Friday, April 12, 2013
Kids, Kouch to Keg & Knight (Ciara that is)
When I was small, I was quite precocious... and an only child. When my cousins were visiting once and my aunt said 'come on, kids' and I said 'kids are baby goats'. As she tells it, she wanted to smack me. I'm sure I was quite precious. *shifty*
Kouch to Keg
This is my exercise team... two neighbors and I... at one time we were intent on building from walks to runs... we were doing the Couch to 5K program and stopped to talk to our neighbor Kevin... he asked what we were doing and we answered, 'Couch to 5K' and what Kevin heard (because Kevin's mind is OFTEN in the domain of beer) is Couch to Keg... we are a trio of women who, even when we DON'T exercise, still try to get together for wine once or twice a month, so we just thought the name fit... we have kept it.
Speaking of which, the Kouch to Keg team is getting going again on that Couch to 5 K thing... as soon as we feel safe it won't snow again. The way this year is looking, that will probably be July.
It's been a while since I caught up on what Ciara was up to and I feel terrible about it. It seems her writing stuff was really taking off about the time my life filled with non-writing challenges last year and she has done some FABULOUS stuff since then!
In particular, I am interested in her futuristic Neumarian Chronicles, so that is the blurb I am sharing.
The Great War of 2185 is over, but my nightmare has just begun. I am being held captive in the Queen’s ship awaiting interrogation. My only possible ally is the princess, but I’m unsure if she is really my friend or a trap set by the Queen to fool me into sharing the secret of my gift. A gift I keep hidden even from myself. It swirls inside my body begging for release, but it is the one thing the Queen can never discover. Will I have the strength to keep the secret? I’ll know the answer soon. If the stories are true about the interrogators, I’ll either be dead or a traitor to my people by morning.
Linky-bob to her books