Hi from Charmaine Gordon and welcome to Meet My Character Blog Tour. Without further ado, I introduce you to Joy Davison, the fifteen year old heroine in my latest recent, like last week, book titled Farewell, Hello, Vanilla Heart Publishing. Take it away, Joy.

“Hi, I’m Joy coming to you right from the pages of Farewell Hello. Born in Chicago, Illinois, my real story begins in 1948 when I met a senior, the most popular boy in high school, and Mother said, “Don’t allow privileges” and I didn’t know what she meant. Danny and I fell in love and now two years later, he’s furious with me and just hung up the phone from his base at San Antonio, Texas where he’s about to graduate from pilot school.

I’m crying staring at my sparkling diamond ring on the third finger of my left hand. I had to postpone our wedding because Mother is suddenly sick with something called Multiple Sclerosis and the doctor says she may not live long. Father says family comes first and since I’m the daughter, I have to take care of sweet Mother. I know in my heart Danny and I will find each other. The main concern is the war in Korea. Little did I know then, there were many obstacles to overcome more than a war.”

Farewell, Hello is available right now in all eformats and soon in print.Concept CVR FH 1-1

That first kiss… that first incredible, agonizing, bellyache-making first kiss. Soon, Joy and Danny are inseparable, planning a future – a life, together.

A kiss goodbye couldn’t prepare the high school sweethearts for all that lay ahead. A family crisis, a tornado, and the Korean War brought their plans to a screeching halt, and changed their futures… but maybe not their forever.

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And I’ve tagged my wonderful friends and authors superb: Meet them on 8/4

Chelle Cordero

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Thanks for your support, dear readers with love, Charmaine



7/27/14 WEWRIWA

The end of July, oh no. How did this happen, folks? Grab onto every summer day and enjoy Sundays with WEWRIWA for constructive critique. I’ve been sharing snippets from To Be Continued for about six weeks and today I may end this coming of age story about a grown woman who, at fifty eight, spreads her wings and learns to fly. Last week, in her enclosed Olympic size pool, she enjoys a delicious romp in chlorine scented air with who else? The pool guy, Maverick. It’s the morning after. Beth wakes to the aroma of hot coffee in a mug close to her head. She’s covered in a large towel and hears her new younger lover’s voice from a distance.

excerpt in eight:

” Do ‘ya mind if I take some pics,” camera already whirring away, Maverick’s deep voice echoed across the pool.

In one swift motion, Beth covered her face with the towel, pictures of Rumpled Beth-skin, no way lover boy, not in your life or mine.

She peeked over the edge of the towel to see Maverick photographing the enclosure, plants and decor at the far end. Wrapped up she made a dash for the door calling, “If you’re hungry, I’ll be in the kitchen.”

The fastest transformation in her history left the energetic,woman radiant, full of creative ideas that included the not-as-young-as he looked man who entered her more than once last night.

Maverick’s slow smart-ass grin took on special meaning when he admitted, “One big bucks guy wanted to see the enclosure so I took pics figuring they would be a terrific boost for my business.”

Beth gathered her thoughts and rapid fire spit them out,”Since I designed my baby from the beginning, Maverick, what’s in it for me?”

You can come of age at any age.   

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The husband returns from shopping with four, count them, four cartons of Haagen Daz!

“”We said we weren’t going to have ice cream in the house any more because I can’t stop once I take a spoonful.”
I moan and check the flavors. Butter Pecan, my fave. Chocolate, chocolate chip. Not so bad , either. And two are Vanilla, almonds and chocolate bits. Well that does it.

“Honey, I planned to hide them in back of the freezer section . You’d never know.””

“Never know? You leave an ice cream coated spoon in the sink and believe I ‘d never notice?” Okay. He’s ill and I forgive him but he’s a guy and doesn’t know women don’t take one bit of a brownie or a taste of cake. It’s part of us built in for centuries.

This brings me to another subject. When I see a writer’s book for sale .99 cents, I shiver and wonder what value does the author place on month’s of work, the angst and hours that go into a story. Or box sales? Buy one, get one free? I don’t get it. My personal feeling is value yourself and your words. The author is an artist. Don’t give your treasure away for ranking or a boost in sales.  Call me old fashioned. I’m expressing myself.

Any thoughts out there? You’re welcome to spill. I have plenty of Haagen Daz to share but not for long.

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A Moment-actually a week-With Al Pacino. . .

1989 Picture this: The casting call came in. They wanted me, my car, and it turned out, we got overtime as early call turned into night. Big bucks. Not really but for a small fish in the big pond just spreading my wings, this was truly a biggie. With no info regarding the star or the name of the movie, I showed up and immediately went to wardrobe and make-up. What fun not always accorded to background artists. Then I waited getting reacquainted with friends. Next thing I knew, the assistant called my name and ushered me out to the streets of mid town Manhattan. Noisy out there with a bus stopped to let off and take on passengers right at the corner where I was placed. And then He showed up, the star surrounded by his personal bodyguard ever vigilant, gun close at hand to protect none other than the city’s own Al Pacino. All 5’7″ of him dressed with too long pants, messed up shaggy hair and that expression on his face. A woman leaned out of the bus window, cookie box in her hand. “Hey Al, we love you, baby.” the assistant grabbed it with a smile and waited ’til the bus pulled away before crossing the street to dump it in a garbage can. I saw the star cringe in fear just for that moment. Possible danger in the mean streets.

Every time a scene was shot, the director rushed over to the star to confer. In hushed conversation with much hand waving, I ascertained the star had the last word on directing Sea of Love.

His co-star, Ellen Barkin, a glamorous off-beat woman wearing tight outfits was hot, hot, hot. Their sex scene in the grocery store while checking out each other more the the fruit and veggies made everyone sweat.

If you don’t blink, you might see me strolling down the avenue minding my business. In truth, most of my time that week I was glued to Al Pacino’s back. Well almost. That’s where they put me; that’s where I happily stayed and watched a great actor work.


Thanks for stopping by to join me in sweet time memories.                       Sea of Love (1989) Poster


7/20/14 WEWRIWA

Oh no, July is flying by and I’m not ready. One day at a time so calm day and enjoy every moment, I tell myself.

Welcome to WEWRIWA where we believe constructive critique helps us to grow as writers.

Thanks to Teresa Cypher’s’ comment last week, today’s eight is about the flame lit by Maverick, the pool guy. His kind attention to my heroine helps  her believe she is special again after husband Frank threw her under the bus by leaving.  The pool enclosure is heated, decorated like a tropical paradise inside and Beth swims every day and night. Maverick shows the plans to a wealthy perspective buyer and excited, stops by one night to tell her. To her annoyance, he knocks on the enclosure door.

excerpt in eight:

Opening the door enough for him to enter, she locked it again and said, “What in the world are you doing here?”
He shuffled around in his boots looking ashamed for disturbing her and then picked a towel off the rack and patted water from Beth’s arms. “ I uh, was passing by, saw the lights on in the pool house and wanted to tell you about, uh, to make sure you were okay.”
Beth noticed once again the age lines around his eyes and figured he was about late thirties —early forties and she was definitely fifty eight and she wondered  how many times does forty go into fifty eight?
He kissed her; stopped with the pats, pulled her wet self closer and kissed the hell out of her.

The climate controlled air upped a notch, bare toes left the puddled surface and steam came from Beth’s lycra swim suit that suddenly felt a size too small.
“Whoa,” Beth said but he didn’t whoa; instead she heard him say I want to make love to you right now, if that’s okay.
Once she said okay, her soon-to-be-lover peeled off tight jeans and stood up, literally, in the smallest underwear she’d ever seen.

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A Moment With Michael Douglas. . .

1987:  “A bowling scene,” the casting director said. Of course I was available. “Half day work, full day’s pay.” Sounded good to me. What to wear, I wondered. I called a friend. She suggested jeans, a plaid shirt and stuff like that there. Good to go for an early call.

Little did I know the movie was Fatal Attraction and I’d have a chat with Michael Douglas during a break. I’ve already confided to you that the ‘Don’t talk to the Stars” rule doesn’t apply to me and why, you might ask?  Because  I’m respectful and fast and always have something to say. And they are always pleased. So I parked at a bowling alley on Riverside Drive heading toward NYC and walked in. Approval from wardrobe came next and there were a few actors I knew from other shoots. And there he was. Handsome lean, smiling, a husky guy obviously  his best friend at his side. He tried out a bowling bowl and with style and grace, brought all the pins down. Applause, applause.

During a break, I walked over to the man. “I loved your movie, Running. He turned to me with wide smile. “Thanks. The reviews weren’t good and I worked so hard.” He hugged me and said “Thanks. You’ve made my day.”

Part of the sweet time I’ll never forget.                         Michael Douglas VF 2012 Shankbone.JPG

Still of Michael Douglas and Stuart Pankin in Fatal Attraction (1987)Michael Douglas with his best pal

A Moment with Tom Hanks. . .

!988. The casting call for a business woman came for the last day of shooting a movie titled, Big, with Tom Hanks, Elizabeth Perkins and Robert Loggia director, Penny Marshall. I believe this was her first movie. Excited to be part of this, wearing a gray wool suit on a bright spring day, I drove down to 23rd street in NYC, parked and hurried for the early call. Nervous assistants scurried around. I overheard murmuring about how tough and organized Ms. Marshall was and thought, good for her. So much to gain for the success of the movie and so much to lose for all her work.

What a cutie, Tom Hanks. So boyish and slim with curly hair, totally focused for his huge role; a breakout part and huge success with Academy awards. Stardom came quickly after this delightful fantasy about a young boy’s wish at a carnival. He wanted to be big. And so the story goes. It never grows old. The enchantment of love combined with innocence of a thirteen year old boy in a young man’s body. If you haven’t seen Big, check it out at your local library  or wherever you have access. You may catch a glimpse of a woman in a gray suit walking briskly down the street as Elizabeth Perkins hails a cab to find her young man and discover the truth.         Big (1988) Poster

Movies. Don’t you just love them? What’s your favorite or favorites?

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