A new What-the-tuck trend?

Originally posted on nbsmithblog...random digressions and musings:

This pedometer geek has begun to notice what may be a new What-the-tuck (WTT) trend. I haven’t quite decided if it is coincidence or not, but the single tear down the cheek of characters, major and minor (mostly major, but I digress), has started cropping up in novels.

The typical WTT of tucking the hair behind the ear (hence the name), messy ponytails and/or buns, rich alpha males, green-eyed characters, and others still appear routinely in many books. They have not disappeared, but this may be a new one.

The trend of the single tear is one that I have noted in the last couple books I have read. Personally, I don’t admit to crying, but if I do, generally like potato chips, it is hard to stop at just one. How these characters manage to show that strong emotion in such a carefully controlled manner is beyond me. Is…

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Enchanted…More or Less: Bandelier National Monument (Part One)

Originally posted on Writer's Cramp:

Ever since I was eleven years old I’ve wanted to visit Bandelier National Monument. A kid in the neighborhood went and came back with interesting pictures. My imagination ran wild. I was a junior Indiana Jones…before Harrison Ford was out of high school.

Bandelier was on my list but it took me fifty-five year to get there.  It was worth the wait. I made the trip this past week along with my daughter. We have been sidekicks in these adventures. We went to Machu Picchu together a few years ago and have explored a few other spots. This trip had a dual purpose — first, of course, was to fulfill my old desire to visit the place. Secondly, I wanted to check out the CCC era structures that were built in the mid-1930s. Bandelier is rich in these 80 year old depression-era structures and actually has the largest concentration of…

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I was going to walk this afternoon,

but it was too hot.

I was going to walk later,

but I was hungry.

I was going to walk this evening,

but thunder began to rumble.

I was going to walk today,

maybe tomorrow…

©annettealaine 2015

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Books On My Table

Originally posted on chocofigbee:

I’m a lover of books and my choices are eclectic, depending upon my mood. I like a well-written story with action and thrills as well as those lighter stories with laughter and food–yes, even chocolate. Every now and then, I put together my list of entertaining books that I thoroughly enjoyed—some authors I sampled for the first time while others are like old friends.

If Dark Chocolate Demise, by Jenn McKinlay, doesn’t have you reaching for a delicious cupcake, then your snack-o-meter must be on the fritz!  Scottsdale, Arizona is doing its first “Annual Zombia Walk” and the Fairy-Tale Cupcakes crew, including baker, Melanie Cooper and  business partner/best friend, Angie DeLaura  are enthusiastically joining in the fun, providing the fancy cupcakes and a real coffin. But the fun becomes a nightmare when a real body, looking like one of their own, is discovered in the coffin. With the…

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Originally posted on From the Laundry Room:

There was a little girl at Starbucks this morning.  School uniform, braided hair, she was sitting in one of the chairs by the shelf of coffee and designer cups.  She must have been asked to wait there while her mom got, what I’m sure was much needed, caffeine.

I noticed her because she was sort of talking to herself, mimicking conversation with another person I’m sure was completely real to her.  Her eyebrows jutted up every now and then.  She was in full make-believe mode.

After a few minutes of what appeared to be a very important meeting, she stood and walked over to the the gift card display.  She flipped through the brochures and gestured to the imaginary meeting behind her.  I think she may have been an editor for Vogue or an important CEO explaining a new product.  Her audience seemed captivated and she was fabulous and confident in her…

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Six Word Saturday

Originally posted on Scrambled, Not Fried:

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Eurydice Has Finally Found Her Home

Finally, after years of rejection & revision & more rejection, my poem Eurydice will find a home in an upcoming issue of Deep Water Literary Journal, available online soon.  

Although the poem’s imagery has its roots in the mythological Orpheus / Eurydice story, it’s really the product of my (sadly) several years living with a blackout Cuervo tequila drinker just before I met My Beloved Sandra. I’d been shopping it around without success for years, trying not to think evil thoughts about the many editors  who passed up the opportunity to publish it.  I’m both pleased and honored that it’s finally found a home. I’ll keep you posted.

This will be my 2nd appearance in DWLJ.  My poem Seeing Margot was in their August 2014 issue. You can read Seeing Margot (and lots of other fine work)HERE.


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Surviving the London Book Fair

Originally posted on Scribe Doll's Musings:

I’ve pinned my badge to my jacket lapel:

Katherine Gregor

Literary Translator


United Kingdom

The security man scans it.  A thin, red line crawls over it like a single spider leg.  I step  into the giant, dome-shaped Olympia building.  I think: Dante’s Inferno.  No, Purgatory, since there’s hope of redemption and success in all who enter.

Three days of a huge market crammed with stalls, displays, banners, desks, stages and counters, heaving with people buying, selling, promoting, negotiating, haggling.  Hundreds of voices rise to the vault and blend into a unique, steady drone that fills your skull and continues buzzing in your ears even when you go to bed at night.

In the central aisle, a row of young men and women in turquoise T-shirts offer a shoulder massage.  A few minutes’ relief from the tension within and without.  On my first morning, I breeze past them.  On…

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The Bulbs Know – Part Two

I emptied my parka’s pockets today, removing three pair of gloves; the 30 below-zero pair, the fleece pair, and the brightly flowered garden gloves, along with the ubitquitous crumpled (but clean) tissues. At different times during the past week, sometimes in the same day, I’ve worn all three pair.

A half dozen daffodils are blooming along the front walk, amidst the leaves I raked from the bed a few days ago, which have since blown back. As I accept the inevitable, the reprise of my leaf-raking performance with three costume changes, I imagine a conversation between the daffodils and the leaves. “It’s going to be cold, again, tonight. Tuck us in, will ya’?”

“I’ll let you sleep in, until the weekend,” I interrupt, acutely aware I’m talking to myself, rather than to bunches of stems, leaves and blossoms, “then I’ll strip away the covers. Sleep well, my darlings.”

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Flying Down to Rio

Originally posted on Writer's Cramp:

IMG_20150119_080731On sort of a whim my daughter and I spent a few hours at the historic KiMo Theater in downtown Albuquerque watching Fred and Ginger dance the Carioca in a classic old musical, Flying Down to Rio.

I’ll talk about the theater in a while but first let me try to make sense of the movie. Flying Down to Rio was  made in 1933 at the height of the depression. There was a bunch of escapist musicals produced during those years and Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers were a big part of that era. This movie was the first one they were paired up to do although each had been in earlier films. You will notice from the poster that Ginger Rogers got higher billing than did Fred Astaire. I hope she enjoyed it because that never happened again.

Essentially this is a little story about a struggling dance band that…

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O Happy Morning

Originally posted on In Transition:


On my morning walk, I spied

a snowy white ibis, walking like a king,

a flock of blue birds, brighter than the April sky,

and a wily, red fox trotting jauntily down the sidewalk,

looking for his breakfast.

©annettealaine 2015

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