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10/12/14 WEWRIWA

And the days dwindle down to a precious few. . .No problem. We have our community of writers, WEWRIWA, to keep us going and write we must. Today I appeal to you, I’ve done this in the past, with a WIP, the sequel to Housebroken, Book 2 in the River’s Edge Series. Untitled, jump in at any time with full credit, I intended to select a character from Book One but Sally Atwood intruded saying , “Oh no you don’t. I’m about to blossom from homemaker to reporter.” I followed her lead and this is what came up. The story begins with her first interview at River’s Edge Community Cable Company. Sally’s fifty five. All the others in the waiting room are young. YIKES!

excerpt in eight:

“Sally Atwood.” Sally jumped when she heard the receptionist call her name.

She picked up the dropped briefcase and gathered spilled papers, embarrassed in front of all the young reporters waiting for an interview.

Jerald Adams had the reputation as high man on the totem pole of local news, also rumored to be a womanizer.
She entered the office, smelled cigars and wrinkled her nose.
“Well hello, Sally Atwood, have a seat and tell me why you don’t like the smell of cigars and had to wrinkle that pretty turned up nose?”
She sat deflated like a whipped pup knowing she’d gotten off to a bad start.
“I’m sorry it I offended you, Mr. Adams; I’m here to show you what I’ve accomplished so far and promise if, after you see my reporting ability, I’ll get, uh, used to the scent.”
He rose and came around the desk towering over the petite Sally, “Get me an interview with Grace Trumbull at the Pet Emporium with her doing the special dog communication thing she’s known for and you’re hired, little lady.”

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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. . .

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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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.

excerpt in eight:

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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8/31/14 WEWRIWA

Labor Day does not mean a celebration of when women went into childbirth labor and the pain that accompanies it. Oh No.

Copied from Wikipedia:Labor Day in the United States is a holiday celebrated on the first Monday in September. It is a celebration of the American labor movement and is dedicated to the social and economic achievements of workers. It constitutes a yearly national tribute to the contributions workers have made to the strength, prosperity, and well-being of their country. Long May We Wave and God Bless America.

Back to Wewriwa, folks. Last week, Sally Atwood seduced Steve with apple dumplings. That plus new noisy neighbors convinced her reluctant husband to go house-hunting in adult communities further north from their home in Rockland County, NY. They drove to a couple of listings; a cottage on the Hudson River had a sold sign and another had a crime scene tape across the door. Disappointed, Sally checked the list

 

excerpt in eight:

“I did some research and this River’s Edge appears to be a great town, taxes low, a 5 star restaurant where people from New York City come to dine, with scenic beauty so I think we should give it a look-see.”
“What I really want to do is go home and snuggle with you, Sally and that’s the truth so let’s get it over with.”
“ Drive without a fuss or prejudice; keep an open mind and when we’re home, we’ll snuggle.”
The gas guzzling Mercedes tank was filled and the GPS lady named Mother after Steve’s bossy mom who knew everything, just ask her, took command.  Passed on a year ago, beloved by her only son, Sally, the daughter-in-law and three grandchildren, Granny Atwood had had a great sense of humor and got a kick out of the GPS lady.
Mother barked out orders, “Turn North to merge onto the Palisade Parkway and drive twenty miles until you see the sign River’s Edge; drive 0.1 mile and you are at your destination.”
They always got a kick out of her and said together,“Thanks, Mother, you’re always right.”
As the Atwood’s neared the town, they heard waterfalls rushing down a stream, crashing against rocks and boulders and  a sense of peace came over them.

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8/24/14

Where did summer go? August, usually the hottest month, was on the chilly side. But we survived cancer, day to day crises and I’m writing Book 2 of the Housebroken series. You know me so well. Laughing and crying as I always do, page after page having the best time in my writing career. Welcome WEWRIWA to another Sunday. I promise to behave. Let me know if I’m doing okay and I’ll do the the same for you. That’s what we do in this community of writers.

Last week, Sally Atwood complained, and rightly so, about the old house falling apart. After Steve went to sleep, she checked out listings for mature communities in other towns and watched as a stream of them rushed out of the printer. Her Mother always said the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach so Sally made a plan. She’d bake apple dumplings for breakfast, seduce him with the aroma plus waffles and then show him the listings. Should work. Had to work. Let’s read the eight to see what happens next.

excerpt in eight:

As if baked apples were part of the usual Sunday fare, Sally said, “Good morning, sleepy head, get out of my way or the dumplings will burn and the waffle iron just beeped so breakfast is officially ready.”
“ Not that I don’t appreciate waffles and you know how I love your dumplings, sweetheart, but we always have scrambled eggs and bacon.”
She unfolded a cloth napkin with a spring motif of birds and butterflies and spread it across her lap. “There’s nothing but the best for you, and for us.”
After breakfast ended, Steve patted his middle, cocked his head toward the open windows and said, “Listen to the great sound of silence.“
Suddenly, a baby nearby began to cry loud, a dog barked and didn’t stop and from next door, the new neighbor yelled “Jimmy, stop torturing the dog, Mona, pick up the baby.”
Steve exchanged glances with Sally; “Are there any listings for mature adults only?”
“It just so happens. . .”

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8/3/14 WEWRIWA

August and the weather feels almost like fall so far with relatively cool and cloudy days. But the sun shines upon us at Weekend Writer Warriors as we gear up for another Sunday.

Today I bring to you a WIP, working title Housebroken. No, it’s not about a dog although my husband commented that I’ve housebroken him and he’s right. Sally and Steve Atwood thought when their last child walked out the door and waved goodbye, his bride beside him, life would be a breeze after thirty five years of marriage raising three kids. Life doesn’t always work out that way.

You know I welcome your constructive critique and thanks for your support.

excerpt in eight:

“Alone at last,” Steve hugged his wife, “Let our second honeymoon begin.” To his surprise, when he lifted Sally’s chin for a kiss, he found tears running down her cheeks.

She sniffled, wiped tears on his shirt and pointed to the big quiet rooms in their home; “Once we had sweet babies crawling and later children ‘s toys were. . .”

“underfoot and we never slept because they cried all night and later they wanted the keys to the car and thought they knew more than we did.” He pulled her to him and said, “Sweetheart, you’ve forgotten the effort we’ve put in to raising the kids to be good people and now it’s our turn to be alone.” Let’s have champagne to celebrate; I bought your favorite chocolate covered strawberries so fill the Jacuzzi and we can relax.”

Sally kissed her husband, knew he was right and he’d pushed the right buttons for a decadent afternoon. A  flute of bubbly, dark chocolate covered strawberries and sex–perfect.

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As you can see, my publisher has faith in me and has already prepared a cover.

The town is River’s Edge in upstate NY, the same setting for She Didn’t Say No.                                                                    Housebroken CVR front

 

 Are we having fun yet? You bet we are.

2/2/14 WEWRIWA

February. I love this month of my birth. Thanks to my dearly departed parents for giving me the creative talents and health to survive all the years of my sweet and sometimes, not so sweet, life.

This week is the last snippet from Reconstructing Charlie, a story written two years ago and continues to haunt me. Here’s an intro to the scene. Picture this, dear readers.

Dear old Dad lies deceased in the kitchen, struck down from a tire iron wielded by fifteen year old Charlie. Mom is busy packing an old suitcase with Charlie’s clothes. Where is she going with her terrible secret? Mom pulled a box out from a drawer in her small desk and opened it. Fancy stationery paper, the old fashioned kind with the scent of flowers. Taking a deep breath, Mom wrote in her perfect handwriting. Charlie always believed Mom had a lot of secrets. Now she got a peek at some just before she was leaving. Not fair and felt like her little sisters when they stamped their feet against the world. She didn’t want to leave. Mom said, “Don’t let her turn you away. She’s my older sister. She hated your father.” Charlie never saw her cry before and when tears fell, Mom brushed them away. Panic set in and Charlie said, “What if she’s not there?” Mom almost laughed. “She’ll be there.”

 

Excerpt in eight:

Wrapped in a towel, I watched Mom empty my clothes into her suitcase and I couldn’t move for a minute; he’s dead in the house and she packed my clothes for what? I went into action and pried up the board in the closet, removed my money, and secured it into a money belt I’d bought in a second hand shop.

Unfastening a gold locket on a long chain Mom wore around her neck, she said, “Hold up your hair, my girl” and we stood face to face, her hazel eyes looking into mine. I heard a tiny click when the clasp was in place around my neck then she kissed the locket and let it slide under my shirt.

“What’s in the locket, Mom?”

 “Two sisters, my dear Charlie, one wise, one foolish, yes, I have a sister, your aunt Eleanor, Mrs. Stuart Alfred 1125 Lake Shore Drive Chicago, it’s on this envelope, so listen hard; money and education are most important and one more thing, precious girl, don’t let boys catch your scent, keep clean because that’s something I forgot.”

She wrote a letter and slid it into an envelope and handed it to me, “Don’t lose this, Charlie, it’s your passport to a new life.”

“Charlie,” Mom looked in my eyes so deep as if she was taking a picture, “Don’t call, I’ll call you when I have something to say; now hurry, it’s not too late to catch the bus.”

Mom hugged me and I ran.             Reconstructing Charlie new eyes

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