9/21/14 WEWRIWA

Welcome, dear readers, writers and friends to another Sunday with Weekend writer warriors; we who hole up with computers in our snug nest typing away with fictional characters hovering over our shoulders. We laugh and cry and write The End only to begin again. Join the love fest. We’re a community of writers who welcome constructive critique.

Continuing with Housebroken. After Sally and Steve have fallen in love with this unusual town, River’s Edge in upstate NY where the credo is Kindness to Strangers, they’ve found the perfect house. This snippet takes place the next morning. It’s one of those -Just when you thought it was safe to go into the water moments. . .

and we give you superior retirement package plus you keep new car fully paid. One hitch as you say here in America, Steven San, is arrangement is top secret and the company has been informed you requested retirement as of today. ” Then Ho

Sally arrived home after the best workout in months to find Steve’s car in the driveway and stopped, frightened.

Fear flooded through her as she raced in the house calling, “Steve, Steve,” and up the stairs to the bedroom she ran to find him lying there on the bed face ashen, tie askew.

He struggled to sit up; “I got to work to find  a note from Hiro San the top boss left on my desk that said  he wanted to see me early in the day so I hurried over to his closed door.

“Steven San,”my superior  said with a smile, “We must close your division of the company therefore you are now retired.

Hiro San, the snake, I never liked him, pushed a paper across the desk and said, “Sign here, keep pen.”
“What did you do?” Sally’s hands clenched to hold back tears of the indignity he’d suffered after years of service.
“I had no choice; I signed, accepted a folder with pages of information and with much bowing on his part, I left—out of work for the first time in my life.”

Shocked by the sudden turn of events, Sally said, “Steve, we’ll find a way to survive. Let’s look at the damn folder and figure out how we’ll manage before you get a job and I can work. This is no time to move.” Her dreams of River’s Edge faded.

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Book Review: Housebroken by Charmaine Gordon

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An author has an idea and writes, and writes. If you’re forunate, the story is published. Who will read it? And then reviews come in. This one touches my heart. Chelle Cordero ‘get’s it. She understands the dilemma of empty nest, the mixed feelings of waving goodbye to the last child as they move on and you and your husband wonder what happens next. . .to us?

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Housebroken: A River’s Edge Romantic Suspense

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by Charmaine Gordon

5 stars

An Amusing Look at an Empty Nest

Charmaine Gordon gives us a wonderful novella about couple who have just achieved empty nest status. Steve and Sally Atwood decide it’s their time to live, they’re still young enough to begin a perpetual honeymoon in a new, smaller home in a community suited for them and not for a young family. Everything is going well, they find the home of their dreams, their passion is as good as it’s ever been (better even without the interruptions), and their new neighbors are definitely their kind of people.

But there are unexpected hurdles – Steve and Sally face them head on and together.

The story is a quick and refreshing read. Ms. Gordon’s writing allows the reader to share in the joy of planning, the trepidation from set-backs, and cheer as they move forward…

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9/14/14 WEWRIWA

Welcome to Sunday at wewriwa. Chrysanthemums in every color blooming, leaves beginning the annual gorgeous display of Autumn.

I continue with a couple more weekends of Housebroken to move onto my WIP, Book 2 of the River’s Edge series. Claudia Wilcox, the too good to be true realtor, proves to be one swell woman taking the Atwood’s to the perfect Adult community, no kids allowed except for short visits.

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The Atwood’s piled into Claudia’s comfortable BMW SUV. She pointed out places of interest including the well known The River’s Edge Restaurant overlooking the falls. Before long she made a right turn into a wooded community with separate homes, well -tended lawns and an activity center.
“This is a mature adults only community, fifty five years and up, no grandchildren living here only to visit.That building,” she gestured to the white circular structure, “houses the activity center where they have comprehensive daily programs, writing seminars, cooking classes, a pool and eight HarTru tennis courts so easy on older bones.”
She pulled up to a home and Sally’s heart beat faster, her eyes widened taking in the spring flowers, a flagstone path without weeds growing between the flat stones, tulips pushing the way through a garden alongside daffodils and multi-colored tall gladiolas.

Check out the inside, how much, can they afford it and what time can they move in, Sally thought or maybe someone was murdered there and no one wanted to buy it so this was a bargain they couldn’t refuse. NOT!
Claudia opened the door with a key,  “I always think it’s silly when a realtor points to the bathroom and says this is the bathroom so I suggest you take your time to wander around and call for me when you have questions.”

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And Then She Said. . .

My precocious grandest and I were on the way to Karate yesterday. She’s changed from Taekwando to this form of martial arts and loves it. On the way there, just after leaving her home, I saw her eyes closed and assumed a quick nap was in order for my first grader so I tuned into one of my news stations, 77 in NY, hosted by Michael Savage. Suddenly her eyes opened wide.

“Did he say the president lied?”

“Yes, he did. I’m listening because I don’t have time to read the newspaper or watch television news reports. The only time I catch up on what’s going on is when I drive back and forth to get you. It’s important to get opinions.”

“What’s opinion?”

I quick thought about a few examples and we talked about this during the commercial break.I asked if I should change the station and grandest said no. Together we listened about possibilities of war, conflict, fighting in countries far distant from The United States.

“Very interesting, Granny. Next time let’s listen to the man again. And I’m gonna watch out for opinions at school.

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Spreading My Wings by Charmaine Gordon

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My background had nothing to do with writing. First a good daughter, then a good wife and mother of too many during the Korean War. All I knew was good. Service wives learned to button up; secrets kept during the war especially the Strategic Air Command where my pilot husband learned to fly an atom bomb mission wives never learned about for many years way after the men left the service. Something dreamed up by the brass who flew desks at the pentagon never came to fruition, thank heaven.

As for me, I didn’t learn to spread my wings ‘til my youngest and only daughter turned about sixteen. After moving to NY to settle down, I performed in community theaters. One day, a professional actor suggest I step up to the big city and make my way. The beginning of a new way of life. I took classes at night…

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9/7/31 WEWRIWA

And the days dwindle down to a precious few. Have you noticed leaves turning gold? We have, way back in the yard.  Meanwhile dear readers,writers, friends, we have our fun Sunday. I continue with Housebroken where Sally and Steve Atwood arrive in the quaint town of River’s Edge upstate NY with the help of Mother, their treasured GPS voice. The sound of waterfalls hitting against rocks in a stream just out of sight is appealing. A shop with the sign Pet Emporium looks charming but they don’t have a pet. Time for that later. Steve peers in the window of Trumbull Realtor where a woman waves for them to come in.

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Trumbull Realtor’s had wood paneled walls and carpeted floors with a lemon scent in the air and the busy office had several clients leaning over desks, pointing at pictures and asking questions of the staff.
“I’m Claudia Wilcox; sit you down and rest a spell while I see how I can make your life better.”
Steve exchanged glances with Sally and said “We just came up north to see what River’s Edge is all about.”
With the kindest smile they’d ever seen, Claudia said,”We’re all about value and the good life.”

“First, I must tell you we’re just looking since we own a home in Rockland County and all of a sudden my wife,” he touched Sally’s hand, “tells me the house is too big now that the kids have grown up and moved out.”
Sally added,”And before they decide to move back in so subject to selling our home, we’d like two bedrooms, two baths, a kitchen big enough for two and I’d like a room with a sun roof and also a small deck and a yard in case we ever get a dog.”
Steve frowned,“What’s with a sun roof? The sun’s outside where it belongs; you want sun, go out where the sun is.”

After watching her husband fill out forms with information needed about finances, Sally reached for his hand knowing what came next when he sheepishly said, “Sorry honey, I know we’ve come to the right place and if you really want a sun roof, it’s yours.”Housebroken CVR frontfor more snippets from talented writers:


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Where would we be without us?

As a new widow years ago, I met many nice men playing the “Getting to Know You Game.” At one point, I thought enough already. I’ll remain a widow and just be a grandmother and then fate stepped in and I met the man to become my second husband. No more just me and memorizing scripts working on the next play or auditioning for another job. I had a someone to keep me company and keep me warm. It took a lot of adjustment but we made it work because we wanted to be together.

Marriage is one long conversation. He learned to communicate. Not easy to change when you’re older but he managed. We’ve been through a lot of thick, a bit of thin to balance and here we are in our eighties. Grandest has two grandparents to pitch in when daughter calls and enjoy our six and a half year old’s antics.

I wrote a book titled Now What? Similar in some ways to my trying to be comfortable as a single in my doubles world. I cried a lot, laughed a lot, during the writing. If you know me, you’ll nod your head and say, “Yes, that’s what she does.” Enjoying every moment of every day is my motto and survive and thrive no matter what.  Did you ever notice how many time a day people say, “Now What? or What Now?” My first husband and I said that every time a change came into our lives. Thirty seven years married and five years best friends. . .a lot of Now What’s.

Now What?

“NOW WHAT?” begins with a scene so personal, never meant to be told, but it took charge as I cried, laughed and typed.
Because this is out of my comfort zone, I’m going to introduce Carly Evans. Yes, Carly is a fictional character, the protagonist of NOW WHAT? who comes alive in the story.

It was 2:30 a.m. when the phone rang. I fumbled for it, my heart starting a race toward bad news.
Our doctor’s voice urged me to hurry. I crammed into clothes as if I expected this call.
It is only a fever that won’t go down, isn’t it?

Our doctor shook his head. “. . .Carly, I’m so sorry.”

He lay on the hospital bed where I’d kissed him goodbye not so many hours before. I’d said, “See you tomorrow.” My husband of thirty years replied with words I hadn’t heard in a long time. “I love you.” Not since the heart attack two years before when he began listening to his heart beat and forgot about me. Maybe we both sensed the crossroads ahead, the impending doom.
Settling in beside my Bob, I held his cooling hand and asked the two words spoken many times during our years together. “Now what?” This time there was no response. I was on my own for the first time.

When my fingers touched his wedding ring, I slipped it off and held it in my fist. The gold band was warm.
“Come back to me, dearest.”

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Now What? by Charmaine Gordon