Sneak Peek: May I "Ch 31"

Since I'll be a little tied up for the next couple days....and I left that last chapter on a cliffhanger. My bad :) But just so you know... I've been threatened to update or else :D This little sneak peek, doesn't give much--or tell why--but it's hopefully something to tie you along until after the New Year. 

Daily Inspiration #12

I've already wrote about New Years, so I won't repeat myself. Instead, I'll leave you with this daily bit of inspiration.

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Daily Inspiration #11

I love this one! :) I think I need to remember this one when I'm having a bad day.

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Daily Inspiration #10

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Daily Inspiration #9

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May I: Drying Off

Cal was sitting on the couch, reading a book when he heard a door slam. Looking up from his place, he felt differently about that slam; recognized it as being the same sound Gillian produced when she was frustrated or worried.

So when he heard another slam—identical to the last—he had already placed his book on the coffee table and was looking out the window as she crossed the sidewalk and he was already at the door when she trailed up the stairs.

Daily Inspiration #8

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Daily Inspiration #7

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In the New Year!

Now that the holidays are mostly over, and as we prepare for the New Year . . . it's time to spend some time recovering. The shopping has been finished, presents have been wrapped, the cookies have been prepared, baked and received; Christmas dinner has been eaten and presents have been unwrapped.

Now it's time to enjoy the gifts that we have received, while remembering the true meaning of why we celebrate Christmas each and every year. We'll write, sing, laugh, cry, have loved ones who die, go through trials, bring in life, get married, buy a house, etc--for another year.

And so, we go on.

In the New Year, we'll stay up until midnight to ring in the New Year. Some will be drinking cider--others alcohol--while others will be out partying with friends. But whatever you're doing to celebrate: remember to be safe. I hope to see you all in the New Year! :)

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Daily Inspiration #4

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May I: A Few Things

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang again. This time, Corbin stood there with a bag and a pink blanket in hand. “You might need this.” Slipping the bag over her shoulder, he handed her the blanket. “Good luck.” And for a second time, he turned on his heels and disappeared.

“Thanks.” Closing the door, Sophie grabbed the blanket and tried to hold both the blanket and doll in her hand, but the blanket ended up falling to the ground. Hearing her grunt to pick it up, she toddled around with her hands full.

Daily Inspiration #3

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I'm Still Here: Sunrise Avenue

Please ignore all the grammar and spelling errors that might be in these chapters. I wrote this story about three years ago.

Everything was starting to sink in. Despite everything that went on this week, it had the perfect ending. And both knew it. They had both come out of this with a new meaning. His hand rested inside his pocket with his phone; he had never stopped thinking about his father since they had talked. She had a piece of paper with her father's phone number inside her jean pocket, the one her father had given her before they had departed to the airport.

If anything came sufficently out of their lives, both Megan and Larry knew their futures were just beginning. And although their own fears had come out and laid just inside the border, wounds were slowly beginning to heal.

Daily Inspiration #2

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Enough said.

I'm Still Here: Learning to Fall

His mouth slacked, slightly. He couldn't say that she wasn't going to answer, but he was certain now that he had her closer. Taking in a deep breath he let his shoulders relax. Taking a deep breath herself, she realized her answer echoed back to her, yes… "I would love to be with you." Her eyes flickered up towards him.

"I'm not saying you have to make a decision right now" He put in. "I wanted to… and ask if you'd accept being with me, eventually." Clarifying, he opened his hand to reveal a beautiful ring.

Daily Inspiration

I don't know about you... but I find myself sometimes scouting on Pinterest for good ideas, or just inspiration. For some reason (even though the day is almost over), I find this being my inspiration for the day. Now what's yours?

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I'm Still Here: The Middle

Both sat in silence, again.

This gave Megan a chance to wonder what path she was going down. There was one way that made the corner of her lips turn up in a smile as they drove to the airport. And with that she found that he was always there… waiting, always willing to be there for him. He had given her father a chance…and so had she.

I'm Still Here: Where Do You Run?

Pushing back in her seat, she pulled into the parking lot of the school, parked the car and turned off the engine. Unbuckling her seatbelt her voice was soft but unfaltering as she faced him. "I haven't. It takes time. And maybe in time I will, but we both have a lot of baggage to work through and several or a hundred ridges to go over."

That made him think even further, and something in the back of his mind longed to be heard. It wasn't the fact that he longed for her always to be there, because she understood him for who he was. It wasn't that they were alike, no, they were vastly different which made at times, very interesting discussions.

I'm Still Here: On the Ride

Setting his packed suitcase on the bed, he zipped it up. Megan pulled in the window curtain to let the soft sun in. Her hair had been curled in tight curls, flowing softly onto the back of her green shirt. He smiled tenderly watching her casually move around, adjusting the blinds so they were nicely pulled back before they took off.

He was still thinking about her. Everything seemed to slow as her graceful movements overtook him. So much could happen within a day, and he was leaving without her. He had to just remind himself that she would be back tomorrow. And as if she had read his thoughts her shoulders fell in satisfaction. Turning around to face him, pieces of golden curls fell to the side, gracing her beauty.

Sneak Peek: May I "Ch 29"

I don't usually give sneak peeks . . . but since this chapter is taking longer than I thought to write . . . I thought it would be nice to give a little peek to what I could possibly be stirring up :)

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang again. This time, Corbin stood there with a bag and a pink blanket in hand. “You might need this.” Slipping the bag over her shoulder, he handed her the blanket. “Good luck.” And for a second time, he turned on his heels and disappeared.

“Thanks.” Closing the door, Sophie grabbed the blanket and tried to hold both the blanket and doll in her hand, but the blanket ended up falling to the ground. Hearing her grunt to pick it up, she toddled around with her hands full.

I'm Still Here: Heart of the Matter

"I'm taking it things went well this time around?" Larry inquired as he sat on a bench outside the hotel doors, a newspaper in his hands. She turned around as he strolled over to her and let her lips collide with his, the discarded newspaper sitting on the bench.

She smiled against his lips, "It's getting there, if that's what you're asking." Both of their smiles grew wider as her hands wrapped around his neck. "You're getting really close."