Sunday Sins

It’s 7:24 am, and I could MURDER a cup of coffee! Trouble is, it’s Sunday, and I just took my bone pill. If you’re a Woman of a Certain Age, you know what I mean. There comes a point at which our bones begin to thin, no matter how much calcium we take in. Exercise helps keep that from happening but here I sit at the computer, typing, so you can see how the exercise goes. Anyway, I take a bone-thickening pill once a week, and I can’t eat or drink (except for water) for a half-hour after taking it. I could probably use the time exercising, now that I think of it.

Oh! There goes the timer–too late for that. Excuse me while I get that coffee. ~~sluurrrp~~ Ahhhhh! That’s better.

Leslie R. Lee upbraided me in yesterday’s comments for calling the woman who bought ALL SEVENTEEN POUNDS of sweet potatoes at the farmers’ market a “dirty rotten pig-person”. I apologize. I don’t know what burdens that woman carries, what kind of disorder makes her hoard sweet potatoes as if she had a vision of a post-apocalyptic world in which sweet potatoes would be the only currency of value. So I’m sorry I called her names. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s sweet potatoes. Not even one out of seventeen pounds of them. But gluttony is one of the Seven Deadly Sins too, you know. Just sayin’.

The blog book tour and contest continues this coming week. Tag along. Win a prize. Maybe.

WRITING PROMPT: How does your main character deal with missing something he/she looked forward to because somebody else cleaned out the stock just before he/she arrived? Make a list of ten possible plots that could come out of that situation.


I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “Sunday Sins

  1. M. T. Logan

    September 12, 2010 at 12:34pm


    I know what you mean by “I could murder for a cup of coffee.” I used to be a coffee-freak—ten cups a day, minimum. But my body has turned against me. It simply won’t tolerate caffeine anymore, no matter how little I try to drink—not so much as half a tablespoon. Please enjoy a cup for me.

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