Head to Desk

for the 5000th time this year.

100 words written, read (no kidding) about 15 times, tweaked (a lot), published.

Come back 25 minutes later, reread and see: you’re for your.

Gremlins or fatigue…take your pick, but still a bruised forehead.

On another note, thanks to those of you who expressed your opinion on my color scheme. As you will have noticed, I am almost back to where I was last year at this time. Is that progression or regression?






Friday Fictioneers for 5/26/2017


The teenagers called me “crazy artist lady.”

The men loitering nearby called me worse when I refused their “offers.”

My lover called me stubborn for staying. “It’s not safe.”

I scoffed. “They’re just talk.”


I worked all day and into the evening, but flagged. Grabbing Gordo the Great Dane’s lead, we loped to the coffee shop; I hummed something cheery.

The barista smiled. “Your showing’s tomorrow?”

“Day after.”

“You must be excited.”

“And nervous.”


Red paint dripped down my door from the four-letter slur. Inside, three years of blown-glass artwork glittered in the light, innocently beautiful in its destruction.


end 5/24/2017

Sascha Darlington

Review of Worst Date Ever


Worst Date Ever

Melodie Campbell

Rapid Read Series

Raven Books

September 5, 2017

Blurb: Jennie has been a widow for two years. Her twelve-year-old son thinks it’s about time she started dating, and so does her best friend, Angela. So with Angela’s help, Jennie signs up to an online dating site. Within hours, she has several dates lined up for the week. Surely there will be one Prince Charming in the bunch. And if not, it’s only one date, right? How bad could it be? Continue reading

Quickie Poll: My Color Scheme

While I like my new color scheme (yep, obvious that), I am wondering if you find it hard to read. It’s more important that it’s readable to you than for me to sit here and think, I lurve purple and black…..

Thanks for participating.



amaranthine #amwriting #dVerse

Visit the underground at dVerse to join in.


manmade stairs
to subterranean cave

damp shroud
of chilled darkness

into the lava tube

murmurs molder

extinguishing light
I present alone

echoes consumed by
volcanic sarcophagi


end 5/23/2017

Sascha Darlington

Based on a visit to Lava Beds National Monument located in northeastern California.


Linc and Annie re-dreamed.

I jerk awake. Morning sunshine streams through the windows. Next to me Ry Cooper snores the sound of motorcycles speeding up on a highway. I stare at him as if I am seeing a ghost. My lips form his name. I shake my head and squeeze my eyes shut and then look again. No, that crazy cute (philandering?) man is lying next to me with his broad chest on display and looking really, really alive.

Was it all a dream?

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Music Lives #amwriting

My first quadrille thanks to the good folks at dVerse. If you want to join in, click on the link and read the instructions.


Music Lives

A chord cascades

in quiet

the sound of song


molding emotions

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