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“What you do speaks so loudly that I cannot hear what you say.” –Ralph Waldo Emerson
Every Wednesday on Twitter a bunch of fantastic authors participate in a fun twitter party called One Line Wednesday. The theme this last Wednesday was the word “Old”
Here are my “old” themes from my three books:
Everlasting: Bob came bounding out of the picket-fenced yard, shaking the hair out of his eyes. I could almost hear his old bones creaking.
Chasm: “She goes on those bus trips with a bunch of other old ladies. I don’t think she ever wins a whole heck of a lot.”
The One: “If I live until I’m eighty, will you still wait for me? Were you serious about us being together when I die an old lady?”
Dying wasn’t a choice. For Sophia, it was a need.
Back Cover Blurb:
Seventeen-year-old Sophia Bandell is scared of boys, and her biggest fear is dying. Boys make her uncomfortable and itchy and dying is …well …dying. She is ecstatic when her long lost friend calls her, inviting her to spend the summer with her on the beach at Charleston, South Carolina.
When a plastic saucer hits her in the head one day as she’s sunbathing, Sophia has no idea it will forever change the course of her life. It is there she comes face to face with the impressive Tate Forester.
She is scared and …itchy, but he’s gorgeous and she can’t shake him from her mind. They begin dating and Sophia soon knows he’s the one.
Things turn dark when she finds out Tate isn’t the person he says he is, wanting to break up with her, and the real reason her friend has brought her to the beach is to teach her about life after death.
To force Tate out of her mind, she turns to her childhood crush, Aaron Stuart. But, she’s tortured between a love she can never have and an egotistical Aaron, whom she finds out she never really loved in the first place.
Seeking Tate out one last time, she is forced to make a choice, a choice that might just be a matter of life or death.
We stood there and looked around, an awkward silence playing between us. Then he stepped closer and took my hand in his, sending a bolt of staggering electricity zipping through my chest. “Her hand fits perfectly in mine.” He whispered this, as if confirming it with someone. His gaze locked on it, analyzing, then with a shake of his head, he spoke louder. “Sophia, I’m sorry. I …I lied to you.”
I looked at him—bewilderment crinkling my face—and tried to understand. “Lied?” My voice broke. “I don’t get it.”
“I wasn’t sick that day. Well, in a way I was, I guess. The truth is, I was gut-sick. That guy …he was sitting by you the whole day …and …and he never left your side. I’d check throughout the day, but he was still there. I couldn’t help it. I was insanely jealous.” He looked down, his tone deepening as he flexed his fingers that were still laced through mine.
“What?” His words astounded me. I swiped my brow with my free hand. “You were jealous …of me?”
He released my hand and paced back and forth, the nervousness seeping through as he wrung his hands. “I know it’s stupid, but I couldn’t help myself. I love the way you laugh and …I like you, Sophia …a lot, and it hurt me to see you with someone else.”
He lifted his hair off his forehead, pushing it up. His eyes locked on mine again, captivating me. I couldn’t look away. My self-consciousness took over—heckling me. The way I looked right now—with my hair a matted mess from the mist, and no makeup on—must look ridiculous. I drew away, making myself smaller.
I laughed my nervous laugh and kicked the sand with my shoe. “Who, him? You mean …Brian?” My words wobbled, but I giggled, unable to believe that Brian talking to me could make anyone jealous.
Source: The One
Slowly making progress in The One, the second book in the Everlasting series. Slow and steady progress will get the book done. Being a published author made it all too real that now I write for the world to see, not just myself. This brings on new feelings of doubt and pressure. The pressure to succeed and bring to my readers a source of entertainment that they’ll enjoy and want to read more of. But I have faith in myself. And when that doubt creeps in, I will keep on, because even though I may not be able to please everyone, writing does please me and it is what I was meant to do!! Follow your dreams people! That’s what life is really about!!
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