A Summer Fling

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Sand and Sin

Whether you’re joining me from Dani Jace’s blog post or starting your blog hop here, welcome.

Today’s topic comes from the wonderful Jenna Da Sie – Write a poem about summer ending.

I’ve never considered myself much of a poet, but this week’s topic inspired me to give it a try:

 

A summer fling

 

Long days, hot nights

A beach-side stroll in the pale moonlight

Stardust paints your perfect lips

Dare to take a skinny dip?

 

Feet sink in hot white sand

Your warm skin, my questing hand

You lay with me under the moon

Making love until we swoon

 

Your hand in mine, felt so secure

A relationship to build and nurture

Could it stay forever true?

Could there be a me and you?

 

The sun sets earlier each day

Not as much time to while away

As nights grow cold so does your heart

You ask me why we chose to start

 

That fight we had the other day

Was that what drove you far away?

I miss your touch, your smell, your taste

Was it truly all a waste?

 

You say it was a summer fling

Not true, not love, not anything

You only want to be my friend

Why did the summer have to end?

 

So, what do you think? Let me know in the comments down below.

Then check out what A.S. Fenichel wrote as the Romance Writers Weekly blog hop continues at:  http://asfenichel.com/blog

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Romance Writers Weekly – Organization, smorganization.

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If you’re starting your blog hop here, or just hopping over from Brenda Margriet’s blog,  welcome.

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Today’s topic comes from the wonderful A.S. Fenichel – The year is half over! OMG! Tell us about how you organize your world? Do you keep a day planner? Do you use your phone? Is organization important to you or is your life in total chaos and you love it?

Now, I am not the most organized person in the world. I rarely make lists, and don’t have a daily planner. Hell, I rarely have a daily plan. It’s usually just a mental list of what I’d like to accomplish.

That said, I do have a shared Google Calendar that I share with my wife for the big, important events I don’t want to lose track of. But other than that, each day is kind of a crap shoot.

Maybe I can pick up some tips from the other bloggers today, so I’m heading over to Leslie Hachtel’s post, where the Romance Writer’s Blog hop continues: https://lesliehachtelwriter.wordpress.com/

And check out Leslie’s fun, sexy novel, Hannah’s War:

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Romance Writers Weekly – The day I died

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If you’re starting your blog hop here, or just hopping over from A. S. Fenichel’s blog,  welcome.

Today’s topic comes from the wonderful Jenna Da Sie – Start from the end. You’re the ghost of Christmas future. Write about your life from your funeral to the present. How were you celebrated?

Grim, yet interesting.

I hope people will smile and laugh when they remember me. I know grief is part of the process but . . . ugh.

As an author, I hope my books will live on and continued to be read. And while I don’t have any deep-seated religious beliefs, I do hope there is something beyond.

I think my greatest worry is that I know I will die with so many unwritten stories and characters in my head. Or further stories of the characters I’ve already written about. What happens to them? Could heaven be a place where they all come to life? Where I can share a tankard of mead with Jord Thorson at an inn in Asgaard? Where I can take a seat on the bridge of the Starboard Mist with Rik and the crew to fly through space?

Hopefully I’ve got a little more time yet to write. There are a lot of stories rumbling around in my head.

I’m almost scared to hear what my buddy Marc Stevens has to say on this topic, but the next hop on the Romance Writers Weekly blog hop is his at: https://marcstevenserotica.wordpress.com/

And check out Marc’s fun Suburban Spies story in the Cherished Secrets anthology:

Cherished Secrets: Three Novellas of Hidden Truths, Steamy Passions, and Triumphant Love. by [Cordelia, Cici, Stevens, Marc, Valentine, Melinda]

Romance Writers Weekly – What has it gots in its pocketses???

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When Time Falls Still

I get the dubious honor of kicking off today’s blog hop where today Brenda Margriet asks: What’s in your purse? What does what you carry tell others about you?

And check out this excerpt from Brenda’s amazing novel When Time Falls Still: <Click Here>

Well, I don’t carry a purse, or a murse for that matter, but I do carry a bit of stuff around with me in my pockets.

So let’s take a look:

Not exactly Batman's Utility Belt

Keys: Car, house, and all those little bar-code cards you need to shop just about anywhere nowadays.

Pocket knife: For opening packages, cutting strings & threads, and general guy-tool usage.

Nail Clipper: Grooming, precision cutting strings and wires, another multi-purpose tool.

Chap Stick: Necessary especially during Wisconsin winters.

Breath Strips: Because you never know…

Wallet: Cash, Credit Cards, Drivers License.

Business Card Case

Handkerchief

Puppy Poop Bag (I don’t have a dog, but I do walk my daughter’s puppy on a daily basis. Always good to have a backup.)

Not Pictured: My iPhone, because I used it to take the picture.

Now hop on over to Xio Axelrod’s blog to see what she carries with her: http://www.xioaxelrod.com/

But before you leave,check out one of my favorite new series, Xio’s amazing Falling Stars series:

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Romance Weekly – The view from my window.

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If you’ve wondered in from Jo Richardson’s blog post or are just starting your hop here with me, get set for some interesting views.

 

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Our challenge today comes from Betty Bolte who asks: Our surroundings influence our mood and view of the world as much as setting in any story. What is the view outside your window, or what would you like the view to be?

 

 

Ah, the view from my office window:

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A pretty conventional, Ozzie & Harriet kind of neighborhood. Most houses built in the 1960’s.

Does it inspire my writing? You wouldn’t think so at first glance.

But one of the best aspects of speculative fiction is finding the extraordinary in the ordinary. That house across the street has had workmen in and out of it for the past month. Are they doing some major remodeling…or building a command base in the basement. Maybe a mad scientist is constructing a lab right across the street from me. Explosions, shambling monsters, maybe a flying saucer landing in the back yard…I wouldn’t be surprised. But that’s just the way my head works. In any case, we’re a prime target for a zombie invasion.

Two male zombies standing in empty city street looking at camera

 

I don’t know if I need anything special in the view from my window to inspire my writing. maybe the complete normalcy of it all helps keep me grounded, though I do wonder what kind of stories i would be writing if the view out my office window looked more like this.

Futuristic City On An Alien Planet Part 2

Yeah, that might be cool…

 

Find out what’s lurking outside Kristi Rose’s office window as the Romance Writers Weekly blog hop continues at: http://www.kristirose.net

And check out her amazing The Girl He Knows (No Strings Attached Book 1)

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Romance Writers Weekly – What Is Romance?

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Welcome to the romance Writers Weekly blog hop, where every week a great group of romance writers answer questions and accept challenges. Diverse in what we write, we are unified in the quest to bring you, the romance reader, a very happy ever after.

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Mountain Fire

 

If you’ve wondered in from Brenda Margriet’s blog post or are just starting your hop here with me, set your sights on romance.

 

And don’t forget to check out Brenda’s wonderful romantic suspense novel Mountain Fire:

 
Our challenge today comes from Jenna Da Sie who asks: Romance. There are many different meanings. What does it mean to you?

 

Ah, romance. For me it boils down to that Happy Ever After. Isn’t that what we’re all looking for?

 

Maybe because I’m looking it from the other end of life, but after 37 years of marriage, it feels like the true romance of a story happens after you read that last chapter. “And they lived happily ever after…”

 

Not that there’s not any romantic events in a romance novel, but for me true romance starts after love is discovered between two people.

 

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It’s that daily feeding of the relationship, the hand holding, the peck on the cheek, and the stolen intimate moments while the kids are napping. As complicated as cooking an elaborate meal and as simple as picking up your dirty socks. The building of the life together, and the sharing of the good and the bad.

 

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At first romance becomes the tool for life-meshing, two people spending so much time together they don’t know where one leaves off and the other begins. Romance can fill those awkward gaps while getting to know this stranger you’ve fallen in love with.

 

 

Couple Relaxing Together In Bed

 

 

And for me a big part of romance is humor. Humor puts the happy in happy ever after. Laugh, love, live.

 

 

 

Okay, enough of this touchy-feely stuff.

 

Find out what romance means to Teresa Keefer as the Romance Writers Weekly blog hop continues at: http://teresakeeferauthor.weebly.com/musings-from-the-woods.html

Romance Weekly – Reimagine

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If you’ve wondered in from Gemma Brocato’s blog post or are just starting your hop here with me, get set for some rewrites. And check out her new release, A Spirited Love:

 

Our challenge comes from Dani Jace – Flash Fiction: Pick a short scene from a book, movie or TV show that didn’t go the way you wanted. Rewrite the scene the way you would have written in 500 word or less.

 

Okay, maybe it’s just Halloween in the air, but my head went here:

 

Today I’m doing a rewrite on a classic romantic film. Stop this video at the 1:30 mark, because that’s where I’m giving them a different reason to be Sleepless in Seattle:

Sleepless in Seattle.

(Rewrite)

Dumbstruck in the road, Annie struggled for words. A car horn blared in her ears. Sam’s eyes widened.

She turned to confront an approaching taxi. The driver skidded his breaks while motioning, pointing toward the curb.

She spun and took a step toward her car, ready to escape, as embarrassment washed over her. But the bushes on the hillside were alive, moving and shaking though there was no discernible wind.

Rank purification filled the air as a host of figures shambled out of the foliage. They’d once been people, or at least that’s what it looked like. Now gray skin hung shriveled on loose frames. Tattered clothing barely covered the animated skeletal remains.

Zombies? It was the only explanation that fit.

Annie backed away, back into the traffic. Speeding cars held only a fraction of the terror of the things that approached her.

“Come on.” A deep male voice from behind.

A warm hand clasped hers, pulling. Annie turned to stare into the piercing gaze of Sam.

“I don’t know what these things are, but we’ve got to get out of here.” His voice a calm oasis in the storm of terror that whirled through her mind.

He dragged her across the highway. Horns continued to blare around her, but whether they were honking at her or the hoard of zombies that pursued her, she couldn’t say.

Sam reached out and took the hand of the small boy waiting on the other side of the roadway. Is that Jonah?

“Everybody get in my truck . . . now!” Sam’s commanding voice compelled Annie to rush toward the vehicle. The woman . . . the one he’d hugged . . . clambered in to sit beside her in the back as Sam hoisted Jonah into the front seat then climbed behind the wheel.

The woman beside her was shaking, her eyes wide. “Where are we going?”

By the time Sam had backed out of his parking space, the creatures were flooding the street, the foremost already across and coming straight for the vehicle. He floored the accelerator, mowing down three of them before reaching the highway. “There’s a Wal-Mart about a mile from here. It will be our best hope of surviving this. They’ll have food, guns, and thick walls.”

He weaved through the heavy traffic as more and more of the restless undead appeared on the side of the roadway ahead. An invasion. An Apocalypse.

“I’m Sam, by the way.” How the hell could he be in such control?

“Annie.” She replied.

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So, did they make it? Of course. Did they end up falling in love? Of course. Did anyone else survive? Hmm…

Okay, hop on over to see what Dani Jace rewrote as the Romance Writers Weekly blog hop continues at: http://www.danijace.com