Starting Over-a taste of this book

This is later in the book but I’ve always loved this part. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Ater playing tennis, the four friends gather in the whirlpool room. Emily sat alone in the hot water, steam rose all around her. The door opened, wisps danced and settled in disturbed air, Time for a chat with women she’d known since childhood,

Margaret, Jesse, and Shelly eased into the w, ter to surround Emily, the hub of the wheel in this circle of friends.  Bubbles sprang into action, strategically placed jets pulsed to bring comfort to aches and pains. Her friends waited.

“When Larry died suddenly,” Emily spoke in a soft steady voice, “I should’ve left well enough alone. A happy marriage of thirty years is almost more than a person could ask for. Should’ve, would’ve, could’ve.”

The women leaned toward Emily to hear every word over the noise of the pool.

“So I meet this man, great on the exterior; damaged on the inside; I want companionship, he’s starved for love. And the sex is incredible. He’s a walking hard-on. Yes, our time together is one long orgasm. Do you know what I mean?” No one did.

So we get married and he installs a fancy burglar alarm better than the White House and when I accuse him of controlling me, he’s distraught, says he’ll stop looking in the rear view mirror before he loses what’s right in front of him. So we go for a run and he lags behind. Suddenly a stranger appears and Pat’s not around and I run, looking for him. And when I find him, he’s in the water, dead.”

Emily sat dry-eyed. Tears streamed down the faces of her friends.

Emily said, “I never should have let him into my life.”

“Now who’s looking in the rearview mirror,” Shelly said.

“One long orgasm?” Margaret shook her head.

The mood was broken.

I do hope you’ve enjoyed this snip from Starting Over. I sure did. Thanks for stopping by. You can find the book on Amazon, B&N and more. Thanks.

 

More about my fall

I’m not whining, my friends. It just hit me a few days ago, I lost so much all because I fell and fell so hard that I still get concussions and vertigo and trouble walking and, and, and. What I’m expressing is a lot of grief. Me, the happy actor, the writer, always smiling has grief. Yes, I had grief when my first love died and I began again to carve out a new life but nothing like this. No, nothing like this.

Yes, people have incredible problems. I’ve always been the one to help and now I can’t drive so I’m home alone a lot as I write stories not as fine as before; nothing as good as before. Yesterday I spoke to my dear second husband and poured out my feelings. he didn’t have a clue I felt this way when he raced out the door to shop without asking me to come with him; go to the library with him, go for a walk with him. And now he knows how I feel.

And now you all know how I feel. Tonight was a treat. Daughter and grandest stopped by to lift hands and help granny straighten up a beautiful new office daughter bought for me. All new, fresh, beautiful colors. Was I busy raising all those children ignoring the beauty of our nice home. Clean, Yes. Beautiful, No because I was too busy being a mom and wife doing all the things mom’s do. Of course I battled cancer; no biggie and other surgeries but what the heck.  It’s life.

I had to share this with you as another part of my memoir. The grief of losing a large part of me due to a fall.

My best to you all written with love, Charmaine

Tomorrow I’ll give you a taste of another book, one sure to please you.

 

WIP: a change of pace

The cell phone call forced Joan to wake. Her daughter, Shari, a Captain in the Army, calls to say, “Hi Mom, where’s Dad? I’ll be home in a few.” Overwhelmed with the sight of her daughter after 2 tours in Iraq, she flings open the door to find a pregnant daughter and a young man in a wheelchair. “This is Chris; we’re married. He was injured in a missile attack on the USS Cole and here we are on temporary leave. Where’s Dad?”

Excerpt: Shari tells all as Joan sets her up in the clean bedroom Shari left long ago. “Mom, I’m so sorry I didn’t get the call about Dad.” Tears flow; they hold each other. Through sniffles, Shari confides she met Chris at a party, foolish she had sex and now she’s pregnant but the good thing is the baby will have a father.” Exhausted, Shari falls asleep to leave a concerned Joan in charge with Chris on the downstairs couch, she cleans up with a muddled mind.

Early in the morning, the cell calls; Shari in tears says, “I need you, mom. Chris began bleeding; we called for an ambulance to take him to the Veteran’s Hospital nearby. Hurry before it’s too late, mom, he doesn’t look good.”

Dr. Rhee removes his mask and cap, a serious look on his face, “I’m sorry to say he’s gone although he struggled, fought the good fight to live but his time just ran out. You may see him and we will make arrangements for Arlington National and call you.”

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Folks, this is just the beginning of this new story. Next week things will brighten, I promise.

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A taste of To be Continued

To Be Continued is the first book I wrote for Vanilla Heart. Actually, I wrote it, queried it and soon joined VHP.

After a night of passion with her husband of many married years, Beth Malone wakes to find a note from him. Excited because this is the first note, what she expects to be a love letter,  is something quite different.

Dear Lizzie, It’s not you, it’s me. I’ve been uncomfortable in my own skin for a long time and have decided I must make a change in my life.  I sold my half of the practice to George. You, dear Lizzie, are well taken care of. Call Bruce Bradley. He has all the papers, investments, everything you will need to live in comfort.  The house is yours. Last but not least, I signed my portion of the divorce papers so whenever you’re ready, all you have to do is sign yours. Bruce will take care of the rest.”

She leaped up, made it to the bathroom and retched. “He called me Lizzie, a name I despised. “Divorce,” she shouted to the empty house, “people like us don’t get divorced!”

She called daughter Susie who said, “Dad’s having a mid-life crisis,” and hung up.

Abandoned by her husband, upset with Susie’s casual attitude, Beth decides to re-establish herself as the winner she once was.

When Frank Malone returns, he’s in for a big surprise!

The story is filled with growth and change for Beth, new romance and the wonders life can bring.

Read it, you’ll love it.

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The WIP-what happens next

excerpt: So accustomed to her husband who discussed everything with her, now she must think on her own; not pretty because Larry did all the heavy and even the small thinking for both of them.

First she had to feed the sad pooches, both Therapy Dogs, her babies since daughter Shari had long gone and oh, great idea! she could be way more active in their fine organization since both dogs were certified, she might be part of the West Point program, children’s reading program and so much more.

 

She drank a cup of coffee, a smile on her face watching Lulu and Lizzie finish breakfast and leashed them for a brisk walk around the quiet neighborhood. She recalled when Larry first didn’t feel too well, the dogs stayed on the couch with him all the time. How they loved their master: all too soon, it ended.  Yes, she decided, the therapy dog group must be an important part of her life. Joan dressed as best she could considering she felt like, well, like a rag doll today.

Nerves took hold of Joan as she entered the salon: hugs and solicitations from several women she didn’t know made her feel uneasy. After all, they had husbands to talk to, to make love and share a life while she had emptiness. Dale did her best with a trim, roots colored just right and a blow-out complete with curls and advice like keep smiling and time will pass. Inside herself, Joan cringed, paid and left the busy salon. No invitation for dinner, a movie, nothing and she had to make her own life from now on.

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My costume from an Off Broadway showAct 1

How Do You Start Over?

This excerpt is from the way my first book, Once Again, Now, began.

The clock radio wakes me each day and one morning, I woke up to a story that sent chills through me. A random act of violence on the usually safe footpath where a man and woman were running. A speeding car where it didn’t belong hit and killed the man. I couldn’t get the story out of my mind. It nagged me like a fragment of a tune you can’t recall until I was compelled to write about it.

The story of “Once Again, Now,” poured from my heart.  The story came alive and grew, I who never wrote a book ever.  I wrote and made up stuff to keep it interesting and spicy. My heroine Kate had more guts than I had at the time.

She’s a sheltered widow who takes a risk by going to a recycling -single-men party and meets a man with secrets. Their brief time together ends in tragedy. Unaware that a sociopath is stalking her, Kate will need skills her new husband taught her to survive.

My friends, this is how you start over, step by step; idea by idea.

See you soon,

Charmaine

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Memoir continued

Daughter found a doctor from a rehab hospital in New Jersey. Suddenly I was in a wheel chair going down the hall to a private room. I knew nothing. Every day daughter and granddaughter came to visit after school with a present, something fresh to wear. We watched Dirty Dancing on a small DVD. They left. I heard words like make sure you give her a shower. Somehow I gathered it meant I should be clean; me the Mrs. Clean since I was a child but not now. I glanced around the room so fresh and pretty. Just me and two beds. Everyone exuded kindness. At last I felt kindness inside of me break through just a little bit. I tried to be a person but didn’t know how.

The wheelchair was a strange thing. I learned to use it; forced myself to use it to go the bathroom. Carefully, I slid from the bed onto the seat and worked my way to the small bathroom. With great effort, I opened the door and went in; somehow used my arms to pull me up and sit. The more I did, the excited I became to do this small task. My face felt excellent after a light wash and then a brush of teeth. Imagine that. A miracle. Slowly I returned to the bed, laid down with great care and slept.

The one thing I remembered was to smile. I smiled and did the rehab exercises, painful as they were. I smiled until the physical therapist tried to get me to stand. Then I cried. She worked hard. I worked hard. Several weeks went by and I was able to stand and tried to walk.

I’m so pleased to share this with all of you. It’s tough to be alone on your own battlefield

 

Goodnight, Charmaine