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Friday, August 28, 2015

The Unfit Author - July 13 - 19, 2015


Below are the songs I danced to 7/13/2015:
Duration Song and Artist Time
5:43 Smoke on the Water – Deep Purple 12:12 PM
3:36 Washed by the Water – Need2Breathe 1:47
9:19

Below are the songs I danced to 7/14/2015:
Duration Song and Artist Time
4:00 Give Up – Claws 10:37 AM
7:16 The Balvenie – Josh Turner 11:25
5:48 Love of my Life – Santana 10:38 PM
17:04

Below are the songs I danced to 7/15/2015:
Duration Song and Artist Time
Writing Group today. I came home too tired to dance.

Below are the songs I danced to 7/16/2015:
Duration Song and Artist Time
3:32 Brother – Need2Breathe 10:54 AM
3:56 Love Me Again – John Neuman 10:58
4:13 Ballroom Thieves – Vampire 11:37
3:38 Flower – Cody Simpson 1:15 PM
3:13 Rumble and Sway – Jamie N Commons 5:04
15:00 Stretched 10:46
32:52

Below are the songs I danced to 7/17/2015:
Duration Song and Artist Time
3:58 Freedom – Anthony Hamilton 11:06 PM
4:23 Don't You Forget – Simple Minds 12:01
8:21

Below are the songs I danced to 7/18/2015:
Duration Song and Artist Time
4:40 Somebody Else – JJ Grey 12:09 PM
3:53 Crazy – CeeLo Green 9:55
8:33

Below are the songs I danced to 7/19/2015:
Wasn't feeling that well, also busy writing.
Duration Song and Artist Time
3:45 Do You Love Me – Guster 3:54 PM
3:31 Broken – Need2Breathe 6:39


© Dellani Oakes 2015

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

I Love Dialogue from How Far is Heaven?

Hal Garrow is a struggling musician. He meets Maeve Tierney quite by accident one day, and they hit it off. Their first date is coffee, followed by sandwiches. This is their second date, at a local restaurant where his ex-girlfriend, Stephanie, works. Stephanie is an unusual woman, very up front, boiserous and just shy of crazy.

Stephanie brought their food a few minutes later. The tray was full and she balanced it like a pro. Maeve couldn't help noticing and asked how long she'd been working as a waitress.
"Oh, I've waited tables since I was a kid," she answered blithely. "My folks have a restaurant that caters to a very trendy crowd. I used to sing and wait tables, all of us did. I have six siblings," she explained to Maeve. "Hal met my nutty family last Christmas. Crazy as loons, all of them."
"But fun," Hal added, cutting her off before she got too into her tale. "In a totally chaotic fashion."
Her family was pretty nuts and she could go on about it for a long time. He wanted time with Maeve, minus Stephanie and her lunatic parents and siblings.
"Fun and chaotic," Stephanie agreed. "And that's my cue to strut my muscular ass back to the kitchen and not bug you until you're done eating." She bent over to whisper to Maeve, giving Hal a great view of her tight ass. "One thing you can say for the man, he's subtle. See how he gave me the brush off without saying, Steph, go blow? Very classy." She leaned closer to Maeve's ear, her stage whisper gauged to carry to Hal's sharp ears. "He loves it if you lick his neck from his Adam's apple to his earlobe. He's totally delicious. Just wait and see."
"How do you know I haven't already?" Maeve asked playfully.
"Because if you had, you wouldn't be sitting on the other side of the table," Stephanie answered quickly. "You'd be sitting next to him with your hand in his lap, eating quickly so you could get back to bed. In fact, I doubt you'd be here talking to me. You'd be grinding away somewhere, moaning loudly and screaming his name over and over." She made a few moans and groans, gasping and squeaking playfully, gyrating her hips.
Hal popped her on the ass, jerking his head for her to go back to the kitchen. She leaned over and kissed his cheek.
"Treat her right, baby."
"I plan to eventually, Steph. Give me time. This is only our second date."
"I regret only one thing," she said with a dramatic sigh.
"What's that?" Maeve couldn't help interrupting the exchange.
"That the chick I'm dating right now isn't built like him."
Running her hand from his shoulder to his belt, she massaged his broad chest, whimpering. With a swish of her apron, she walked back to the kitchen, strutting her stuff for the entire restaurant to appreciate.
Laughing, Maeve almost spewed her coffee as Hal blushed a deep, dark, furious red. He wanted to hide his head, try and pretend she hadn't said that, but he couldn't. There was no way to make it go away. He thought about apologizing for Stephanie, but that wasn't really necessary. She was being blunt and honest. In short, she was being herself, nearly as crazy as her family.
"I'm so sorry to laugh," Maeve gasped. "But she's completely horrified you. I can't help it. I don't mean to. . . ."
"Laugh at my pain. Gotcha. Although we get along great, she's my most embarrassing ex," he admitted. "The others are very tame in comparison."
"A lioness in heat would be tame in comparison," Maeve laughed loudly, covering her mouth with her napkin.
"Oh, God. The imagery that conjures up! But true."
"She's successfully made me very curious," Maeve said with a sly wink. "I can only imagine what I'm missing sitting here having a meal instead of being in bed with you."
"Eventually, perhaps you'll find out," he smirked as he took a sip of his drink. "I don't mind sharing the joy, that's if you don't mind that she had me first."
Maeve giggled, sobering slightly. "I don't mind. I have no claim on you, Hal. Who you used to sleep with doesn't matter."
"You can claim me if you want," he said softly. "In fact, I'd be flattered."
"I'd like that," she smiled. "I'd like that a lot. And the same applies," she murmured, dropping her head.


Friday, August 21, 2015

The Unfit Author - July 6 - July 12, 2015

Below are the songs I danced to 7/6/2015:
Duration Song and Artist Time
4:50 Uptown Funk – Bruno Mars 4:08
3:57 Pick Up the Pieces – Average White Band 5:28
3:40 Another One Bites the Dust – Queen 6:34
11:47

Below are the songs I danced to 7/7/2015:
Duration Song and Artist Time
6:33 Dug in Deep – Atomic Sherpas 12:57 PM
20:00 Stretched 9:07
26:33

Below are the songs I danced to 7/8/2015:
Duration Song and Artist Time
3:10 Don't Wanna Fight – Alabama Shakes 11:18 AM

Below are the songs I danced to 7/9/2015:
Duration Song and Artist Time
6:00 Sco's Cover – Atomic Sherpas 11:28 AM
3:30 Kiss – Tom Jones 3:52 PM
9:30

Below are the songs I danced to 7/10/2015:
Duration Song and Artist Time
4:55 Number Nine – Moon Hooch 11:12 AM
3:03 Clackin' Heels – He's My Brother, She's My Sister 12:35 PM
4:18 On Your Way down – Theresa Anderson 1:37
6:47 Library – Stop Light Observations 2:10
6:06 Every Minute – JJ Grey and Mofro 5:07
20:00 Stretched 8:25
44:30

Below are the songs I danced to 7/11/2015:
Forgot earlier in the day, got busy
Duration Song and Artist Time
5:55 Criminal – Revivalists 3:24 PM
4:33 Zion – Fluke 4:39
3:59 Give Up – Claws 5:49
20:00 stretched 7:13
33:47

Below are the songs I danced to 7/12/2015:
Duration Song and Artist Time
3:39 Twitch and tug – Hugo 11:22 AM
4:30 Uptown Funk – Bruno Mars 12:50 PM
3:51 It's All Over – Dan Skinner 1:54
4:41 Somebody Else – JJ Grey 3:02
4:09 Navigate Below – Revivalists 4:11
2:47 Under the Boardwalk – Josh Turner 5:30
3:46 Murder of Crows – Lindi Ortega 8:33
6:54 Picking Up the Pieces – Daryl Hall 9:23
32:17

© Dellani Oakes 2015

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

I Love Dialogue! Call Me - excerpt 3

Rhys Fletcher is a police detective who finds himself in a fix. He's in charge of a simple case, the theft of a cell phone. Unfortunately, it blossoms into something more rather unexpectedly. He's no longer investigating a theft, now it's multiple homicide. The prime suspect? His girlfriend, Moira. This scene takes place before their lives go to hell. It is the night of their second date, the beachside festival lighting the city Christmas lights.

Finally ready, she went into the living room. Rhys had made himself comfortable on her couch, a book in his hands. He marked the place with his finger as he stood.
"You look stunning. Red is decidedly your color." He pulled her close to kiss her. "You shrank."
"Two inch heel rather than four."
"Ooh. I knew I wasn't that blind. Like the shoes!" He knelt at her feet, touching the dark red suede. He ran his fingers up the side, fondling the bow at the back, moving slowly across the sole before caressing the top of her foot.
"Are you one of those weird foot fetish people?" Moira didn't know whether to be disgusted for flattered.
"Will you get mad if I say yes?"
"Depends on what you like to do to feet."
Rhys grinned, dusting his hands on his jeans. "Can I wash?"
She pointed to a half bath under the stairs. "You didn't answer me."
"Trying to come up with a reply that doesn't make me sound like a perv." He washed and dried his hands. "I like shoes. I like red. I think red shoes are sexy. I think women who wear red shoes are sexy. Therefore, I think you're damn sexy, with or without your red shoes."
Moira nodded, listening intently. "Thank you. I think you're pretty sexy too, even if you have a shoe fetish."
"I don't have a shoe fetish."
"Yeah? If we had sex tonight—which I am not saying we are, so don't get so happy—would you want the shoes on or off?"
"Depends. Are we in bed or somewhere else in the house?"
"Living room."
"On." He moved closer.
"Kitchen."
"Oooh, really?" He raised his eyebrows. "On." His chest pressed hard against hers.
"Bedroom?"
"In the bed or against the wall?" His arms went around her, his hands dropping to her rear.
"Either—wall."
"Decidedly on. Pants around my ankles, and those sexy heels digging into my ass." He squeezed her butt with both hands, pressing in and up so her hips rubbed invitingly against his. "And if we're not making love tonight, please don't tease me with this anymore."
"I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't tease, but it's so much fun dirty-flirting with you."
"I don't know whether to be flattered or annoyed." He nuzzled her neck.
"Be flattered, please. I don't want you annoyed. I haven't flirted or dated in such a long time. I forget the boundaries."
Rhys nibbled her earlobe. "No boundaries," he mumbled against her throat. "No limits. No pressure. I can wait, Moira. As long as it takes. Just try not to get me too worked up before we go out. It's kind of embarrassing to go in public with a hard on."
Moira giggled, bringing his face level with hers. She pouted her lips like the girl had earlier. "I promise to behave, if you do."
"I'll do my best. I make no guarantees. I'm single and it's been awhile."
Moira rubbed her lipstick off his cheeks with her thumb. "Define awhile."
"You the debate coach?"
"Yes. How did you know?"
"Lucky guess. Define awhile?" He raised his eyes, thinking, mumbling as he counted. "God, really that long? Shit! Three months. What's wrong with me?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing." She giggled when he pressed her ass again.
"I was waiting for the right woman to come along. Then all of a sudden, she dropped from the sky, right into my lap."
"Lucky girl."
"I like to think so. And I'm a damn lucky man."
"I like to think so."
© 2015 Dellani Oakes


Friday, August 14, 2015

Unfit Author - June 29 - July 5, 2015

I've missed posting this a week or so. I lost track of how many posts ahead I'd scheduled, and I was behind on my typing. No excuse, really, but you'll be glad to know that I forgot to type it up because I was writing. I finished a couple old books I had kicking around, and began and finished a new one as well!


Below are the songs I danced to 6/29/2015:
Duration Song and Artist Time
20:00 Stretched Didn't record time

Below are the songs I danced to 6/30/2015:
Duration Song and Artist Time
4:36 Corazon Espinado – Santana 11:39 AM
3:50 Fuck You – Cee Lo Green 12:49 PM
3:13 Rumble & Sway – Jamie N Commons 2:46
3:26 Batuka – Santana 3:48
3:09 Jungle – Jamie N Commons 10:46
17:34

Below are the songs I danced to 7/1/2015:
Duration Song and Artist Time
20:00 Stretched 10:58 – 11:18 PM

Below are the songs I danced to 7/2/2015:
Duration Song and Artist Time
Felt like forever! Walked in the heat on DSC campus with my son.
4:26 Jingo – Santana 5:03 PM
8:16 Dance Sister Dance – Santana 10:06
12:42

Below are the songs I danced to 7/3/2015:
Duration Song and Artist Time
4:36 Corazon Espinado – Santana 11:00 AM
6:49 Happier Times – Joe Bonamassa 12:07 PM
3:00 Spread Your Love – Black Rebel Motorcycle Club 3:44
4:00 7 Nation Army – White Stripes 12:00 AM
18:25

Below are the songs I danced to 7/4/2015:
Duration Song and Artist Time
3:55 Deep Inside – Incubus 11:25 AM
4:03 Money for Nothing – Dire Straits 12:37 PM
3:59 Give Up – Claws 1:48
11:17

Below are the songs I danced to 7/5/2015:
Duration Song and Artist Time
4:12 Weapon for Saturday – Lolo 12:51 PM
Had company and bad weather.


Tuesday, August 11, 2015

I Love Dialogue! Call Me - Excerpt 2

Moira Crane is an English teacher at the high school. Shortly after her phone is stolen, she finds herself embroiled in a nightmarish reality. She's been accused of murdering her five close friends, other teachers with whom she worked. Unfortunately, the detective in charge of the case has been dating Moira.

His boss, Lieutenant Ritchie joined Rhys in the hallway. "My office."
Rhys followed his lieutenant to the large, glassed in room. Ritchie closed the vertical blinds before rounding on his detective.
"You'll recuse yourself immediately, Detective Fletcher."
"I can do this, sir. This is my case."
"Now it's someone else's. If you're in charge, the DA can kiss it goodbye. Chain of evidence is tainted. You don't want me to remove you. That would get ugly."
"I didn't do anything wrong."
"You're shtupping the prime suspect in this case."
"We're not having sex, sir. And when I asked her out, she was a victim, not a suspect. Her only crime was getting involved with Nestor Montoya. I wouldn't be surprised if he's behind all this."
"Why?"
"To get back at Moira for leaving him."
"You really think he's that petty?"
"Have you read the jacket on Montoya? He's fucking crazy. I don't mean amusingly eccentric like my Great Uncle Boyd who thinks he's Santa Claus. I'm talking bat-shit crazy—violently so. I have to stay on this, Lieutenant."
"Make me a good case, Rhys."
"To protect Moira from Nestor Montoya."
"Other people work in this department, son," Ritchie said gently.
"They don't have my unique background, sir."
There was a long pause. Rhys stood quietly, waiting. He watched the lieutenant's face go through emotional jumping jacks.
"A defense lawyer could rip you to shreds based on the kiss and the dancing alone. Any evidence would have to be irrefutable so a judge can't throw it out."
"Then we'd better get irrefutable evidence, sir."
"I'll let the interview continue. But I withhold the right to jerk a knot in your ass at any time."
"Yes, sir. I respectfully request that additional security be added to the station."
"Why?" Ritchie's eyes narrowed.
"Because I think Montoya is crazy, arrogant and stupid enough to come at us. At least here we can see him coming."
The lieutenant leaned over the over the desk as he eyed his detective. "Are you telling me what I think you are?"
Fletcher's chin came up his face guarded. "Depends on what you think—sir."
"You arrested that girl to protect her. You don't think she's guilty, you think Montoya's after her. Why didn't you just put her under our protection?"
"I think further interrogation will reveal that, sir."
"Son, you're crazier than Mazie. Fine, you talk to her. But if you haven't noticed, boy, that girl hates your guts."
"Better that than dead," Rhys mumbled.

© 2015 Dellani Oakes


Tuesday, August 04, 2015

I Love Dialogue - Katie B.

This story hasn't got a proper title, but its working title is Katie B. after the main character (real name Kathleen Bonaparte) The following are the first 2 pages of the story. I not only like the dialogue, I like the narrative. Within the first 30 seconds of writing this book, I absolutely loved Katie. She totally nailed this scene.

Candlelight cast a flickering, golden glow over white table tops. China, crystal, real silverware, graced the tablecloth. Jon and I sat in blissful silence, listening to live chamber music as we waited for our meal. Closing my eyes, I let my senses catch up. This was far too much—overwhelming, but Jon had insisted. Our anniversary should be special. The commemoration of our first date was something he usually forgot. I was thrilled this year that he remembered. I always do, but for the last four years, he's treated it like no big thing.
Of course, our circumstances were far different then. Both poor college students, living on a tight budget, we couldn't afford much. He paid for the movie and I paid for our snacks. We split the cost of a simple dinner. We smuggled drinks and candy in my handbag, but bought a small popcorn to share. For me, that night was magical and it was followed by more of the same. The only night more special was the one where we made love for the first time. I was a virgin and I gave myself to him. I don't think he appreciated or valued my gift as much as I did, but men rarely do. What we value so highly, they're ready to give away with the first drop of their trousers.
Our appetizers had arrived, a delicately flavored artichoke soup, when Mina Stevens surged up to our table. She's like a big, four masted ship—just swoops in at full sail. Not that she's fat, she's tall, bony, imposing, and is usually wearing some sort of shawl draped around her. She came to roost at the edge of our table, claws extended. (I realize I've mixed metaphors, but defy anyone who knows her to describe it any other way.) Talons and teeth bared, she smiled at me with a predatory air. Her black hair piled on her head, gold threaded dress glittering like armor, she glared at me, jaw clenched. Her dark eyes skewered me, then moved to Jon. The smile and aspect changed. She was girlish, giddy, flirtatious.
Hello, Jon. I see you have your little friend by your side. How nice to see you, Kitty Bumpkiss.”
His fiancĂ©e, Kathleen Bonaparte....”
She waved her fingers at me to brush me off. I've tolerated Mina for three years, because she's the wife of Jon's boss. Jon is doing well at the company. I didn't want to ruin that by being rude, but she's a beast. Jon rose to greet her, kissing her hand. Blood red nails gently raked his skin as she let go.
Would you like to join us?” Jon offered.
Jon! This is our—”
Love to! Thank you!”
Jon must have expected this, because a waiter was ready with a chair and had it under her bony ass before she finished speaking.
Jon!” I yelped. Let me say right now that, although I'm an actress, I'm not a drama queen. I'm not prone to making a scene, unless it's scripted. I am a lady, after all, despite my lack of fortune. However, this behavior was rapidly burying my ladylike nature in a mountain of South Mississippi bitch.
When she sat, Mina took Jon's hand, holding it with great familiarity. He clasped hers with more affection than he ever held mine. My eyes focused on that for a long minute, before traveling the length of their arms to their faces.
Have you told her yet?” Mina asked, fluttering her eyelashes.
No, darling. I was waiting for you.”
Mina turned to me, fangs bared, lips drawn back as if she were going to bite me any second. “Jon and I are getting married,” she announced with a sneer. “I've divorced the moron, taken his half of the company, and Jon is going to run it for me. As for you—buh-bye!” She waved her fingers at me with an air of dismissal.
You whore!” I growled, glaring at Jon. “You unmitigated bastard!” In full voice, I stood, throwing my napkin on the table.
Every head in the place turned to me, glowering. No one spoke above a refined whisper, but the volume was rising.
You brought me here so I wouldn't make a scene, you Yankee Wanker!” I bellowed. Ain't no one can project like a redneck actress from Natchez. “And you, Ms. Pootang!” I rounded on Mina. “I never liked you. I always thought Louie married way beneath him! And you both have the balls to throw this in my face on our anniversary! Is she paying for this meal?” I demanded of Jon, not waiting for an answer. “Cause it just got more expensive!” I shoved the table. Crystal glasses went flying. China crashed to the floor, soup slopped, landing in Mina's lap.
Holding myself with dignity, I spoke to the others in the restaurant, “I apologize to those whose more civilized dinner was interrupted by this scene. I've just been cast aside by Jon Harrison, in lieu of Mina Stevens. I humbly wish you a good night,” I said, letting my Southern accent layer my words.
The maitre d' approached, fluttering as he tried to tell me to leave. I held up a hand to stop his babble.
I'm going,” I assured him, with a toss of my head. I took the bottle of expensive wine and emptied it over Jon's head, dropping the bottle on his dick. “The whore will pay for it,” I said as I strutted out.
The room erupted with talk, then one pair of hands started clapping, then three, then the roomful. Keeping my face impassive, I stalked out the door, collected Jon's Corvette from the valet and drove home. I managed to hold it together long enough to enter the parking garage. I slid into our assigned spot, purposely sideswiping the car next to us, jumping the curb to slam into the wall. Jon's vintage Corvette made a sickening crunch as it hit the concrete wall.


© 2015 Dellani Oakes