Saturday, October 18, 2014

Rendezvous



Just for the fun of it...

Will he show? Or will he decide it isn’t worth the risk, as she had almost done. And yet here she was sitting in the little café they’d once frequented every day. Ah, those college years. They didn’t feel very far away but the slight strands of gray starting to appear in her auburn hair professed the truth. Twenty years gone. She’d done so very well for herself, a successful career in journalism, traveling all over the world, winning honors, but in the process, losing lovers. She’d given up having a family to help bring attention to the places in the world that most people wanted to forget existed.
Now she was tired, burned out, and the recent gruesome deaths of two of her colleagues had, she felt, been God’s 2x4 on her head, telling her it was time to take a break, to sit back and analyze, restructure and revise her life. Oh she still wanted to travel and write, but when Rupert had called, well, she put it down to good timing. At least she hoped it was good. He still hadn’t shown up. Fifteen minutes wasn’t that late, but each moment ticking by made her more nervous and she wondered if this rendezvous was such a good idea after all.
In college Rupert had sported a full head of wavy dark brown hair, startling sky blue eyes and an easy smile. His charm oozed from every pore and she had no trouble falling for him, hard, all those years ago. Those four glorious years had gone so swiftly she’d hardly felt the breeze, until he’d told her his plans had changed and he’d left her.
And now he’d called. How he’d found her number she had no idea and meant to ask him today, if he showed. But he’d been so insistent that she’d given in to his request to meet him here. Even after so much water under the bridge, she hadn’t been able to say no. Besides, she was curious. Had he kept his looks? Had he married? Did he have the family she’d given up? Had he gone on to be the research scientist he’d said he wanted to be? The one that had taken him from her world because the research he wanted to work on was top secret and government protected? Would he have been able to have a family in that environment?
Alicia glanced at the clock on the wall of the tiny café one more time. Half an hour gone. She sighed, took a sip of the water she’d ordered and gathered her things.
“You haven’t changed a bit.”
From behind her, Rupert’s voice washed over her body like sun-warmed water. He came to stand in front of her and answered at least the first two questions she’d pondered. Sparkling blue eyes and thick dark brown hair, with more than a smattering of gray mixed in, made her relax. She knew this man. He was no stranger to her, even after so much time. “You never were a good liar.”
He laughed and memories smothered her as would a thick down comforter. She stood and they hugged, long, rocking each other gently and she felt such a great longing that tears stung her eyes. Which would not do. She pulled away and waved to the seat opposite hers while wiping at her face, hoping he hadn’t noticed, but sure her face was red.
Once seated, he leaned toward her, “I won’t waste time, Alicia. I’ve already wasted too much. I know how long it’s been. I know I was, well, unkind to you to leave you like that.” He didn’t look away, but kept her trapped in his fierce blue gaze. “I’m so very sorry I was such an idiot, no, worse than that. I’ve, I’ve followed everything you’ve done. I know all there is to know about you publicly, and what I have to say comes down to two things. One, I still love you. I never stopped, and never stopped kicking myself for letting you go, for pushing you away after all we’d—”
Her mouth dropped open. She had no idea, had never dreamed…
“After all we’d shared. I’ve never been closer to another person in my life. I’d like the chance to explain to you, to, to get to know you again. If you want, of course.” Then he rushed on as if afraid to hear her answer, “And the second thing is, I have a news story for you, if you want it, that will make your name.”
Shocked at the twist she'd not expected, Alicia sat back and stared at him, this man who had meant the world to her was telling her literally every single thing she’d ever wanted to hear from him, except one.
“I never take on a story to make my name, Rupert. You should know that by now if what you say is true.”
He shook his head. When he looked at her again he seemed, what, scared? “I’ve done this all wrong. I’m not used to, well, this. Talking about these things.”
“Rupert,”
“No, Alicia,”
She didn’t thank the delicious shiver that went up her spine when he said her name.

“Will you listen to me, about us, I mean? And then if you want, I’ll tell you about the other and you can decide if you want it or if you want to give it to someone else. I don’t really care what you do with the story. All I care about is you, and if you’ll agree to us getting to know one another again, slowly, or however you want. Please, give me a chance to talk with you?”
Alicia closed her eyes against the pleading in his. Things like this didn’t happen in real life. He wanted to see her again? She breathed in deeply, holding it as the light went off in her brain. She saw the 2x4 hanging over her head, she saw the blue of his eyes and the curve of his smile as he’d spoken the words she’d waited all these years to hear. “Yes,” she said, opening her eyes again. “I want to hear what you have to say.
That’s when the tears she’d held back began to fall from his eyes. 


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Wednesday, October 01, 2014

IWSG Wednesday and First Anniversary!



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Congratulations to us all and most especially to our Ninja Captain for starting the IWSG blog for us insecure types. Today marks it’s one year anniversary!! Toddling steps and now look at us, contributing to a guide we can all use! Thank you Alex for all that you do for us… and to all your co-hosts throughout the year.
I have much to write about this month, but won’t make this post long, I promise. I’m nervous, excited, hesitant and jubilant because I’ve finished my “former” work in progress. Now I’m getting the book formatted, getting the cover tweaked, hoping against hope all will be done before I go to the writer’s conference I’m attending on the 24 of this month. Arg!  Still, if I must choose something to be nervous or concerned about, this is it. The first draft of the next novel is already on my computer, thanks to NaNoWriMo last year and I can’t wait to get started on it. But before I can indulge one thing must come first, the “dreadful” —and I do dread it—marketing of the finished product. I so wish I could just hire someone to do it all for me.
Oh well. The trials of the writer’s life. Like I said before, if I have to choose something to be upset over, this is it. Because it all comes back to writing, doesn’t it? This novel has taken SO LONG for me to get right or at least as right as I can make it. I’m glad it’s done, and I'm glad to move on. But I don’t want to go too fast and overlook something important that I will regret later. So, I’m staying in low gear. This novel obviously listened to the Pointer Sisters when it came to needing a “slow hand!” Thanks for dropping by.









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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

September WEP Blog Hop - Changing Faces



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I thought of writing a story for this prompt, but then realized I really wanted to write about being a novelist and my take on “changing faces.”
Each time I start a new story, I must “see” the characters I’ll be living with for the next year or forever. I must be able to visualize them in my mind to “hear” their voices and listen. Writing from different people’s perspectives in a story makes me go not only into their heads, but I try to see the view from their eyes as well, which means, to me, I have to change my face to theirs and be in their world, not mine. Sometimes this is very easy to do. Sometimes it’s horribly hard and I spend vast amounts of time trying to figure out why I’m not able to mesh with the character.  
One of my favorite parts of writing is when I meet the characters that people my stories. Sometimes I can find an actress/ actor who fits the look completely. Below are Sean Bean, John Hannah, and Winona Rider who were the faces that fit my forthcoming novel, The Seventh Man (due out in October or early November). Sometimes I can’t and the character stays uniquely in my mind. I try not to over describe my characters because I like leaving it up to the reader to fill in the blanks. So, the face I wear while discovering my character might not be the one any of my readers see. This intrigues me, especially when seeing a movie based on a book. I often wonder what the writer thinks of who is chosen and how they fit, or don’t, their view of that face.
Also, I get to “be” someone else for awhile, think like they do, look like they do, feel what they feel and that’s why we read too, isn’t it? To be in another world, to be someone else for a moment.
 That’s what I love about changing faces when I’m writing.  
Sean Bean

John Hannah

 

This look but with blue eyes, Winona Rider
Please visit the other blogs on this hop and enjoy our diversity!



Monday, September 22, 2014

Underrated Treasures Blog Hop




I’m participating in Alex Cavanaugh’s “Under Rated Treasure’s” blog fest today to share a few treasures that I feel deserved more attention than they got when they came out. I’ll be introducing you to a few bands and movies, unless, of course, you’ve already heard of them! HERE are the others participating in this hop! Make sure to click on any and all of the links you'll find here for more information...
First is my all time favorite “under rated” band: FEVER TREE
A 1966 band originally from Houston, Texas, I grew up listening to them because my parents loved them. We had every “record” (LP) they made, but I memorized two of them (Fever Tree and Another Time, Another Place).  You can find out more of their history HERE. Meanwhile, here is a taste of what I loved.



Next we have SUTHERLAND BROTHERS & QUIVER, 1970s, from Scotland. For more of their history, go HERE. I only heard one album, but liked a lot of the songs on it. For a teenager it spoke to the drama of life at the time…


Now, about movies. Here are four that really made impressions on me when I first saw them years ago, enough that I’ve now seen them more than once.
The first one wasn’t a “pleasant” movie to watch, actually stunned me when I saw it at age 11. It left a permanent impression upon me I think because it was the first time I was introduced to the “rape” of a soul.


On lighter, yet no less sensitive notes are the following,
Though I don't totally agree with the review (you can read if you click on the "For Rosanna") link, it does let you know why it's an underrated gem...







I couldn't find a video/trailer for this film, which is sad. but here is a photo...


Hope you’ll check out these under rated treasures and find them as interesting/ fun as I did…



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