Our second meeting went monumentally better than the first one. We got to sit and chat about last months book, which gave everyone thoughts of forgiveness, strength, and hope. The next book was chosen and it’s one that I’ve read before. I’m happy about this because I get to share a book I really liked with others.
Not only that, we needed something different this go around. We’ve had miscarriage, abortion, bad parenting, strength, divorce and a host of other strenuous topics. I’m glad we got to choose a good old fashioned psychological thriller. We need a break from life. For most, reading does that for us. I definitely don’t want to spend all of my time reading tough and emotionally triggering books.
So…Our September book is:
by James Patterson and David Ellis
Have you read this book? Did you like it? Hate it? Learn from it? Leave a comment below! If you haven’t, feel free to join us this month and in the end for the discussion.
Everyone thinks Emmy Dockery is crazy. Obsessed with finding the link between hundreds of unsolved cases, Emmy has taken leave from her job as an FBI researcher. Now all she has are the newspaper clippings that wallpaper her bedroom, and her recurring nightmares of an all-consuming fire.
Not even Emmy’s ex-boyfriend, field agent Harrison “Books” Bookman, will believe her that hundreds of kidnappings, rapes, and murders are all connected. That is, until Emmy finds a piece of evidence he can’t afford to ignore. More murders are reported by the day-and they’re all inexplicable. No motives, no murder weapons, no suspects. Could one person really be responsible for these unthinkable crimes?
Link to Book
I have been having a tough time getting back into a work out routine, lately, and I can’t put a finger on exactly why. All I know is that the motivation to actually go to the gym has gone.
But that’s about to change. I’ve put my foot down, to myself, and decided that I WILL be going to Barcelona next year. By that time, I want to be fit, living a healthy life and comfortable in a bikini. I have no designs to be ‘skinny’ but I want to build muscle and tone.
I also believe that doing yoga helps me center myself and delve into areas of my mind I don’t normally go. I will be doing NaNoWriMo and I’m very excited. I plan to do a psychological thriller (with a bit of romance, of course) and as this one is a bit more sinister, I NEED to go into that dark place.
Anyway, so I did the first session of 30 Day Yoga, after I did my ab workout, and I loved it. The instructor is great, she has a nice voice and she lead the session well. I plan to write other posts following my sessions but, trust me, they will not be as long as this one! At the end of the post is the link to the video that I used, if you do this one, let me know how it goes and join me for the rest of the month! (Session 1 = September 4th)
The thing that I did not like is that my belly is still bloated. One heavy breath and my hard lines become mush. I did not like the fact that during the flat back I almost threw up, pressing my belly against my thighs. I did not like the fact that it’s almost impossible to rock back and hold. I did not like the fact that I struggled going from downward dog to runners lunge. I did not like the fact that I could barely hold a position because I only do yoga in the park every other Sunday and have not yet gained the level of stamina and balance that’s required when doing basic positions comfortably and…and..and..
I could go on and on but instead I will make myself a promise. I promise to take better care of your body. I promise to go through the 30 Day Yoga until the very end. I promise to make an effort to tone my body, build muscle and create a fitness routine that is conducive to my Barcelona Goals!
Link To Video
One of the new things I’ve read about, in my CW book so far, is writing from memory, short and long term. Writing from your own thoughts, and memories, can allow you to speak from your own voice and avoid the foreign ‘writerly tone’ some use to meet a reader’s expectations.
One prompt, in the book, said to take a very small memory (nothing extravagant or life altering) and write it down. Start with the words: “I don’t know why I remember…” and just let the words flow. Below is my first attempt at the writing prompt. Enjoy!
I Don’t Know Why I Remember
I don’t know why I remember the car ride Tony and I took back when he lived in Davenport. We were in the old, rust red Camry, pulling over at a gas station smack in the middle of nowhere. Half afraid to get out of the car and half excited to just be. Despite his complaints, I bought a bag of sunflower seeds. One empty cup, that hung out with the rest of the rubbish at our feet, worked as a spit cup and clutched companion. The weather is perfect. Florida weather. Weather we moved here for.
A thick breeze blows by and I dangle one hand out the window, wrist bent backwards, fingers flapping like a rubber glove. Our inside joke. I giggle and he looks over with a special shine to his eyes. He gaffs, and laughs at the sight, before his eyes briefly meet mine. It’s happy here, in this place of in between. The jilt of the car, sweetness of new love and the crack of the seed’s shell between my teeth.
It feels like home.