Monday, January 12, 2009

Jazzin' Up January--Part Two

What a fun week last week. We thank all who posted. Lot's of different scenarios! Several different ways for Katie Sue-Ann McCall to go.

But before I post the paragraph that will continue Katie Sue-Ann's journey I thought I'd post a photo of the trusty pink-polka-dotted box. This is where all the names and times of the posts go into. My hubby pulls the lucky piece of paper out of the box to determine Katie Sue-Ann's destiny.

And yes, LOTS of pieces of paper can go into that box, so keep the comments coming.

The italics part is the begininning--what was posted last week. The next paragraph is part two----so read and post another paragraph in the comments section. Remember there are two more weeks to complete Katie Sue-Ann's let's get going. I can't wait to read your paragraphs.
And remember there are prizes involved!!

Really, it had taken so much nerve to drive to this house, Katie Sue-Ann McCall didn't know if she had any more gumption in her to actually get out of her old comfortable Mustang. The house seemed okay, she thought, as she studied the red brick front. It wasn't frightening in any way. Just huge. There were four half-circle shaped steps that led to a massive set of black doors. The handles were big, brassy and curvy. So were the knockers. One one each door. A loud bong sounded in her head as she imagined them actully being used.
She knew one thing. She wasn't going to use them.
Not when there was a perfectly good doorbell to the left.
She placed her shaking left hand on the handle in her car. Her right hand had yet to take the keys out of the ignition. She took a deep breath while she tried to rationalize. She had a choice. Yes, she did. No one forced Katie Sue-Ann McCall do anything. With her left hand still shaking against the car and her right hand hovered over her keys, she shut her eyes, said a prayer and made her choice.

What was she so afraid of? She hadn't felt this rush of fear in years. What was it that hindered her, yet thrusted her forward at the same time? As the big, black doors came closer, her heart raced faster and faster. She nervously wiped her sweaty hands on her jeans as she approaced the steps. She shakingly grabbed the brassy door knockers. Two loud knocks..boom, boom! The door swung open with a woosh and a creak. "It's nice to see you finally made it Katie Sue-Ann McCall. Please come in, we've been waiting for you."

Congrats to Mrs. H. Your paragraph was pulled out of the box. But remember everyone's name is still in the drawing for the grand prize.

So, you now have the next chapter in Katie Sue-Ann McCall's saga....let's go....


  1. Okay readers.....we have to have a paragraph to post for next week. I know you don't want me writing one!!

    You do have all week to post, so I guess you're thinking....

    Who has been waiting for Katie Sue-Ann McCall?

  2. The foyer looked just as she remembered, and yet entirely different. Not one single thing, neither flooring, nor wall coverings, nor artwork was the same. And yet the bones were the same and the same sense of inadequacy that had overwhelmed her the first time she arrived at this exclusive fat farm, washed though her now. No, she reminded herself. Things were different now. She was here to help counsel those who wrestled with their self image, not wrestle with it herself.

  3. That was the problem. They'd been waiting for her while she had been studiously avoiding them. But now it was time to face the the piper...all those cliched phrases for what she had to do. And it galled her. Katie Sue-Ann McCall was home because she was out of money. Her trust fund gone. Wasted--well, if you could call a tour of Europe and a shopping spree "wasted." And now she'd be stuck once again in her small home town. At her parents' mercy. And of course, they'd been waiting, expecting her to fail. She kicked off her Jimmy Choos just inside the door, plopped her bag beside them, pasted a fake smile on her Chanel-glossed lips, and said, "Bon jour, Mother. I'm home."

  4. Thanks for your paragraph Lisa. Is is possible Katie Sue-Ann McCall is a counselor? Good job choice!

  5. Recognizing the curt tone it was instantly apparent this was the woman she spoke with on the phone. Katie nervously shifted her weight forward to enter as an emaciated old hand rose to point toward a room off the Foyer. “He has been waiting for you a long time.” The woman’s judgmental eyes and harsh words penetrated straight down to her soul, didn’t this woman realize how excruciating the decision was all those years ago? Barely able to support her own wait she preceded forward into the room where she would meet her son.

  6. Tammie, wow! Who knew Katie Sue-Ann McCall would have a son? Great job....that would be an interesting twist.