3 Free Bobbie Faye short stories (continued)…

Here’s the cover of the second short story which will be in the free giveaway to newsletter subscribers (next week). Click on the “sign up” icon on my home page–it’s in the header and the footer–to sign up for the newsletter. Your...

Colors

Man, it has been difficult picking out the colors of the building we’re remodeling in the Quarter. We both started out certain we wanted red, with white trim. Until we really started looking at reds, and found that most of them were either too orange at some...

Welcome to the new digs.

If you typed in tonimcgeecausey.com and got here–to themisfitchronicles.com, then everything worked as it should. I’ve built this new site in order to consolidate my writing news, blogs, etc., with my photography and design/remodeling. There will be far...

The sounds of Mardi Gras

There are voices in the Quarter–loud, laughing, arguing. People woohooing, still, which will likely go on ’til midnight, Tuesday, when the police declare Mardi Gras over, and en masse, make everyone get off the streets and go home. The voices surge and...

Decatur in the rain

One of our favorite pasttimes here in the Quarter, especially in the rain, is to go to the movies at Canal Place. Recliner leather seats, beverages (including wine and beer) and meals available to order from your seat, where your waiter will deliver them to you. When...

Benches at dawn in the French Quarter

It was a rare morning in the Quarter — it had rained, and so no one was moving around or sitting on the benches. The sidewalk washers had just finished the slate where I’m hunkered down to take this shot–those are suds you see under the bench. They...

Graffiti building at Ursaline and Decatur in the French Quarter

When I was out one morning with my husband in tow, I grabbed a bunch of shots of this building. The building itself is gorgeous–I have another version that shows all the stories above, and how beautiful the old brick really is. At the time, I thought the...

Be Bold

by Toni McGee Causey (written mid-2013) There was a time when I was terrified of the blank page. It had so much potential for mistakes, for making the wrong choices, for derailing into something derivative, and I’d freeze up. Second guess myself. Wonder. And...

Comfort Reading

by Toni McGee Causey COMFORT READING Somewhere, there is a woman, sitting in a room, three days past a rape. Her bruises are turning purple and in a few more days, they’re going to be that greenish hue of ghouls. She hasn’t looked in a mirror, yet, but the swelling is...

Figuring Out What They're Not Telling You

by Toni McGee Causey If you’ve been querying or sending your work out and you’re getting positive responses but you’re not quite crossing that elusive sale line, it can be incredibly frustrating and debilitating. Sometimes, it’s an issue of...

Where Grace Lives

by Toni McGee Causey [This piece was written during Hurricane Katrina. We had no electricity, but had a generator and, weirdly, DSL, but not a phone. I blogged–I have been online in one journal form or another since about 1998–and I wanted to try to...

I Stand As Witness

by Toni McGee Causey Sometimes, there are moments that redefine a life. And sometimes those moments are when someone else is the star of the show, when you’re in the audience, third row, fourth seat from the left. I stand as witness. I stand as witness for a...

Write What You Know

by Toni McGee Causey Write what you know. That’s the big stick sometimes used on writers, especially new writers. The implication, of course, is that you’d better not start writing until you know stuff. I went for years thinking that one of these days, I...

Benediction

by Toni McGee Causey “Can I help you, sir?” she asked from behind the counter. He pushed his deposit slip forward with his check. The last check he’d be depositing. They’d let everyone go today. It was his fourth layoff. He kept being hired;...

The Tipping Point

by Toni McGee Causey Eleventy quibillion years ago, when I was in fourth grade, I wanted to be a writer. I wrote terrible poems, which I think only got worse as I got older and the teenage years descended like locusts, leaving only WOE and ANGST. By college, I had...

Dear God, The Stick Turned Blue

  by Toni McGee Causey Dear God, Universe, or Elves (I am covering all bases, I cannot afford to be picky here): The stick turned blue. I’m 19. And a half. The stick turned blue. I think my brains just leaked out of my ears because THE STICK TURNED BLUE. It...

Sense of Place

by: Toni McGee Causey I always knew we were close when we got to the silos on highway 190. Tall, white, built to house the predominate crop of rice, their domes gleaming in the sun, they were a sign that we were almost to my paternal grandparents’ home. I...

Jackson Square and the Petite Theater at 5:30 a.m.

This was another very difficult-to-get shot; it was a rainy morning, and the Square was empty of even the tarot card tables and the various homeless who’ll sometimes sleep on the benches. The sky was staring to pink up and there was a big garbage truck just...

LaTrobe Park in the French Quarter near the French Market

There’s a very pretty little micro-park right near the French Market that a lot of people miss. It’s a lovely place to have beignets and coffee and sit and people watch. I edited this shot so that it was more painting-like. Sometimes I like to play with...

St. Louis Cathedral at Dawn

For all the hustle and bustle of the Quarter (and it is rarely quiet), I think I love most the moments when I’m able to see it so utterly still. It’s beautiful, and surreal, and feels a bit like I’ve stepped backward a hundred years or more. no...

Streetcar on St. Charles

I almost missed this shot. It was close to seven a.m., and a young man from West London (I later learned) came out of his apartment with the cutest puppy on the planet–a miniature dachshund, and he proceeded to bring said cuteness up to me and strike up a...

Just Another Day at the Office

It was a bright, sunny day in December when we rode out to the lake (Pontchartrain, the south side), and found some old, ruined docks there where hundreds of pigeons were hanging out. I wanted to do an entire afternoon on these little guys, but it was cold and the...

Anthologies

I’ve participated in four anthologies, three of which are still available. (Guns and Roses was a limited time only type of anthology, in which I had a Bobbie Faye novella. I’m working on getting that novella up online soon on its own or in a collection of...

Girls Just Wanna Have Guns – excerpt (Chapter One)

    Chapter One Bobbie Faye Sumrall was full up on crazy, thank you very much, and had a side order of cranky to spare. The bank—citing the picky little reason that it didn’t want to lend money to people who were routinely shot at—said no to a loan for...

Charmed and Dangerous – excerpt (Chapter One)

Chapter One “You know how some people are born to Greatness? Well, Bobbie Faye Sumrall woke up one morning, kicked Greatness in the teeth, kneed it in the balls, took it hostage and it’s been begging for mercy ever since.” —a former Louisiana mayor...

On the kitchen build-out…

I was explaining to the cabinet guy about the type of oven/range we’re getting, and he got excited about it and asked about burner configuration, and things like choosing the BTUs of the extra burners. I looked at him blankly. “You know,” he...

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