Blend In and Bide Our Time – an ISG Writing Exercise

My writers group is awesome!

Ink Slingers Guild

On 4 Jan 2017, these three words were chosen:

  • Chain
  • Math
  • Petticoat

And these blurbs were written within five minutes….Enjoy!



“What is this thing?” Trina grumbled as the mounds of fluffy white entrapments were pulled over her head and down to her waist.

“They call it a petticoat. It goes over the knickers and under the skirt,” Berra said as she thrust a pink monstrosity with too much lace at Trina.

Trina took it and held it out as far as she could, as if she could avoid the humiliation if she didn’t let it touch her. She preferred chain mail and leather. What had her life come to?

“Why are we doing this?” she asked in a petulant voice as Berra found a pair of soft slippers, and something that looked like a tadpole, with a curved tail.

“Do the math,” Berra replied, her voice…

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More Happiness

I find that I prefer to make up worlds and write copious amounts about them but am generally hesitant to share much about myself. Other things are just so much more interesting. Most of my adventure is found is books I read and books I write though I certainly plan to get out more this year.

It’s funny how the first of the year, which is technically just another day, holds so much significance and value in the achievement of the time to come.

And I like it.

No matter what successes, heartaches or failures we have experienced in the past, we can always learn from those heartaches and take strength in those successes and move forward with plans and hopes for the future. The one thing we can do is live each day like a stepping stone and get as much done as possible toward those purposes we’ve set out for ourselves.

That said, I wish you all a year filled with more happiness than sadness and more gain than loss. May you all attain your dreams!


❤ Lisa

ISG 5th Anniversary Edition Celebration

The incredible, indelible, and intrepid Ink Slingers Guild held our Annual Anthology Party to celebrate the 5th Anniversary Anthology Serenity Rising! It was the most fun a writer could have: hangi…

Source: ISG 5th Anniversary Edition Celebration

Enter to Win: Short Stories!

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My writers group recently released the fifth anniversary edition of our annual anthology (book of short stories) and there is a Goodreads Giveaway going on right now! Enter to win the latest release!

There’s a spooky Faery Story included just in time for Halloween ~ my favorite time of year!

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Serenity Rising

Serenity Rising

Giveaway ends November 10, 2016.

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at Goodreads.

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Like short stories?

Hi, all!
Every year my writers group publishes an anthology (a book of short stories) and this year is special because it is our 5th Anniversary Edition and I am really excited about it. I have read every story in this book and LOVE them all. They are all different, we have so many styles of writing in our group but they are all a great read!

If you enjoy fun stories, I encourage you to run over to Amazon and pick it up. Enjoy!


Are you allergic to RID?

On September 21st another awesome meeting was had with the incredible Ink Slingers Guild.  We did two 5-minute exercises and here are mine!




“Why are you using Rid?” he asked as he shoved a third cookie into his mouth.

“It gets rid of the ants,” I said as I tucked the spray bottle beneath the kitchen sink. I took a sip of tea before I started wiping down the counters. There was flour everywhere. Baking was so messy.

Shawn grabbed a fourth cookie. I gave him a look.

“Leave some for the trolls,” I said, “that’s who they’re for after all.”

He gave a muffled acknowledgement before his eyes bulged slightly. He swallowed and gasped. “What is in these things? I think I might be allergic.”

“Seriously? Can you repeat that because I think you must be joking. I thought your iron stomach could handle anything.”

Shawn doubled over, resting his face on the flour covered counter before sliding to the floor.

“Are you allergic to Rid?” I asked.




The threat is in honey,” Martin said seriously. “If we don’t stop using it, the bees may go elsewhere.”

“Martin, please,” I chastised, “there is no way it’s a honey issue. After all the research and testing we’ve done, it’s the atmosphere that poses the largest problem to continuation of mankind.”

“I think it’s the stupid people,” Mona muttered to herself. I shot her a dark look and she shrugged.

“What mischief is going on in here?” Hess said as he breezed in the doorway of the small planetary land ship.

I quickly put my shoulders back and smiled. He met my gaze but they passed by and settled on Mona. He wasn’t even paying attention. I cringed inside. I have the worst taste. That is my taste doesn’t taste back. Mona finally looked up and scowled. That only made Hess smiled more broadly. I shuffled out of the room. I had work to do. Important things. Very important things.

Love Me a Vampire ~ Writing Exercise

We always have fun at the Ink Slingers Guild meetings but I really enjoyed myself during this last meeting. At each meeting three of us writerly folk choose a word and then we all write for 5 minutes and must fit in those three words. We did four 5-minute exercises and I managed to continue my “story” throughout all four exercises. I thought it would be fun to share!

I hope you enjoy!

  •  Stuffy
  • Cold
  • Perceive

I could not perceive what in god’s name could be taking him so long. It was even more annoying because the ridiculous loser didn’t have a cell phone., I mean who doesn’t have a cell phone? Ok, I hadn’t actually met him in person yet so I shouldn’t be so judgmental but I couldn’t help myself. Ever since I recovered from a nasty cold last month I’ve hated waiting on people. I mean there is life to live already! Let’s get moving and get things done!

I sat at the table in the dimly lit diner and sipped at my coffee while I perused Facebook. People were so lame. No info about anyone accept for that stuffy guy, George who I knew because Sally only. I sighed and glanced at my watch. Two more minutes and I was out. I still wasn’t sure why I agreed to meet with Sally’s nephew anyway. Just because I can build websites doesn’t mean I want to do them for every Tom, Dick and Harry.

The door to the diner jingled open and I glanced up to behold the most beautiful man I had ever seen. I literally stared at his smooth, pale skin, dark eyes and slim build. I smiled. I could totally do that I thought. He walked over to my table.

“Ryan?” I questioned. He nodded and smiled wide. It was my lucky day.

  • Crouch
  • Finish
  • God

This man was a God I thought. Ryan slid into the chair next me as I wondered how my plain faced friend could have a relative this beautiful. I mean hold your chin up to keep the flies out gorgeous. I pulled my computer from my bag and set it on the table while Ryan ordered a chai tea from the drooling waitress.

I finished my coffee just as his tea arrived. I wasn’t very good at small talk until now. So far I had found out that he loved all types of tea, preferred the second Crouching Lion Hidden Tiger movie to the first and hated Rod Stewart music. I was on my game. He leaned in and looked at my screen. He smelled like vanilla and coffee. Yum. I was definitely going to have me some of that.

  • Strap
  • Shower
  • Burn

Seriously, I was burning by the time we wrapped up going over the website he wanted. Apparently, Ryan was some hotshot motorcycle racer and the idea of him covered in motorcycle gear and straps made me ridiculously happy. If I had anything to do with it, I would be showering with this man in the morning.

We chatted amenably as we left the diner.  I saw his motorcycle at the curb two cars away and nodded toward it. Nice,” I commented. He grinned and led me to it. A sleek flat black helmet hung on the side as he pointed out things and I nodded enthusiastically.

“Would you like to pop in to my place for a swim in the pool?” I asked after he finished showing off his machine.

“That sounds awesome,” he smiled at me again. I was such a goner.

“My house is just in the back here,” I pointed at the alley that led to my neighborhood. We were halfway through it when he turned and pushed me gently into the wall.

  • Slow
  • Forget
  • Fantasy

I could not believe my luck. I mean Ryan couldn’t even wait to get to my house to steal a kiss. I was feeling so lucky I think my head was about to explode right off my shoulders.  The tension in the air added to the fantasy that had been brewing in my mind.

He slowly brushed a finger down the side of my face. I swear I forgot my name. There was nothing but his dark eyes and wide smile. I tried to speak and he put a finger over my mouth as he leaned to my neck. He took in a deep breath.

“My dear,” he whispered, “you are so intoxicating. I couldn’t wait another moment.”

I sighed and bent my body toward him. His lips found my neck and my nerves exploded in pleasure.

“Thank you,” he whispered. My moan was cut off as the sting of teeth pierced my skin.