Today’s Little Ditty

I wrote this into my novel today. My second to the Main Character needs to forgive already! Of course, right when he realizes this, his best friend takes off and gets into  big trouble! Drama, drama and drama!


‘That night Mars couldn’t sleep. The conversation he’d just had with Jeremy swam around in his mind while he tossed and turned on the bed he’d made fresh for himself in his guest room. He remembered what his grandmother used to say to him when he was growing up.


‘Bad man comes; hold him away;

Never trust a word he says;

But if a good friend asks for mercy one day;

You’re the bad man if you say nay.’


The secret, she’d taught him, was in being able to tell a friend from an enemy.’

Today’s Snippet-From My Work In Progress- Reconciliation (Perhaps?)


“Mars!” he yelled. Pound, pound, pound. “Open up, its important!

The door flew open and he fell forward a bit, mid pound. He looked up and Mars was glaring at him like he’d never seen him do before. Jeremy decided his attitude was too much to bear. It made him angry and he shoved the fellow with all his might. Mars fell back for a mere second before he returned the aggression. Jeremy found himself on the floor.

Rule number four for Time Mechanics was that he couldn’t use any new skills given him for his own gain.

He didn’t care. He wanted to punch the man; more, he wanted to shred him. His eyes narrowed and he saw an opening and vaulted to his feet. He put a lot of force into that uppercut. Mars landed two feet into his front room and splintered a flimsy looking bench he had there. Jeremy rushed to stand over him.

“Listen, you stack of…” he started yelling before his feet were swept out from under him and he landed next to Mars a second later.

“No, you listen!” Mars roared.’

Today’s Snippet- The Fluffiest


From my book about Cinderella’s Stepsister- one of the last I wrote with an outright Christian interpretation:

‘Slowly she turned around, ignoring the way her heart seemed to flush out into her chest. There he was, tall and dressed in finery that equaled every great Lord or gentling at the ball. Only on him the black supple boots, the trim legs and the pure white shirt under the expensive black velvet tunic created an appearance that surely topped even Prince Charm’s. He was so handsome she practically swooned.

Suddenly she was gloriously, furiously angry. Her little hands rammed him back against the wall.

“Do you know how frightened I’ve been for you, you SNAKE!” she gasped in a rage.’

Is This Going to Become a THING?


A bit hot under the collar, folks, so hope I don’t ruffle.

Here’s a question I’ve been asked recently. The first time it was from a woman who’d joined our writing group for a time. She had very strong opinions about things and was eager to share them. She said,

‘Oh, and about Christians. What’s with your God anyway? Why would you be interested in a God who sacrifices his own son?’

I admit at that moment I was shocked. I’d never heard of such a question, delivered with such derision towards my God before. I said something lame, like, ‘Wow.’

I figured it was just that woman’s point of view and the writing group wasn’t the place for a heavy discussion/argument, and I let it go.

So the other night I’m at the grocery store, in line. There’s this man who says he’s battling cancer, but its okay, he believes in God. I smiled, I believe too. He goes on and says he’s not swayed by people (Christians) who try to tell him how he should believe in God. He loves God, he says, more than most Christians love Jesus. And he delivers that question, again. ‘I mean, why would God sacrifice his own son?’


I go blank, my friends. My mind becomes this huge computer sifting out files. The answer to that question is just so BIG.

‘Well, let’s see,’ I could say. ‘Let’s just go back over the entire history of mankind, and use for a reference the entire book of the Bible.’

To ask a Christian that question is like saying in a sneering voice to a fish, ‘what in the world do you want to swim around in so much water for?’

‘Well, glub glub, you’ll just have to take my word for it. There’s a reason, and it’s a good one.’

Isaiah 55:

“For My thoughts are not your thoughts,
Nor are your ways My ways,” says the Lord.
“For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
So are My ways higher than your ways,
And My thoughts than your thoughts.

We don’t understand why God does what he does. There isn’t a shop down the street called, ‘Design-A-God’. We don’t get to decide who we think God is, according to how it seems He ought to be when we bother to think of it.

Number one message of the Bible is when God says: I AM.

He exists as more than just energy binding the universe and giving out jedi powers. He has personality. He has thoughts which are higher than ours. In short, He’s not a tame lion. If we want to follow God, we must accept Him as He is and try to understand what He’s doing.

Fortunately for us, He’s good.

The question isn’t, ‘why would God sacrifice His Son?’

The real question is, ‘why would Jesus be willing to be sacrificed?’

When God Almighty separates a part of Himself out, and sends Him down as a helpless baby, and loves that child with abandon and calls that child, Logos, His message, and that child grows and loves humans face to face, and then- all the time knowing what’s coming- decides to die for us anyway, there’s only one thing that could possibly be driving Him. Love.

When God loves us enough to do all of that, you shouldn’t sneer. And you shouldn’t traumatize a Christian into silence with such a question- as if none of it mattered at all.

Why was it necessary? That’s a question for another time. I only know that when a hero gives His life you should be appreciative. When someone gives you a gift, you should receive it with gratitude.

Morning Ride


This is my rattly, rustraption bicycle. I bought it for a hundred dollars off of Craigslist. It was made by a company, that has a sort of faded coat of arms decal-ed on it’s chest, Norman of England. It ticks, and creaks and people wonder what’s coming to get them when I approach from behind.

But it’s perfect for me. Old enough that people don’t try to steal it. A faded glory that reminds me… ahem, of myself. And, it glides. In all it’s one-speed majesty I cruise along- fast enough that I feel ten-years-old again, and slow enough so that I don’t kill myself.


So this morning I decided to take a ride. The poor old girl’s been neglected mostly all summer. I had to push it to the Town Pump up the street because our dog Hildegard chewed the end off our bike pump. I brought four quarters for the task. Like a pro I shot the air in my tires until firm and took off gliding.

‘Excuse me!’ I called, coming up on and then passing various startled passerby. On my ride I passed a gaggle of geese in the high school baseball yard, a litter of puppies being trained by their owners at the park, and our local herd of elk absorbing the last bit of mist in the vast fields before you reach North Bend.

I love living in Snoqualmie.

Writer’s Weekend of Fun!


I have the greatest writer friends of all time. Yes, that’s right. I like to brag. Imagine a group of friends who… uh, they all look a little tipsy here but it was just a little sip with dinner I promise…


Anyway, imagine a set of wonderful friends who say, ‘Vicky, you must come with us to our writer fun weekend. We’ll cover your cost.’ I figured, because I’m built so terrific that way, I’d take them up on it, just to please them.


You see the sun here, shining through the trees. There was a lovely, pebbly beach nearby but these trees all around the house they rented in Harstine Island- well, they were of several different varieties, all happy to grow together, and all beautiful. I had to show the picture because that is what my friends are like. You see, here we are again. I’m the entitled brat in the pack- ha ha.


Here is a pot of flowery stuff, that was on the nice deck.


Here’s a nifty shell-wind chime, that looked like a million bucks but didn’t play much of a tune.


And here is the murals I saw in Shelton, Wa. where we went out on the town to have dinner. Note the sun dappling.


And the second… Really cool  because I think the sun dappling here is in the shape of a double heart… perfect for how I feel.


The painted cars you see are a reminder for you to run out and find yourself some friends like these!




Sometimes, that’s me. You should hear the ridiculous things I say to myself in my head. ‘Vicky, you’re really a polite, reasonable kind of person,’ I think- ha ha ha.

My dear friends, oh the patient ones. Get to know me for any length of time and you’ll hear it when I rant. I have to hold back myself, truly, all the time.

Way too many words. I’m telling you that if you’re smart, you’ll support this writing thing I’ve got going on. Just like when you take toddlers to the park and run them around hoping to ‘tire them out’, so you should actively encourage me to write. It might make me less, slightly less, obnoxious when I attend a lovely gathering of old girlfriends hoping to share tasty treats and pleasant conversation with each other.

Unless I took a nap on the way home from the park, however. Then I’ll be up and ranting, I mean, running til midnight.

Today’s Snippet; from my current Work in Progress- Time Mechanic

(Ha ha, when I typed ‘coat’ into the collection to find a good picture, this one came up, under the title ‘dapper man with coat’. Seemed to fit somehow!)


“I see what it means then,” Jeremy smiled. “Your appointment to our group, I mean. Every team like ours has had one in the past. You’re our thief.”

“I’m not anyone’s thief but my own, and if I join you I want that to be clear,” she stated.

“And are you joining us?” Jeremy took a deep breath and placed his hands on his hips. He felt authority settle on him like a mantle, and it wasn’t because of his magnificent coat. “If you stay by my side, you follow my orders,” he added. “Not because I want to rule you but because it’s up to me to get the job done, before any of you. So choose. Will you refuse or will you journey with us?”

All of a sudden, like she’d done when he’d first encountered her on the path, her bravado melted away. She bit her lip and glanced at Ffip before shaking her head with a sigh.

“I guess I’ll go with you,” she conceded after a long moment, curtsying a bit with reluctance. “I’ve got nothing keeping me here anyway. But if you turn out to be worthless fellows,” here she glared at Mars, “I’ll steal your purse and that coat off your back when I leave you,” she said to Jeremy, stepping into the room. Jeremy shut the door after her and rubbed his hands together. Inside he knew that no one else would be coming tonight. The team was complete.

Today’s Sermon- Apologetics

Micah 6:6-8~

With what shall I come before the Lord
    and bow down before the exalted God?
Shall I come before him with burnt offerings,
    with calves a year old?
Will the Lord be pleased with thousands of rams,
    with ten thousand rivers of olive oil?
Shall I offer my firstborn for my transgression,
    the fruit of my body for the sin of my soul?
He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.
    And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy
    and to walk humbly with your God.


Christians are accused of belonging to a high and mighty club, where they decide who’s good enough to pass the gates. But in reality, the only password is the word ‘sinner’ and we all share it. Our goal, to be free of it once and for all; to throw away the rule book and be loved by a God who ‘keeps no record of wrongs.’

But it seems to me that another club is the sneering elite of the skeptics, and that those who seek to cling to their faith are the ones left out in the cold, blamed for the world’s ills, ridiculed for believing in the good parts of their antiquated faith.

For both sides love is demanded. For Christianity love is commanded. Of course tolerance, say both. The one says there are no sinners but those who say the word ‘sinners.’ The other says equality comes from the baseline of common humanity. We all fall short, not just in our sex lives but in many other ways. And we all, whether or not we choose to accept it, judge others by our own rule book.

Jesus said, first commandment, Love God. And the second is like it; Love Your Neighbor. Ah, said those standing by him, but who is your neighbor? And so Jesus told the story of the Good Samaritan.

A man lie bloody and squishy looking beside the highway. First to walk by, the religious scion of society; a priest. ‘Eww,’ he said, and passed by on the other side of the road. Second to walk by, religious scion number two, a Levite. He passed by as well. And third to come along, the Samaritan, who, even more than base Gentiles was snubbed by the Jews of the time. And what did the Samaritan do? He cared. He stopped and showed compassion, he was gentle and tended to the man’s wounds. He carried him to a safe haven and paid for all of his care.

In short, who passed the test of love?

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. Galations 5: 22, 23

This is the real rule book of Christianity.

The Patience of Husbands


Oh yes the man had to wait for me;

Sit through hours of hyperbole;

til I passed from teen to twenty;

And then to twenty-five.

My fingers always fumbling;

long legs always bumbling;

Laughing, fretting, gesturing;

Til we could see eye-to-eye.

How could I not love a man like that;

Who picks up debris that I knock flat;

waiting thru a thousand times, ‘I’ll get to that’;

until I listen instead of speak.

(But let’s be honest here: he’s still waiting for that.)