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I Love Dialogue from How Far is Heaven

doodle banner I love dialogueHal 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, boisterous 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.

© 2016 Dellani Oakes

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Red River Radio Dellani’s Tea Time Presents Rene Urbanovich and Dominick Domingo

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Creativity is an amazing thing, fleeting, ephemeral, enthralling. What is it? Where does it come from? Is it the mythical muse or a source deep within? Join Dellani and Christina as they welcome Dominick Domingo, author and illustrator of the Nameless Prince and his talented sister, author and creativity coach, Rene Urbanovich.

Together, we will explore creativity, how to find it, how to keep it and, most importantly, how to embrace it. This will be not only an entertaining show, but very informative. Please join us TODAY at 4:00 PM Eastern time (3 Central, 2 Mountain, 1 Pacific) on Blog Talk Radio.


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For those of you who would like to hear Dominick’s other two interviews here on Dellani’s Tea Time, I’m sharing the links for you.

This is the show from October 8, 2012 with Dominick Domingo and Kai Strand http://www.blogtalkradio.com/rrradio/2012/10/08/rfk–dellanis-tea-time

This is the show from Monday, April 8, 2013 http://www.blogtalkradio.com/rrradio/2013/04/08/rfk–dellanis-tea-time


Joe Symes and the Loving Kind

Normally, I don’t feature musicians or bands on my blog, but I was fortunate enough to meet a member of this wonderful band through It Matters Radio a few weeks ago. I enjoyed talking to Colin in chat and decided to give their music a listen. I found some of their music and fell in love with it, so I decided to share them with you! I hope you will take a few minutes to read all about Joe Symes and the Loving Kind and listen to a few of their tunes. I know you won’t be disappointed! ~ Dellani


I found several of their videos on YouTube. This is one of my favorites. Enjoy Where Do I Belong?

Another really good one is World Out Your Window. To be honest, I’ve liked all the songs I’ve heard by this band. You can find out more about this band by checking their website Joe Symes and the Loving Kind.

Of course, coming from Liverpool, England, there are the inevitable comparisons between these gentlemen and another, outrageously famous, band from Liverpool. I have to admit that this song gives us a little bit of an early Beatles vibe. I think that’s one reason I like Fine Line so much, as I am an ardent Beatles fan. However, all that aside, I love the music and I know you will too. Look for and listen to Joe Symes and the Loving Kind!

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The Love Hate Challenge!

I have been challenged by my buddy Rami Ungar to participate in the Love/ Hate Challenge. To do this, I must list 10 things I love, and 10 things I hate. Then I have to challenge 10 other people to do the same thing. (My friends might never forgive me, but here goes!) Thank you, Rami. I know I’ll have fun with this.

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First, the 10 things I love:

1. I LOVE my family. They make me crazy in the extreme, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything. Besides, they have given me inspiration and encouragement with my writing, so I really want to put them first.

2. I love to write, I write to live. Telling stories comes to me as naturally as breathing. I can’t imagine not writing stories. If I had to stop for some reason, I truly believe it would kill me.Ocean & Sailboat

3. I love the ocean, but I can’t enjoy it like I used to. However, living near it and knowing I can go when I feel up to it, is important to me. There is an amazing energy and draw to the ocean that is only rivaled by the mountains.

4. I love the mountains. I can’t get there—ever, but I love it there. I grew up in Western Nebraska, not far from Wyoming and Colorado. We didn’t have mountains, but we had Scottsbluff National Monument and the Wildcat Hills, which are nearly as cool. I was born in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, but I love the Rockies.

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5. I love music. Like Rami, I think I would go completely insane without my music. I listen to a wide variety of music, from classical to heavy metal, and most in between. I don’t like rap, twangy country (though I love Willie Nelson) and I don’t care for that club crap that’s really just noise on a loop. (This will be discussed in the I Hate section)

6. I love traveling and seeing new places and faces. (The I hate traveling will be discussed below)

7. I love to read nearly as much as I love to write. I love to read my own work, though I know some authors who don’t enjoy reading their own books. I write partially to entertain myself. If I can’t make myself laugh, cry or lust after the hunky hero, I haven’t done my job right.3dab4-undiscovered2bby2bdellani2boakes2b-2b5002bbanner

8. I love to laugh. I try to find something funny every day. When I had cancer a few years ago, I set myself a goal of laughing at least once a day. I had to have something to make me feel human again. Nothing does that for you like laughing!

9. I love to find the absurd in the every day and bring it into my writing. I collect odd moments that I observe or participate in.

10. I love movies (TV and live theatre). I joke about being a movie junky, but it’s absolutely true. I can’t afford to indulge in this addiction to see movies on the big screen. I have to wait until they come out on DVD or hit Netflix. I don’t watch TV, except to catch my favorite shows on Netflix. (The I Hate of this will be listed below.)

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Now for the I Hate portion:

1. I hate marketing my books. I love writing and getting them published, but I hate having to hawk my wares so I’ll sell books. I know it’s a necessary evil, but it doesn’t make me love it.

2. I hate editing. I’m not talking about proofreading to find the occasional misplaced comma or a dangling modifier, I hate having to do major rewrites because something drags along, isn’t necessary to the plot or makes the reader fall asleep.

3. I hate hypocrisy—which is one reason I’m not fond of politicians (Below). I may not agree with everyone’s beliefs, and I don’t expect them to share mine. However, don’t say one thing and do another. Not a fan.Under the Western Sky by Dellani Oakes - banner

4. I can’t say I hate politicians, per se, but I hate the political system. I truly dislike hypocrisy and callousness. I hate that they will make blanket statements about how things should be, yet in the next breath, totally negate what they just said. Also, some of the issues they choose to make political, that are clearly not political at all, infuriates me. (I could spend an entire rant on this, so I’ll move along now.)

5. I hate rudeness. There is way too much of this going around. Folks like to say it’s the young who are to blame, but I beg to differ. I have met plenty of rude, obnoxious old farts—I live in Florida, for God’s sake! Do you know how many old, constipated, angry, decrepit assholes live here? Way too many. And they are all willing to make everyone else as miserable as they are. (I could also spend way too much time on this one, so I’ll continue.)

6. I hate noise that’s only loosely masquerading as music. I know I’ll offend all kinds of people with this one, but I’m past caring. I like what I like and I don’t like (most) rap. I can’t stand that crap they play in clubs that is some sort of mixed up, trippy, looping noise. That isn’t music. I will listen to Conway Twitty before I assault my senses with that. I’m also not a fan of screaming in lieu of singing. (Since I could rant for a long time on this, too, I’ll forge ahead.)The Ninja Tattoo by Dellani Oakes - banner

7. I hate badly written books and movies (TV shows, plays) There are tons of them out there, all vying for a spot on the shelves with their well written counterparts. When something badly written wins international acclaim and makes millions of dollars, I’m even more offended. I don’t need to go into detail, anyone with taste knows what I’m referring to.

8. I hate hatred. There is far too much of this in the world. Hating for no apparent reason is so senseless. Turning that violence against another person, or group of people, is also senseless. (I could rant on and on about this for days, but again, I will move on.)

9. On safer ground, I love to travel, but I hate traveling. By that, I mean that I hate the hassle of making travel plans, finding a place to stay, renting a car, squeezing into the tiny seats on the airplanes, with my knees to my chin and my thigh rubbing that of the person next to me. I hate driving in unfamiliar places, through ridiculously heavy traffic, praying I will get where I’m going in one piece.

10. And finally, I hate TV commercials. I don’t like being interrupted during a show, having the flow of the story interrupted for some crap about tampons, dog food or virility enhancing drugs. This is why I watch a lot of Netflix and will wait for a show to make its way to their streaming list. (I also hate how they don’t get everything and so many things are only on disc, but I’ll live)

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Now the fun part (maybe) the 10 people I think should do this challenge:

Troy Lambert

Seth Anderson Bailey

Bennet Pomrantz

Fran Lewis

Marsha Casper Cook

JD Holiday

Kemberlee Shortland

K.A. Laity

Mary Bradford

Lucy Felthouse


Music Creates a Mood

I played a piece of music for my husband yesterday, “Requiem for a Dream” by Clint Mansell. To me the melody was somewhat haunting, beautiful, melodic, creating an ‘otherworldly’ feeling to it. He listened to it and kept backing away from my chair.

“What is that? It’s very discordant. It’s evil.”

Okay…. hadn’t thought of it that way. A little creepy, yes. Dark & brooding, decidedly, but evil? Not a word I’d use to describe an instrumental piece of music. He absolutely hated the song. I was rather disappointed, because I really liked it. I was almost afraid to play it while he was out here. I waited until he went to bed to listen to the song.

I use a lot of music when I write. I like the tempo for pacing scenes. I use the mood the story creates to enhance my own as I write. I sometimes build a scene off a particular song, or mention it in the story itself as background to the action. One song upon which I built a story, was “Linger” by the Cranberries. It’s a slow, lilting, sorrowful melody. Why I chose it for this particular couple, I don’t know. They ended up together, rather than apart like the couple in the song. But it fit them.

Another song I used recently was “Primavera” by Ludovico Einaudi. I don’t know how many times I listen to this magnificent piece of music, but as I read, I feel the rhythm of the song throughout the story, particularly in the love scenes.

Carlos Santana’s melodies often feature in my stories. I love his music. It’s so intricate and evocative, making me want to dance and sing. I don’t know how many of my stories his songs are mentioned in, but at least four that I can think of right off the top of my head. My favorite songs are “Maria, Maria“, “Soul Sacrifice“, “Smooth” and “Europa“. There are others, but these feature the highest on my list.

I frequently hear songs on TV shows or in movies that fuel my creative juices. One such was a song I heard on “Jake 2.0” a very short lived television show. The song was lovely, sad, heart rending…. It took me over four hours to track it down on-line, but I finally found “Love Can Save Us All” by Tommy Homes. Another song I heard in a TV show was “Let It Be Me” by Ray LaMontagne. It was used as background to a scene in “Fringe”. Yet another, from an episode of “Lost”. It sounds like an old time gospel song, but it’s rather modern (1997). The title is “I Shall Not Walk Alone” by Ben Harper. The recording they used was sung by The Blind Boys of Alabama.

How does music affect your writing? Do you use it for pacing, inspiration, mood? Maybe it’s just there to block out the environment. (I do that too). Is music important to you? What type do you listen to when you write?