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Teaser Tuesday: No Touch Monkey

Teaser Tuesdays by: Should Be Reading

Flip to a random page anywhere in your current read and copy down two (2) “teaser” sentences.  Share the title and author and then post your teasers in the comment section of this week’s Teaser Tuesdays at Should Be Reading!



No Touch Monkey: And Other Travel Lessons Learned Too Late

No Touch Monkey!: And Other Travel Lessons Learned Too Late


Ayun Halliday


[pg. 117]  Just as the finish line appeared on the horizon, I lost my balance, my windmilling arms hurled the flashlight to its death on the cement floor, and I unleashed a torrent of pee on my sarong.  Remembering the scene where John Malkovich dies of dysentery in The Sheltering Sky, I reminded myself that it could be worse.


I have one more chapter to read of this hilarious travel book, so stay tuned for my review!


Teaser Tuesday: Grounded

Teaser Tuesdays by: Should Be Reading

Flip to a random page anywhere in your current read and copy down two (2) “teaser” sentences.  Share the title and author and then post your teasers in the comment section of this week’s Teaser Tuesdays at Should Be Reading!



Grounded: A Down to Earth Journey Around the World

Grounded: A Down to Earth Journey Around the World


Seth Stevenson


[pg. 107]  “What does it taste like?” I inquire.

“You know how sometimes a bad batch of moonshine can make you go blind?” she asks me.

“Yes,” I answer.

“This tastes like blind.”

It’s Monday! What Are you Reading?: NaNo Novel Excerpt

It’s Monday!  What Are You Reading?  by  Book Journey

I have many books on my TBR list but it’s hard to keep up my word count in NaNo, let alone read while I’m trying to write 50,000 words!

So for today’s Monday reading, I will instead give you an excerpt from my NaNo novel.

Enjoy and remember that critique is always welcome!


Lola loved these days with her father, the days where they roamed the streets, finding neat treasures that connected the present to the past.  Because the Great Havoc lasted for 7 years, seven years which consisted of people fleeing, leaving anything they couldn’t carry behind, the government did not bother to clean up the mess that was left after those long years.

Thirty-three years later, and the streets were still littered with things.  Mostly new trash though, and yes, the new things were trash, however if you looked deep enough into old abandoned buildings, or trekked to places where no one had been in years, then you would still find artifacts from the Great Havoc, all those years ago.

They continued on walking, occasionally stepping over sleeping bodies wrapped in bulky sleeping bags, resting over steaming manholes, trying to stay warm during the chilly morning.  Lola’s father held his daughter’s hand tight, and she squeezed his back, trying to tell him that she appreciated his protection.


*Note: The words above are my own: © Kalie Lyn, 2011.*

Greetings 20K, You Are Much Welcomed!

Well, I am proud and relieved to say that I have reached 20K.  For me, this is an achievement in its self.

I was in the zone today with my writing, new ideas, characters and twists flowing from my brain into my laptop.  A love interest happened unexpectedly between my FMC, Lola, and her best friend, Elle’s brother, Karim.  It happened randomly but I am taking it all with stride, interested to see how everything turns out.

So, to give you a little sneak preview of the 20,000 words I wrote, here is an excerpt from my story.

Critique is welcomed!


Dear Journal,                                                                                                November, 2020

While I address this to a journal, these notes are not for my own benefit, are not for me to remember.  I will probably never be able to forget what has happened, what continues to happen, so I won’t need reminding.

No, this journal is for you reader, whomever you are.  This is for you to know, to understand what has happened, and continues to happen.  This journal is for you to see what I see, what I am witnessing.  While it isn’t a pretty sight, and I am sorry for that, someone, anyone, needs to know what has happened to our wonderful planet, our world. 

I can picture aliens: beings from another planet, another existence, mocking us, watching our world crumble as they observe from theirs.  I would not be surprised.  I would do the same thing if I was in their position.  The world we humans have created is not a perfect one in the very least.  It is not a strong one, a united one.  In all reality, our world is slowly breaking, and soon, it will become exhausted, Mother Nature tired of trying to support our infinite needs.  And she will self-destruct, sacrificing herself in order to no longer be the platform of our chaos.

However, do not get me wrong.  The world was never strong in the first place.  There has always been violence, always been control, and always been destruction; albeit slow destruction.  Now, the process has sped up, it is tired of waiting, and now we are spiraling out of control, our hands no longer able to break our falls, we will crash face first.

You must understand that I know I am sounding extremely pessimistic, extremely negative.  However, you also must understand what I have seen with my own two eyes, what I have experienced and witnessed, what I wish I could erase from my memory. Then you will understand why I’m so cynical, sounding so much like an old morose woman and less like what I am: a healthy fifty year old.

Even though everything that surrounds me at this time is hideous – a skeleton of the world that was – I have had a good and beautiful life; a life full of surprises, joys, of hopes and dreams.  For that reason, the reason of my past life, I have also enclosed in this plastic bag, and next to these sorrowful writings, a video camera with tapes.  On those tapes you will observe simpler and better times, times which marked important and lovely moments in my life.  Because the details of these writings will be so horrific and downright miserable to read, I wanted to provide you with just a little bit of happiness and relief. 

And please, I beg of you to please think and imagine me during the times of the tapes.  Do not get to know me through these writings, because the words I write and describe aren’t me, the woman I really am.  Remember my smile on the camera, not my tear drops on these pages.  Remember the sound of my laugh, not the rips of the paper from my scribbles.  Remember the relationships I cherished with my loved ones you meet on the videos, not the relationship I form with this pencil and parchment.

If you can do that for me, remember me how you see me, not read me, then I thank you for that.  I thank you for taking the time to watch my life, and to read my sorrows.  I hope that you, my reader, will never experience what you are about to read from me, what I am experiencing as I write this.  I also hope that we will never meet, because if we do, that means that you are here during this horrible time, a time I hope is long gone when you exist.

So, I bury this journal and this camera, and I will come every night to update my writings, to continue this horrible tale, and rebury it before the sun shines, before day breaks.  And when the writings stop, and you are left with only blank pages and old images of my past, then you must know that I have shared all there is for me and my time here on earth.

Now, shall we begin?


Happy Writing to the rest of you!  


*Note: The words above are my own: © Kalie Lyn, 2011.*

NaNo, Thank You for Not Killing Me Yet

It’s November 1st, the first day of NaNoWriMo, and while I haven’t reached my 1,635 word goal today, I feel exhilarated because what I do have, is working out so far!

I thought I would share my prologue with you all.


He adjusted the camera’s lens until it was completely focused on her, until every kinky strand of brown hair she was trying to pat down could be seen perfectly clear.  Her eyes were staring on the floor as she thought about what she was about to do, what this video meant.  She remembered watching just days ago, on the same video camera that was now pointing at her, the videos of happy people in better times.  She wanted to recreate those years, to recreate what those people were feeling during that greater time.

Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Malakai raise his hand, the sign that he and his camera were ready for her.  Her eyes lifted from the floor, and reached the camera’s lens.  She could see her reflection, the same sad face that she saw every day in the mirror.  This is it, she thought.  It’s now or never.

Malakai brought up three fingers, slowly putting one finger down after the other.  When he reached one finger left, she took a deep breath, and exhaled as that last finger pointed at her.

“Hi.”  Her voice broke on the ‘i’, and she looked from the camera to Malakai for reassurance.  He nodded his head, encouraging her to go on.

“Hi.  My name is Lola, and I am a third generation Upset,” she paused, staring deeper into the lens, focusing all her energy on her next words.  “And this is our revolution.”


So, what do you think?  Thoughts, comments, and critiques are welcome!

How is everyone else’s first day going?!

*Note: The above writing is © Kalie Lyn, 2011.