Party Prep


I’ve been riding around town in my wheelchair collecting gift cards, coupons, and other tokens of appreciation for the wives and kids of the Moore Police Department.

On August 2nd, I’m throwing them a party.


GameStop donated some minifigures which I think I’m going to paint a little star on and give them to the kids as “heroes to hold” when their dads are gone being heroes elsewhere.

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My kind of autograph


Ok, so some of the agents and publishers had a q&a time and I asked something like at what point in the writing of my manuscript should I start pitching it? The overwhelming answer was wait until it is completed. 

So, my problem was that I didn’t have a finished manuscript, but the conference was now, and I have an idea for a book I think would be a perfect fit for Dark House Press.

My solution? I asked for and received Richard Thomas’ autograph on this:

  
I told him I wanted him to remember the crazy crippled girl who made him sign a waiver. I’ll send a copy of it with my book when I finally finish it. 

Dreaming


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You raped me.

You held me down and tore my clothes and

Saved me.

You brought me to the edge of death and

Changed me.

My life before right now was all a dream.

I want you.

The kind of want that hurts so much,

Consuming.

I hunger for your painful touch.

It scares me.

But it’s okay, I can pretend that it is all a dream.

Don’t wake me.

I can change it, make it nice.

Tenderize.

Savory with just a hint of spice.

Join me.

We’ll dine on lust and love like a good dream.

Freeing.

The soft caress on longing skin.

Was magic.

But there’s no need to start again.

It’s over.

You played a special part of someone’s dream.

Move on now.

It’s time for you to run along.

Don’t be sad.

There is an end to every song.

It was nice.

The fading memory of a whirlwind dream.

Is it illegal to dance in your wheelchair in the middle of the road?


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Apparently…yes. My latest run in with the police verified that (you’re welcome, street dancers).

I’ll set the scene for you.

Late night, quiet street, slightly high crippled chick. It was perfectly quiet, calm and serene. Except the music blaring from my phone. The street was empty. The speed limit was like 35 on that road, so I probably would have managed to get out of the way if a car had happened to come by. Ok, maybe not, but I was living life to the fullest.

I had just gotten done playing a few hours of BINGO. I had won absolutely nothing like every other time I’ve gone there, but who’s counting?

I was happy. It was my night out. I was alone, I smoked a little grass after leaving the place and was in the mood to rock and roll. Sidewalks are great for daytime wheelchair outings, but I wanted to try some dance moves with my wheelchair. You know, swerving side to side, twirling around, etc. I figured the world was my playground, everyone was asleep or filming the crazy wheelchair chick through their windows as I passed by. That, and the traffic cams, was just a passing thought as I moved my chair to the rhythm of the night. It was great. Until the suburban came…

I dutifully got off to the side of the road, but the vehicle pulled into a nearby store location and turned its disco ball on for me. Ok, so they were police lights, but it should have been a disco ball. Anyway, I’ll try to paraphrase as much as I can remember of the conversation:

Officer: What are you doing?

Me: Dancing.

Officer: In the middle of the street?

Me: Yes, but there’s no one out here. It’s perfect, I love being out at night, I was playing BINGO,  etc.

Officer: Does your husband and kids know where you are? (Apparently we had met before)

Me: They know I was playing BINGO.

Officer: What if some drunk had come down the road? There’s no way you could move fast enough.

Me: Fair point, I’m sorry, I’ll try to be a good girl and stay on sidewalks wherever they are available, but since you’re here, I need to talk to you about something else.

Officer: Go on.

Me: I’m glad that you know me (he had mentioned my husband, kids, even knew where I lived). The other day some kid yelled out “run Forrest, run” at me. It was funny, but it made me think, what if some night a few troublesome teens see me as an easy target. I need the whole police department to be kind of aware of the fact that there’s this crazy wheelchair girl who likes to go out at night.

Officer: You want us all to know you’re crazy?

Me: No, yes, well, I want you to know I’m out here, so I was thinking I should do or say something that you would tell your buddies about, and soon word would spread through the department and all the officers would keep a better eye out for me. I was thinking…You all confiscated some of my marijuana a while ago and I was wondering if I could get it back.

Officer: I wouldn’t ask for your weed back.

Me: Oh, you could sneak it out for me?

Officer: Please try to be careful out there.

It was so funny, the whole thing. Of course I was high at the time, so that helped.

In other news, I’m entering a huge poetry contest either today or tomorrow, so wish me luck!