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Emmily Unbound is now in my editor's queue for November 29th.
Sorry I've been absent. My husband has ongoing medical issues to which a heart attack was added a little over a week ago. After five days in the hospital, his recovery is slow. My job is at maximum stress levels. The wonderful young man that worked with me just moved on to a bigger, better, brighter-future job--the state's D.E.P. (I am so happy for him). After all of that... Across the Night Sky is more than I can tackle right now. I needed to write, not edit. Have you ever felt that way?
So, moving forward. I'm working on a scifi-ish second-chance romance short story. Is that even a thing? Probably not. I'm enjoying the journey, though.
I'm just going to start at the beginning. It's a long excerpt--meant to give you the twist taking the story into scifi-ish territory.
Sometimes Caroline tries to convince me I’m senile. Tries. And she’s doing it again. She doesn’t even set my groceries and medicine on the counter before she starts."
“Whose footprints are on the porch?” Her voice turns scolding when she continues. “Aunt Eva, you didn’t go outside to fill the bird-feeders, did you? Not in this snow!”
“I most certainly did not. You told me to stay inside when it’s icy or snowy, and I do.”
She raises her brows as she tilts her head forward, like she’s dealing with a seven-year-old. “Then who left the tracks in the snow? They lead from the porch right out to the feeders and back again. And since you’re the only one here…”
It’s tempting to play dumb. Honesty will lead to that worn-out discussion about me moving into a senior care complex. Then I’ll tell her that senior care is a nice way of saying old folks’ home. It’ll go downhill from there, right to her telling me they don’t want to, but since I told them about my visiting spaceman, they doubt I can continue living on my own--that I can't sort out reality from make-believe.
But I can.
Okey, dokey... I'm hooked. Nice excerpt. BTW - prayers for your husband's health and lowered stress levels for you.
ReplyDeleteOh, wow! That's a great intro! I'm hooked, too! And write whatever you need to write at this time to help you through this situation. I hope things get better for you both, soon.
ReplyDeleteGreat job. So want to read more. Tweeted.
ReplyDeleteSo much good stuff in this small space! We old folks are still sharp as right to the point tacks!!
ReplyDeleteSorry things are so stressful in your life. Hope your husband's recovery goes well. Do whatever you need to take care of yourself as well.
ReplyDeleteSending best wishes and good thoughts to your husband amd to you. Enjoyed the snippet, very well done!
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about your husband's medical issues. You'll both be in my prayers. On to the snippet...yeah, I can see why the family might have trouble believing there's a spaceman visiting.
ReplyDeleteI"m so sorry to hear about your husband. I hope the doctors get him well soon. I like the story. As a baby boomer myself, I feel her pain.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry to hear about your husband's ill health and your out-of-sight stress levels. I completely understand as my spouse has been in and out of the hospital a lot recently. Prayers for his recovery and your de-stressing! Loved the snippet! I can just hear her voice! Tweeted.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed the snippet. I worked with the elderly for a big percentage of my working life, about 25 years. I sometimes wonder if it isn't harder to be a person whose mind is still all there but their body is betraying them.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry to hear about your husband's health problems. Taking it slow after a heart attack is the right thing to do.
I'm still working on editing The Wizard's Key. Which I totally didn't finish two years ago. Nope, I just finished it yesterday! I promise. ;-)
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