So, as promised, here is an excerpt from Riding The Wave. Just a little something to get you started.  Episodes will post Monday-Friday from August 3 through the 28th.
I am just putting the Jeep in park when it starts.  I squeeze the steering wheel with both hands because there isn’t much else for me to do.  The heat is starting down below, and spreading rapidly.  I throw my head back against the seat and wait it out. Until a couple of months ago, I didn’t know that 90 seconds …

Date:  March 29
Time: 9:23 pm
 
Budget, reports, meetings, and headaches.  That about sums up work for the last two weeks.  No need to discuss any further.
Janice talked me in to going to see a psychic this weekend.  Yes.  A real live psychic.  I’m sorry.  She prefers to be called an advisor. 
Why do I listen to Janice?  Because she’s my best friend and I know that things will always be interesting with her.  She said she wanted to know if this year is the end of her being single.  She don’t wanna be …

 
Date:  14 March
Time:  6:00 pm
 
The stress at work is becoming so unbearable that I find myself snapping at any and everything.  Short fuse does not even begin to describe what is going on with me.  When I’m not doing battle with the Boys Club or wondering why some of my managers can’t seem to manage their way out of a brown paper bag, I stare out of my office window at the awesome view that is the parking garage. 
As cars wind their way out of the garage, I imagine that …

 
Date: March 8, 2009
Time: 2:15 or 3:15 am (still a little disoriented because of the time change.  And no matter what Janice says, it’s not psychological)
OK, everyone knows how the rubber band/cussing experiment went.  By Wednesday, I had to take the damn thing off because the inside of my left wrist was so bruised.  Seriously.  The bruise is purple and green right now.  It wasn’t because I was snapping the rubber band so hard, it’s because I was snapping it so often.  Let’s just call this experiment a wash.
Work sucked …

Author’s Note:  This journal is purely fiction.  The product of the author’s imagination.  Any resemblance to actual persons (namely self) or events (that may or may not have happened) is entirely coincidental…  I’m just saying.  :-)

Date:  March 1, 2009
Time: 6:00 pm
 
I know that spring does not officially begin for another 19 days or so, but I am ready.  It’s been colder than usual this winter, and I could use some warming up.  Physically and mentally. 
Things have been pretty boring lately, so I decided to kick it up …

I know it’s been awhile.  Enjoy A Bit of Fiction today.  Don’t forget to leave a comment.

Luci couldn’t believe how well the party was going.  Folks were dancing and mingling and eating everything in sight.  It looked liked things could go all night, and she was very excited by that prospect.  What a way to break in a new home. 
She was even surprised that both of her parents were still present.  They usually orbited around one another during holidays and special occasions, making sure that they didn’t spend longer than …

You would think that at my age I would know better.  Just because other folks are jumping off a bridge doesn’t mean that you have to.  God, I would hate to call my mother and tell her that she is right.  Plus, it’s too damn late.  I’m already on the table, naked from the waste down.  There’s no getting out of it now. 
“Good afternoon, ma’am.  My name is Claudia and I will be servicing you today.  Since this is your first time, the most important thing to remember is to …

I have always wanted a BFF.  Like Oprah and Gail.  Batman and Robin.  Ethel and Lucy.  What I got instead, was Adrienne.  The woman who had decided that it was her mission in life to get me dating, married, and mommied before all of my eggs dried up.
Adrienne was a “by the book” kind of person.  Meet the love of your life while still in high school.  Check.  Attend state university and get that degree in business.  Check.  Get married to high school sweetheart one year after college graduation.  Check.  …

DING!
That’s my cell chiming letting me know I have a text message.  Everyone knows I write until 4.  I’ve got ten minutes to go.  And it’s not like I’m not going to check the damn thing.
Tayler:  can I go 2 the mall with sydnee
Me:   What time? 
Tayler:  idk- brb     gonna txt syd
30 seconds later…
Tayler:  6
Me:  No.  You know that’s dinnertime.  Reschedule for Saturday.  Two days away.  You can wait.
Tayler:  syd has a dance thingy 
Me:  Then I’ll take you guys on Friday afternoon.  I’ve got to get back to work.  TTYL. 
Tayler:  k   …

“Mama, we need to talk about sex.”
Startled by her daughter’s decree, Maria swiveled her desk chair around to face her Mini Me.
“Hey honey, that’s not how you greet your mother when you get home from school. What about, ‘Hi, Mom, how was your day?’”
Ashley dropped her backpack and walked over to give her mother a hug.
“Sorry Mama. That Chanel just mad me mad on the bus, so I told her I was going to ask you as soon as I get home.”
“Ask me what, Baby?” Knowing Ashley …