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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.

Don’t forget, dear readers out there. Read one of my many books, leave a comment and let me know. Goodies await you.

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

Watch out. The WIP is coming

Possible title: The Widow, The Daughter, The Doctors

Excerpt:

Newly widowed Joan stared out at the garden and thought what a mess and she had to fix it, make it right and why; because no one is home anymore. She’s the only one to see blooms from now on. The fun of pulling dandelions together ended the day his heart attacked him; a laundry list of pleasure left her life and Larry never even said goodbye. Thirty-seven years of life together gone and Joan took a deep breath, let it out before she thought what’s next?

She rolled up her short sleeves to make a list; from now on it’s up to tough Joannie to keep things going, to care for herself and don’t forget about Larry’s car. Who needs two cars both almost new and now she can ride his Harley whenever she wanted to without asking! A capable woman, she knew how to shoot Skeet and suddenly an idea came to her. Larry just paid the club membership so she’d ride to the meeting Saturday and appeal to the men because she planned to belong to the club and shoot every week.

Her letter to Larry said: Dear Deceased Larry, you son of a bitch, it’s your fault you died and left me alone. Take your pills, I said but no and she lit a match to the paper and turned her back to the flame.

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Gang, I’m up for any changes you think fit. Write them and I’ll respect your ideas. Maybe. Just kidding.

Before the Final Curtain plus good news

Thus far we’ve met Becca Morgan, the new first lady in Randall’s latest play. Then came Christopher Williams, Becca’s former lover on and off stage in years gone by. Now we meet the rest of the cast and more. Are you ready? Yes, you are

Always one to arrange the gathering with style, Randall Sloan had what he called the Drama Bus pick up everyone who didn’t live in New York City at a designated location , Exit 5 on the Palisade Parkway.Jane Nelson, a sturdy middle age woman stood feet planted apart, clipboard in hand and called, ” Gather around, people.”

Excerpt:  Jane Nelson, a sturdy middle age woman stood feet planted apart, clipboard in hand and called, ” Gather around, people.”

Penny Cranford hurried from her Toyota, bag in hand bumping against endless legs. She has her first big role as Becca morgan’s daughter in a new play. “I’m so excited,” she said to no one and everyone.

“Hey, Penny, we made it, good to see you, “said Brad Joseph and he moved in close to his soon -to-be stage wife, “this is great.”

The award winning costumer, Selma Leon observed and made mental notes.

The assistant to the director, a brilliant young man, staggered out of an old VW with a stuffed battered briefcase.

Jane said, “Welcome to the Drama Bus; before you get on board, you may call me Stage Nazi just once ’cause that’s what you’re allowed. After that, you may call me Jane.”

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Before the Final Curtain is one of three stories in Volume One, The Beginning. . .Not The End.

 

And now more good news. Charlies Family Secrets, 3 books in an omnibus are now available in all e formats. Great summer reading you won’t forget:      Product Details

Before the Final Curtain + an Omnibus of three fine books

Last week, Becca discovered she had the lead in a new play and her costume in Act One would be a towel.

This week we meet ChristopherWilliams, former lover and performer on stage with Becca until she made a big change.

excerpt:

Hollywood sucked the juice right out of me, Chris thought, with one year there, a movie, three potential pilots, too much booze and silly woman. Great to be home but no calls in two weeks bored him so out to the neglected flowers to deadhead petunias almost missing the clarion call of the cell phone.

The deep voice said, “Christopher, old boy,” and the reply came back with “Cut the crap, Randy; I don’t like the word old; so you called because. . .”

“Most actors are thrilled to receive my summons; I have a part for you.”

“How big and where?”

“As usual you cut to the chase; the good news is leading man in my new play with Becca Morgan as your leading woman.”

Long silence as Chris’s rapid breathing slowed before he said, “We haven’t worked together for a long time.”

“It’s magic time once again, Christopher; send me your FAX number and you’ll have the script and schedule in a few.”

His one and only Becca, no woman ever touched his heart the way she still did.

The Beginning. . .Not The End

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Regarding the 3 book Omnibus listed on Amazon: I just read a review of Reconstructing Charlie written a while back. Here’s a taste:

Charlie Costigan has a secret. Home life gone from bad to the worst when she protects her mother from another vicious attack by her drunken father. Midnight. Clothes thrown into a suitcase, she races for the bus with a letter to an unknown aunt and uncle. This is my daughter. Embrace her as if she were your own.

Determined, Charlie begins again. Alone with her secret.

Like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, Charlie rises above being abused. With steely determination, she thrives in the care of an aunt and uncle she’s never known. Her guilt and need to connect with her mother and siblings bring her low at times.

There is sparkle and vivacity to her personality and so many of the fine characters especially the Labradoodles she names Lord and Lady.

Thanks, my friends

Before the Final Curtain + an Omnibus of 3 books

When last seen, as in last week, the phone rang disturbing Becca’s peaceful homecoming moment.

excerpt:

When she heard a voice say Becca, her heart beat faster in recognition; Randall Sloan, the powerful director she’d worked with many times in the old days when he was called Randy apropos of his philandering days.

“Becca, love, I’ve written a new play perfect for you; the FAX is on the way.”

Fingers crossed, she said, “Don’t tell me my character is the faithful companion or the housekeeper.”

His voice deepened to a sexy growl; “You are the lead, Titled Honor Thy Mother, Please,” a poignant comedy, small cast.”

“The lead, oh, oh, oh what’s the part,” and she danced naked on the patio ready to sing and carry on. “You know me, Randy, tell me something, anything.”

“Oh, all right; she’s a lonely widow who lets her daughter and son-in-law move in with her and they abuse the privilege so she goes to a bar and meets a man but just one thing. Are you still in good shape?” “Why do you ask?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Your costume in part of Act one is a towel.”

“I’ve kept in shape, thank you;” as she raced to the FAX to watch pages of a new script drop into the tray to change her life.

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The short story is one of three fun stories titled: The Beginning . . .Not the End

And now for a quick announcement:

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              Stories of Women Who Survive…and Thrive

 


 

 

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Tom Donnelly, once known as The Catch – every woman’s dream
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and makes a list of resolutions to change his life. He vows to regain
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Before the Final Curtain

“Home at last;” Becca Morgan set the cat carrier down after flinging open the carved oak door to her home overlooking the Hudson River. Freeing her faithful companion from his prison, she laughed as he meowed and bolted for the litter box. “Are we happy or what? she found joy to be home after months on the road during a three month tour of yet another play.

She stretched out on her queen-sized bed to admire all the Polished Tony awards, Emmy’s, Golden Globes and plaques, tributes to past performances. It’s so great to be back in New York although pickings were not plentiful for the well known actor; forget starring roles of yesteryear.

The cell phone shattered the peaceful moment with her favorite tune, Happy Days Are Here Again.

A familiar voice said, “Becca,” and she recognized the voice of Randall Sloan, the powerful director she’d worked with before.

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This is from The Beginning. . .Not The End  three stories in one volume. This is a show business story, casting couch with all the goofy stuff that goes on during a play.