Vera Jane Cook's Blog

I want to hear wind and the rustle of leaves. I don’t want the sun but rather the greyness of rain. I want to hear my thoughts and the sound of my tires on asphalt and the distant laughter of children. I want the time and the silence to remember who loved me. I want […]

I haven’t written a blog in so long and of course it’s about time but I also feel more relaxed lately and I’ve committed myself to finding the time. But the question of course is what do I write about? I could tell you how I feel about Donald Trump’s acquittal but best not to […]

When I was a child there was an old man that has remained in my memory. His name was Jack and his hair was very white. He was quite tall, at least to me, and he was thin. He lived down the hall from us in one of those old beautiful buildings on Riverside Drive […]

When I was a child I loved the mysteriously dangerous. I think I’ve lived my life mysteriously and dangerously. Well, those days are over. Following these macabre and lonely railroad tacks was a walk I would have taken back then. I wouldn’t bother to take that walk now though. Now I like pretty trails that […]

It’s unfortunate we cannot see the future, we can only predict it, or hope it will turn out a certain way. Days past are often haunting. I miss the Ocean, it smelled so clean, salty air that hit my face on all those warm summer mornings I jogged down the beach, my footsteps formed in […]

So I am freed from the Republic of Gilead and the bitch is dead, so to speak. However, I did appreciate Serena’s compassion (if that’s what it was) when she let June nurse her own baby in this week’s show. Perhaps that Serena will come around.

My Serena, on the other hand is a much more complex, evil soul with an agenda so rich in self-preservation and ugly manipulations that she wilts before my eyes like the last chapter of The Picture of Dorian Grey. Difference being she was never a beauty. I checked out her resume on LinkedIn and it read like day old coffee. In other words, not impressive, no Starbucks there, more like the corner diner in small town Georgia.

If you haven’t gotten the picture yet, Serena is mean, not very bright and I hope, destined for misfortune. Sorry but no apologies about wishing ill of my enemies. They are my enemies and in a dual for my honor I would chop off her head.

I hate when people are downright mean to other people. They are discrediting someone, not only me but also the horse I rode in on. I am freed but the bitch, whom I call Serena, is trapped inside the narrow confines of her limitations, the failure of her boring personality to flourish, and the misconceptions that are locked inside her tiny brain..

Life is too short. Begone Serena! I look toward the sun.

So I am freed from the Republic of Gilead and the bitch is dead, so to speak. However, I did appreciate Serena’s compassion (if that’s what it was) when she let June nurse her own baby in this week’s show. Perhaps that Serena will come around. My Serena, on the other hand is a much […]

I have been pondering for weeks now, what do I blog about now that I have retired my Chatter Creek cottage blog? Well, life has been pretty miserable for me since around February so I haven’t been thinking about blogging as much as surviving or possibly making a major life change, like a move. Well, I’m still here, months later and still wondering what I should blog about, all writers should blog, right? I want to stay away from politics; everyone who knows me knows how I feel. There’s too much fear there worrying about the future of America under Trump’s regime and I don’t want to depress myself any further. What I can do is support the Democratic Party and watch what happens around me with a critical eye.

So, what to blog about? I guess I’ll settle on life because life always throws us curve balls. Yes, I’ve gotten my share of praise but every now and then I go through periods of… What? Holy Shit! That’s where I am now. Just when I think I’m a lucky son of a bitch I wind up with someone like Serena in my world. Yes, I mean like Serena from the Handmaid’s Tale. I have been respected in my other profession, and I don’t mean writing because I am not yet an author millionaire but god knows I’d like to be and I’m working on it. No, I have been working for a living in the education-publishing world for over twenty years. I’m good at it and I have been consistently respected for it. Until Serena, that is. Serena has an agenda, and I have only an inkling what it is but Serena, much like our dear Serena from the Handmaid’s Tale likes to treat me like an idiot, browbeat me, disrespect me, throw me off my game and discredit me. What is it that Serena does to poor June? She discredits her, humiliates her, and disregards her history. Hello, my Serena does the same, like a snake that has coiled around your feet when you weren't looking. You may wonder why people like this get to the positions they get to but they do. It's called the Republic of Gilead within the corporate structure.

Poor June and woe is me. When did it happen, others are allowed to strip you of you dignity? Will I ever escape The Republic of Gilead?

Vera Jane Cook
Riveting, Emotional, Unexpectedly Funny Award Winning Fiction
 
http://www.verajanecook.com
 
Author of Pleasant Day, Where the Wildflowers Grow, Dancing Backward in Paradise, The Story of Sassy Sweetwater, Lies a River Deep, 
 
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Pharaoh's Star, Annabel Horton, Lost Witch of Salem

I have been pondering for weeks now, what do I blog about now that I have retired my Chatter Creek cottage blog? Well, life has been pretty miserable for me since around February so I haven’t been thinking about blogging as much as surviving or possibly making a major life change, like a move. Well, […]

My dogs make me smile, especially Peanut, who is the baby. Well, actually Peanut is middle age but he’ll always be my baby. He’s the Chihuahua on my lap. That’s Carly at my side and Roxie, hanging off my shoulder like one of those old furs old ladies used to wear in the 1940s and […]