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9/13/15 WEWRIWA

Well here we are, a pouring rain today and that’s just fine. Maybe the grass will turn green again. Bless our loved ones who were lost at the World Trade Center years ago. So many hearts were broken that fateful day. May there never be another day like that in our beautiful country.

Today I continue with my WIP. Thanks for all your enthusiastic comments, dear friends. Last week, the twins escaped the private school where they lived captive for many years with the help of Aunt and Uncle Alfred and as always, Edgar in his black suit. Chicago, here they come.


“Thanks for springing us, otherwise we would have climbed over the gate and hitchhiked to Chicago.”
Eleanor thought about the cold winter they were facing and the fact the girls wore simple cotton shorts and tee shirts as she asked, “Do you have warm clothes in the duffel bag?”
They giggled and Carey said, “no, Ma’am, just undies, socks, sneaks, jammies. . .”
Celia finished with,”2 shorts, 2 tees, I white shirt and a black skirt.”
“And a partridge in a pear tree,” their sweet voices sang in harmony.
Uncle Stuart chuckled, “We’re in for a wonderful life with our nieces.”

Celia whispered to Eleanor. “Where’s the loo?”

“Stuart, the girls are like foreigners in some way with everything so fresh and new.”
He took a deep breath and exploded with laughter when the girls returned riding piggyback carrying gift soaps and lotions from the small loo.

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whendoublebecomessingleanother 5 Star review I’m pleased to share with you.

By Judith Audevard on September 6, 2015

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9/6/15 WEWRIWA

Hi Gang, what a glorious week. Lots of good news but it will keep for a little while

Continuing with my WIP. This is where the twins are kidnapped from the school where they’ve been kept for many years. They texted their Uncle Stuart in Chicago who gave the word to the evil sister Elizabeth that the cops were after her and drove to the isolated school to kidnap their nieces age seventeen.


They tiptoed down the hall to a small room and one of the girls closed the door cramped for two and now there were five adults packed like sardines, everyone smiling.
“Did you come to spring us ’cause we’ve been waiting for a long time.”
Like a comedy act, the girls had their audience silently cracking up.
Stuart held thumbs up, Eleanor held both thumbs up, and Edgar said, “Break out.”
They packed in one duffel bag, if you don’t have much, it doesn’t take long just like Charlie and Jimmy.
“Wait for us by the front door and we’ll say goodbye and thank you for holding us hostage for too many years.”

The twins never looked back, their green eyes popped wide at the shiny black limousine parked in the driveway.

“We will all be quite comfortable getting to the airport,” as she touched their matching tawny auburn hair glowing in the late afternoon sun. Carey whooped with obvious joy and cartwheeled all the way to the sleek long machine and her sister followed with back flips not missing a beat.

Five minutes later they were all seated in the spacious limousine, the girls apparently subdued by the sudden change in status.

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Announcing a 5 star review for When Double Becomes SIngle by Joanne Guidoccio

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Ms. Gordon has written a novel that tugs at the heartstrings. From start to finish, I found myself rooting for Sharon Michaels, the lovable protagonist, who succeeds in inspiring and motivating not only widows and widowers, but anyone who is experiencing an empty nest, divorce, retirement, or other unexpected change of circumstances.

After the death of her beloved husband, Sharon grieves deeply but finds the inner strength to begin her healing journey. As she embarks on a series of adventures, her life becomes a whirlwind, filled with new people and delightful experiences. At one point, a prolific “senior” author makes a cameo appearance, adding to the inspirational tone of the novel.

Well done, Ms. Gordon! This is a book I read in one sitting and simply couldn’t put down.

8/30/15 WEWRIWA

Ocean City, MD almost gobbled me up with  pounding waves and low and high tides at any given moment. We had a fine time , the three of us, I wrote many chapters longhand on the beach, worked out in a gym at our digs and grandest made some super new friends from Long Island. And now back to real life with bags unpacked, cats purring and so is my hubs now that the laundry is finished.

The Alfred’s, Eleanor and Stuart plus their manservant, Edgar arrive in Salt Lake City to step out into the dry heat. They look up and see an eagle dive for prey to remind them of the evil sister Elizabeth.


Edgar stepped out to open the back door of the streamlined limousine and
Eleanor, resplendent in a flower garden silk dress, floated out in her graceful way into the dry air where the sun created a halo around her.
Her sister dismounted from a black stallion better groomed than she was with weathered wrinkled skin and waved away the young rent a hunk cowboys.
Stuart and Edgar remained at Eleanor’s side; like a desert tableau with a light wind blowing sand at their city feet, no one spoke.
When Elizabeth opened her mouth to break the silence, Stuart warned her by holding up his hand.

Stuart had his court face on, confident, facts lined up and proof. “ Regarding the investigation into the death of your first husband, it was apparent to the police that you had erased someone’s prints from the tire iron to replace them with your own.”
“I’m calling the police,” and Elizabeth pulled a cell phone from her jacket and waved it at Stuart.
“ You’re under suspicion regarding the disappearance of Max Calhoun; his grown children think you had something to do with him not calling the past few months.”
.Eleanor spoke, her voice sweet and clear, “I‘m the mother your children never had before now let’s get out of this place of misery.”
The little sister she once knew and loved began to scream and stamp her cowboy boots in the sand just the way she’d done years before.

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8/16/15 WEWRIWA

Grandest is going to Sandwich, Cape Cod with her father’s family and we will have a peaceful week. God Bless that bit of dynamite. Daughter told her we might take an overnight trip to LBI and she said, “Who will play with you and Grans?”

Back to my WIP. If you haven’t read Reconstructing Charlie, this is the last part of the saga of the Costigan family. A generous aunt and uncle in Chicago accepted the young niece, Charlie, when she appeared at their door with nothing but a note of introduction. They raised this brilliant young girl and then her younger brother Jimmy. Now, with an elaborate kidnapping scheme in place, the twin sisters text their uncle for help. That excerpt took place last week with a bit of help from all of you. What a team! Moving on. . .


The well known Chicago lawyer, Stuart Alfred, hunkered in to the buttery leather chair in his study and beckoned to the love of his life, Eleanor, who sat across from him.
“Come sit on my lap, darling girl.”
“I would, but since you’ve been eating so many Belgium truffles when you thought I didn’t pay attention, your lap has disappeared.”
He patted his girth and nodded, “At least come a bit closer; The time has come. . .
the walrus said, to talk of many things: of shoes and ships—and sealing wax—of cabbage and kings.”

Eleanor ‘s laughter rang through the room as her floral patterned silk dress flowed when
gracefully she crossed to the love seat and said “Thank you, Lewis Carroll.”
“Sit beside me, dearest and whisper sweet nothing’s in my ear.”
With a wise look on his aging attractive face, he obeyed because in the courtroom, he ruled; at home, Eleanor was in charge.

She unwrapped a truffle, dark chocolate with a coconut filling and let the sweetness melt in her mouth before a quick chew and swallow then pulled her husband’s head down kissing his parted lips to share the chocolate taste.

“ Just before I left the office, I received a text from the twins saying Help.”
She jumped to her feet and paced the study, “What about Elizabeth, maybe she won’t let them go.”

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As some of you may know When Double Becomes Single was just released this past week.


Before that awful night, Sharon Michaels had never even driven herself at night… eaten at a table for one… or made plans on her own.

Alone after losing her husband – her rock– she’s left with a business to run, a great son and his wonderful wife and children – far away in Denmark, a bad son and his nasty wife, and two teenage grandchildren she barely knows.

Step by step, she finds her way into the world of singles and learns to Survive and Thrive!

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7/19/15 WEWRIWA

Summer time and the living is easy. Hi Gang. We’re enjoying some great weather the past week in my part of the North East not  far from NYC. Daughter’s even planning trip to our fave, Long  Beach Island, the Jersey shore. I’ve written some fun, delightful stories vacationing down there.

Meanwhile, thanks again for the exceptional critique every week. When Double Becomes Single is just about finished. With your help, I hope it will do well.


She parked then stumbled toward the hospital entrance to hurry to the third floor. The empty elevator suited her, a ghost town so late at night, dim lit and quiet. Something triggered an impulse to RUN. Down the hall she ran to Barry’s room, hip throbbing, where outside in the hall Doctor Mac Bloom paced. He stopped her from rushing in.
“Sharon, he’s had a heart attack, a bad one. There was nothing we could do to save him.”
She shook her head; snowflakes captured in her blond hair fell to the floor leaving damp puddles. “What do you mean, Mac, you always fix everything; you’re the one. . .” She grabbed his white coat and cried, “You’re saying Barry’s gone, he’s dead?”483903_3560363004157_284637259_nFor more snippets from talented writers:


5/24/15 WEWRIWA

Memorial Day Weekend. How well we remember and never forget our men and and women who support and fight for our country. My first love , a pilot in the Strategic Command who landed on a wing and a prayer the first time his bomber- a B 26 flew to England during the Korean War and later flew KC 97’s-Air refueling. a hazard all by it self. And then they planned atomic Bomb missions, never carried out, thank God. What a time.

And now to Weekend Writers Warriors for some fun with constructive critique for all.

Spreading Her Wings continues since there’s been so much enthusiasm for this story. The last scene took place where serious men were investing in the show on Broadway until the biggest investor walked in with his gawky daughter-the triple threat, she can’t dance, can’t sing, can’t act.

Excerpt in nine:
A crowd of men gathered around a burly Irishman who roared disapproval at the audition process.
“My daughter is as good as any of the girls in there.”
A soft spoken man pulled him aside just close enough for Sally and Teresa to hear.
“Mr. O’Malley, you are the major investor in the show and you want the play to be a success don’t you?”
“Of course and I also want my daughter to be a star.”
“Sir, she may not be quite ready for that because it takes years of training to . . .”
The bigger man grabbed him by his collar to lift him up eye to eye.
“You want a play and I got the dough so shut your face and get Clarabelle ready.”
He dropped him to the sidewalk to leave him eyes popping with fear.
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Spreading Her Wings
Kindness to Strangers in River’s Edge rubs off on all who live there. Sally Kirkwood responds to an emergency call from a friend one early morning. A daughter is missing and with Sally’s skill as a reporter, she finds her at an audition in NYC. Thus begins an adventure of show business, unfaithfulness, forgiveness and success.

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3/8/15 WEWRIWA

Welcome to our world, folks, where you can post eight sentences and get feedback of constructive critique. It’s a wonderful world. Join us.

My WIP is officially titled Bridging the Gap thanks to Chelle Cordero. She’s in the lead with two titles thus far. What a woman.

Hero, James Chandler tripped and fell forward against the wooden platform bed. Anna called 911 because he was bleeding from his head and appeared to be out cold. She couldn’t wake him. At the hospital emergency room, a kin doctor took over; James had an MRI , got his head stitched up and at last, Anna was allowed to see him.

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Pale as the sheet covering him, forehead bandaged, Jimmy looked as if he’d been in a war and lost. Anna inhaled a deep breath, exhaled and marched in, “you owe me lace trimmed satin panties, James um Chandler and I want them now ’cause it’s chilly under here”and she lifted her skirt to expose her bare bottom .
In a weak voice, he called to her, “Come to me, Anna.”
“That’s how we got in this mess, love and I had to call 911 when I couldn’t wake you. Dr. Cohen said you have a concussion and he stitched you good so you won’t fall apart all because of that damn platform bed the mattress slipped aside and you fell against the wood.”
“Come to me, Anna,” she did just as an orderly wheeled in a cot for her to sleep on.
They slept despite interruptions on and off and in the morning, breakfast for two came in compliments of the good doctor with a note: Kindness to Strangers is the Motto of our Town. Strangers no more, James Chandler and your lady, Anna, I’ll be back to see you after I catch a few ZZZ’s. Dr. Brad Cohen.

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11/16/14 WEWRIWA

Too cold here in NY but who is complaining. I am, for one. I miss the ease into each season and now it’s an inundation of frosty days and a touch of snow. Enough with the whining. I’m happy to be alive enjoying life, family and friends. And the wonders of writing.  Today I move along with Help Wanted. Book 3 in the River’s Edge Series. Last week  Sally spoke up for herself when Jerry Adams refused to see her. My heroine is spreading her wings or trying to. What happens next in the Atwood household? Read on. It’s the following morning.

excerpt in eight:

6 a.m Lunch box filled and ready to go, Steve sat eating scrambled eggs and toast as he thought about no apple dumplings in months when Sally seduced him with food so they’d check out River’s Edge, a small town she’d read about.   One glance at his watch and he headed for the door calling to her, “Sally, I left bills on top of the check book in the office since I’m working, you take over the job of bill paying; have a nice day, honey.”
Too late she ran down the stairs to catch him but the truck drove off and turned the corner gone for the rest of the day.
“What the hell?” in a fury over the orders and attitude that she had nothing else to do but clean house and pay bills to add to chores even though he appreciated her new found talent, Sally stomped around the kitchen.  Into the sink went the frying pan with remnants of scrambled eggs, crumbs from toast were left on the table. Rice Chex and blueberries were enough for her.
The phone rang; “Grace Trumbull here, calling because Scott and I heard Jerry Adams at the Cable company was rude, didn’t even look at your interview and we’re furious and have a plan. Do you have time to meet for breakfast at the diner in about half an hour?”

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Steve and Sally Atwood have some big adjustments to make when they move to River’s Edge. Steve has lost his career in the corporate world and finds work painting houses. Sally flings off her apron and pursues her lifelong dream to be a reporter in the small town with a big heart, where the motto is ‘Kindness to Strangers’. Afraid he is losing Sally to a more exciting world, Steve panics, but despite Sally’s lecherous new boss, together they rediscover all the love of their thirty-five years together and the excitement that brings.






More good news is that Volume 1 of the 3 book River’s Edge series was just released. Both print and eformats are available.

She Didn’t Say No, Housebroken, Help Wanted all in one one volume. I’m excited . Happy Dance here.


6/22/14 WEWRIWA

Hi gang, slick on some sunscreen and enjoy this glorious summer weather. But first take time out for our intrepid weekend warrior writers where snippets of eight sentences await your perusal and constructive critique.

This week I move along with To Be Continued. Beth Malone takes hold and makes plans for a future without a husband. Once a star swimmer, she forced her husband to let her have an Olympic size heated pool paid for by herself-the one battle she’d won in forty years. The weather forecast indicated a string of good weather for March. Time to call the pool guy. Beth never met him. Frank took care of business. Time to step up to the plate and make the call.

excerpt in eight:
Beth sat by the glass slider doors in a daze watching the pool guy thinking what’s his unusual name; Martino, Mercutio, uh, no, Maverick, yes, his muscles rippled as he worked strong and capable.
A knock at the slider door interrupted her reverie; his energy filled the room making Beth feel insignificant by comparison.

“All finished; added a big dose of Shock to clear the water, be back tomorrow to vacuum, add chemicals, get the heater going so by the end of the week you can swim.”

His deep voice rattled off information she’d never thought about before and then she heard, “Miz Malone, Doctor pays the first bill today, if you don’t mind.”
She stared into the kindest blue eyes she’d ever seen; “Monthly bill?”
“Opening the pool is a separate fee paid at the time I do the work and this pool is so special . . .”
She glanced up to see Maverick, tee shirt stretched across his tan muscular upper body, arms folded
across his chest, waiting.

The Doctor’s gone,” she said, “gone like he flew the coop, gone like bye-bye, hasta la vista, ciao, fare thee well, auf weidersehn, have a nice day” and with a helpless gesture of her hands Beth giggled and couldn’t stop as she wrote a surprisingly large check for the upkeep of the one thing she’d fought for years ago and Frank finally had to give in.

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5/4/14 WEWRIWA

May Day, May Day. A signal for help in the military. Often writers call May Day searching for constructive criticism as we write and that’s exactly what we receive here at WEWRIWA.   Charmaine CD -3 sATURATED_pp8x10g- CD

This week I continue with She Never Said Yes. Danny and Joy are engaged and plan to be married right after he finishes pilot training and receives his Air Force wings at a formal ceremony in San Antonio, TX. Joy’s father pays for them to meet in Oklahoma City for a weekend one month prior to the ceremony. At Chicago’s bustling airport, Joy’s father says, “Be a good girl.’

Excerpt in eight:

Adjoining rooms with my sweetheart, temptation was almost more than we could bear. So we kissed, bodies pressed together straining against the blanket I’d wrapped around him to remind us to stop. In the corner of my mind were Father’s words trusting, “Be a good girl, Joy” and mother’s warning not to allow ‘privileges.’
Over and over, I stopped him with, “Wait honey, it’s the right thing to do and I’ve already picked out a virginal white lace wedding gown.”
Laughing, fighting desire, kissing, two wonderful days had passed and I just started to pack when the phone rang.
Father’s voice demanded, “Joy, come home right now, Mother is very ill.”
Panic set in, my hands trembled remembering all the times Mother needed to rest and how she stumbled so often.
We kissed good bye and I left my sweetheart shaking his head, looking bewildered as I hurried to American Airlines where I boarded the plane to Chicago to cry on the long flight home.                      

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I suggest you pamper both your Mom and yourself with a copy of my very first book To Be Continued. It’s the one that begins with “It’s not you, it’s me.” Not the kind of love letter you want to read left by your husband or lover. A story of survive and thrive, To Be Continued is optioned for a television movie. This proves with some good dialogue and a storyline that resonates with readers, great things can happen.

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