A Story Begins: My Mantra

I've been sitting on an idea for a story for several months now. A fantasy story involving magic. Evil. Maybe some pirates. You know, all the good stuff. But I'm having the worst time coming up with an antagonist. One of the things I'd intended to do with this blog was to practice writing and hopefully come up with a conflict and a solid story line.

And then I had another idea. I never would have guessed I would be writing "chick lit," but this story was begging to be written. You may or may not find events that sound familiar - it pulls from experiences of my own and from a few other reoccuring characters in my own story. But it's mostly fictional, especially the third installment. I'll post installments (perhaps weekly) in the category "CMT".


I, Cassandra Maxine Twitty, do so solemnly swear not to whore myself out to the men of the world via the virtual incubus otherwise known as internet dating.

Six months ago that was my mantra. If you had super psychic hearing much like the cop on Heroes, you would have heard my inner monologue, continuously chanting those very words.

On the yoga mat. "I, Cassandra Maxine Twitty, do so solemnly swear not to whore...."

While munching down Lucky Charms. "I, Cassandra Maxine Twitty, do so solemnly swear...."

Even during my favorite show. "I, Cassandra Maxine Twitty...."

Okay, not really. It was more a subconscious thought, always in the back of my mind. An unspoken promise to myself not to take that desperate a step, one that would surely and utterly play out badly, only to leave me in a state of pure blown spinsterhood.

I'd had friends who'd done it and it did not go well for them. Poor Janet spent three months getting amazing emails from amazing guys and never met a soul. Because those amazing souls turned out to be just one damned one - her deservedly ex-husband. And Katie went out with this guy three times before she realized why he didn't talk much. At first she thought him of the troubled mysterious type when really he was hiding the fact he had no teeth. And no aspirations of getting any. Teeth or sex for that matter. Because clearly the lack of one was not helping him with the other.

I was not that desperate. I did not need such a whoring instrument like the internet. I was perfectly capable of whoring myself, thank you very much.

That was six months ago. Before I met Derek. Before I met Pete. And before I met Shawn.

Six months ago, I was not desperate enough. I am now. Today is the day I take that final step, the one I am certain will lead to my demise as a respectable single woman and begin the cat lady transformation. Today I expand my whoring capabilities.

"Welcome to Meet-A-Mate.com!!"

Oh good. At least my pimp is polite. Maybe this will go well after all.