting took less time. Or that I had a Time Turner. Or a TARDIS.

    Since the evening is getting away from me, here’s a First Sentence I wrote on June 10:

    He wanted to break me. And he didn’t succeed, not exactly. Not all of me. But he broke something.

    I don’t know where my mind was but it doesn’t sound like a happy story, does it?

  • First Sentences,  Random Ramblings,  Story Excerpts

    I quite lost my senses

    Inspired by yesterday’s post, here’s the first paragraph of a Sherlock Holmes fanfic I wrote on 02/01/2017.

    I was so angry at his deception that I quite lost my senses. I walked out of the club while he was explaining his exploits to Lestrade, flagged down the first cab I saw, and asked the fellow to take me to his favorite restaurant. Once there, I ordered myself a simple meal, some good wine, and ate without fully registering the name of the establishment. Outside, another cabbie took me to his favorite hotel and I spent a quiet night hoping Holmes would not somehow manage to track me here, assuming he cared to try.

    The question being, of course, would Sherlock Holmes be able to find him?