The November Bike Challenge has run into some bumps. I missed one day to rest a strained muscle; on yet another day my bike began purring. Yes, purring like a cheetah with a mischievous glimmer in his eye. Enter the gremlins.
While I’ve added my own words and experiences to the blog posts, the informative metastatic breast cancer graphics were created by Andrea Parker, who was born only a few months earlier than I in 1978. Andrea created the graphics with Ginny Knackmuhs offering the statistical information for them. Andrea’s life was stolen by MBC in […]
Hear ye, hear ye. 📯Today marks Day 31 of 31 of the October cycling and writing challenge. To finish the challenge, I visited the hills around the Matterhorn and killed, nay, slayed the hills. I declare this challenge a success. 🥳
Interval training equals happy training. Controlled pedaling, RPMs, RPE, cadence and all that lingo I’m still learning. 📝
Tomorrow’s the last day. I have ideas for November. But here’s a question for you writers: Apple or PC? Seriously now, I don’t want to see a fruit salad fight, but some honest, polite opinions.
See you tomorrow for Day 31, the last day of the biking challenge. Cheers.
Today I did 30 minutes watching YouTube, at my own pace. The more I bike, the easier it gets and the faster the time goes. It’s nice to feel the progress I’ve made.
Just two more days of the challenge. See you here tomorrow for Day 30. We’ll end with a bang on Halloween. 🥳🎃
Join in, Arcians. And wish me luck. 🐎
With Pepe Le Gume on the prowl at Carrot Ranch, I might regret prompting anything with beans. But beans hold a special place in my heart. I grew up on pinto beans, cowboy beans. A special treat was refried beans. I never had navy bean soup or chili beans or baked beans until I was an adult. Chili was a con carne served over pasta, soup was sopas, and whoever heard of maple-sweetened beans in buckaroo country? Now that I’ve had Vermont beans, I understand Pepe’s appeal.
In case you aren’t familiar with the mainstay challenges at Carrot Ranch, D. Avery created Pepe along with a host of characters in her weekly Ranch Yarns. Like beans, once a writer gets a taste for 99-words, you’ll keep coming back for more. We make sure the pot is always on at Carrot Ranch, where we create community through literary art. I…
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Two main thoughts crossed my mind in today’s workout: 1.) We’re going to die and 2.) My iFit trainer is a very positive person. Several times we had to lift our bikes and walk (I watched and still pedaled from home, of course) while we navigated rock and slate on the paths. Instead of being angry or frustrated, my trainer complimented the terrain and how helpful it was on training us. How cool is that?
I’m taking that perspective with me. Even if I would’ve fallen off the mountain today, it would’ve been a good conversation starter with St. Peter. Along with the glacier we saw. Chamonix is a little piece of heaven.
Happy one year (belated) birthday to my first self-published novel, Memory Bound. It’s currently holding at three, five star perfect reviews. Won’t you give it a read and meet Anne? Details are below. 🥳
GOTD (placeholder for my second novel) is in the works and is another horror novel. Subscribe to stay updated for details and become part of the Arcian crew.
Memory Bound is my first published novel, published through my own platform–Peregrine Arc. It’s a horror novel with lots of layers, walks through the woods and thoughts on society. If you give it a read, I’d love to hear your thoughts below or in a review on Amazon. Thank you.
Back of Book:
There was something about a grand neglected house that didn’t bode well for visitors. It wanted retribution for its fall…
Anne Ditchfield is a woman of sound mind and morals, living a life warped by schizophrenia and fatigued by modern life drudgery and routines of survival. As an early retirement gift, Anne buys Myron－a historical mansion she plans to renovate as she continues her healing journey. Notices of a missing, local girl arrive soon after and Anne finds herself visited by police officers, roped into investigations and targeted by those claiming to still serve the Myron family. Will Anne be able to determine reality from fiction and figure out who is threatening her life? Or will Myron be taken away and Anne’s life with it? Memory Bound is a multi-dimensional, horror novel mixed with just the right amount of mystery to keep readers long entranced and wondering after the final, closing paragraph.
We met cows upon our journey through France today. My trainer called every cow he met Daisy. That was easy to remember. We stopped and talked to one Daisy, but not too long as to not unduly interrupt our workout. One Daisy on the downhill return left us a present. How kind of her. 💩
Come all, come one. The more terrible your poetry, the better! 🦴🎃💀
Come here, my poet, and prepare to enter the Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest #49! You’ll find a basic outline on terrible poeting here. Ready?
Here are the specifics for this week:
- Our Topic is Halloween. Write something SCARY!
- As is usual, the Length is up to you.
- Rhyming is also up to you. Frighten us with what you do.
- Just Make it terrible! Make the very souls of the Wal-mart imps moan in agony and terror at the very thought of your verses.
- The Rating’s fine at PG-13 or cleaner.
You have till midnight of All Hallow’s Eve, 12:00 a.m. MST next Friday morning (November 1) to submit a poem.
Use the form below to be anonymous for a week.
For a more social experience and immediate fame, include your poem or a link to it in the comments. If you do not see a pingback within a day…
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