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Flirting at Forty-Something


The first date was fun, without a doubt. However, after having been married to one man for 15 years, I can’t remember how this works.

While I am certainly not shy, I found myself less talkative than normal. Everyone who knows me knows that I speak my mind – blatantly. My integrity and up-front form of honesty is my trademark. However, as nervous as I was, I felt like I was picking and choosing my thoughts and words before speaking. Imagine that – me thinking before I speak! Ok, so maybe that wasn’t a bad thing.

When he leaned in for the post-date kiss, I quickly gave him a smack on the lips, the cheek, and pulled away. I was so damned nervous. And scared. It was only a short year ago that I found out my (now ex) husband was secretly spending time with “the cockroach” (my heartfelt nickname for the other woman, in his other life).

I don’t want to get hurt (again). I don’t want a relationship, I don’t think. I would however, like to have fun, enjoy common interests and activities – and yes, have sex. Please – and thank you.

And we agreed to see each other again. The invitation for a second date, accepted.

I have decided that I don’t have to do anything I am uncomfortable doing. I am a strong, independent, beautiful, sexy, voluptuous woman – despite still reeling from those last several years of constant insults about everything – but most especially my weight. The last five years were the most difficult, but now I am free. And I am moving on. I am dating.

This particular guy made it a point to shower compliments upon me, and my curves. He thinks I am sexy. Of course, my lower-than-normal self-esteem wanted to believe there was a hidden agenda. Seriously? Seriously!  Then I got to thinking. The conversation with myself went something like this:

Enjoy the hell out of this, Tish! Remember who you are! Forget the past, and the jackass who couldn’t love you for who you are. Move on already! Get your shine on. Be proud. Be beautiful! Be real. And maybe consider this… maybe, just maybe, there are some men in this world who truly appreciate the beauty of the renaissance woman, the Rembrandt. And if one has found you, then at the very least…you’re going to get laid. And if there is a hidden agenda, you’re going to get laid.

Ok, problem solved. I’m flirting my beautiful forty-something ass off. At least that is what we called it when I was twenty-something. I’m not sure what the hell I am doing. And if I could find the word, it would most certainly be a dirty one. Taboo.

Bullshit. Let’s go with mature fun.

Friends


Friends
November 2, 2014 – Source: Google.com

Tonight’s F-Word of the Day writing exercise is from the heart, where 24 hours formed new friendships, and we celebrated our moments of glory together. Some of my time spent wishing away the “I can’t believe I just said that out loud” moments.

The Flash It! Online Launch Party consumed every bit of those 24 hours with hardly an idle moment, no opportunity wasted for those of us twitching with the urge to write. Friday and Saturday were perfect, focused on writing, thinking or talking about writing, laughing, eating chocolate Halloween candy to stay awake, while washing it down with mug after mug of strong coffee.

Finally, the end brought a crest of excitement for everyone. Even the neighbors lit up a smoke, fully satisfied with the overall performance and experiences shared.

Dear Members of the Fiction Writers Group, and New Friends:

Our time together was life changing. My soul seems elated and satiated in ways I cannot fully comprehend, let alone try to explain. Just a few short weeks ago, I didn’t share what I have written with anyone other than family. Quite frankly, I published my first blog during a full-blown anxiety attack.

Tonight, thanks to all of you, I am writing with confidence, pride and knowledge gained from winning FOUR brand new books! Someone new emerged from the folds. A better writer indeed. Thank you.

“Don’t be fooled,” Earl whispered to the group. “She was screaming wild banshee when she came out of that closet.”

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Fiction


Fiction
November 2,2014 – Source: Google.com

Today’s F-Word of the Day represents, in large part, the reason I have not posted since October 30th. Does that mean the statement above is fiction? False, a lie? No.

Recently I have been on a writing frenzy (another great F-word) and I am exploring various writing groups, forums, blogs and contests. The one in the forefront of many writers focus now is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). Every year, writers commit to writing a 50,000 word novel… in 30 days!

My brother-in-law, typing away at his computer, should have set goals of producing somewhere between 1,500 and 2,000 words each day. Amazing!

Having a little less ambition than he, I joined a Fiction Writers Group on Facebook and I am having fun getting to know other writers, exploring the craft and seeking advice from those fun folks, many of whom are much more experienced than me.

Stay tuned, I will return tomorrow with another F-Word of the Day. Thanks for stopping by!

© 2013 – P.C. Shoffner

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“Horrors in the Halls,”

by Guest Blogger: Miah Shoffner, age 11

Once there was a banal family, they did nothing. Five people in the family. The dad’s name was Jorge. Also the mother’s name was Madison but she goes by Maddie. The couple had three kids. The oldest was 12 and her name was Hanna. She had two little brothers named Johnny and Jackson. But Johnny was four years older.

The family had a grand house. In the house was a long narrow hallway and passage at the end. Nobody dared to enter. Until one day Johnny got home from school, and stared at the endless hallway, then after about an hour later took a step across the line and was dragged about twenty feet in. That boy was so scared out of his mind. Finally he escaped and ran as fast as he could. TO BE CONTINUED !!!!!!

October 28, 2013 - Source: The Phrontistery http://phrontistery.info/
October 28, 2013 – Source: The Phrontistery http://phrontistery.info/
Miah submitted this story using Fistula as her baseline. Mother and daughter share the F-Word of the Day exercises, and she will make regular appearances in this blog. Way to go, Miah!

Fistula


October 28, 2013 - Source: The Phrontistery http://phrontistery.info/
October 28, 2013 – Source: The Phrontistery http://phrontistery.info/

Immediately after I entered the house I felt it. A feeling I know all too well but hadn’t experienced in some time. I welcomed the warm embrace of adrenaline. I had missed it, the bubbling in my veins. Charged with paranormal energy, I let myself go for a moment, nearly lost in a flood of voltage pumped electricity. Beautifully coaxed nearly to submission, dominated by raw power and heightened emotion. Every hair on my head stood erect.

As I opened my eyes, I was looking up toward the  imperial ceiling where a Godlike mural stared down upon me. If I didn’t know better, it was feeding from my fluid energy. The intensity calming with every passing second.

A whispered scent of caution traveled from my listening ears through the tiny fistula connecting real sound to the “other” hearing center inside my head, where nothing is ever truly heard, but sensed and felt.

Suddenly feeling cold, my head exploded in protest, flashing hazard lights and warning signs blinding me. I stepped further inside. Here I go.

©2013 – Patricia C. Shoffner, Virtually Self Employed, Reckless Abandon: Life is an F-Word

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Farouche


October 27, 2013
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Let’s begin! l created this blog as a fun and interesting method for writing practice. I have always enjoyed writing stories, poetry, arbitrary word-nonsense too. Whether fiction, biographical, prose, or content, until recently I had rarely if ever shared my work with anyone other than family. (And they would only indulge me if I read aloud and they could just listen – and because I usually would offer bribes in exchange).

Now that I have opened the door to my creative center in my brain, I feel it necessary to write often, and write well. Actually, my daughter is writing her piece with today’s F-Word of the Day. As a fledgling and aspiring writer, I feel the beginning (as in this very minute) will show the farouche, unpolished version of myself and my ability. However, with this blog forum I am also free to express my more adult-oriented ideas, and explore new topics normally reserved for mature audiences and participants.

This blog is R-Rated, but could venture into worlds (and rating categories) yet unimaginable for me. My thoughts and past writings have featured mystery, drama, humor, thrills, excitement, sensuality, exploration, sex, passion, and some raw material, and I plan to show more wild creativity here. My other blog focuses on G-Rated subjects.

Who knew blogging could be this much FUN?

© 2013 – P.C. Shoffner, Virtually Self Employed, Reckless Abandon: Life is an F-Word

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