WeWriWa 3/30/14

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The last snippet from Bid Love's Return...it's nearly time to send it to the alpha readers..

Amanda has run away to the isolation of the Marblehead Lighthouse on the eve of her ex-husband's wedding but instead of finding solitude, she has discovered a stranger named Christian and his dog, Captain...

We stood in silence, watching as Captain chased the ball about the grounds and waiting for the sun to go down. I forgot about investigating the lighthouse and taking photographs for it was Christian that held my attention that afternoon at Marblehead, him, and trying to figure what I could possibly say that could make him remain a little longer.

Night comes early that time of year however, and as dusk settled in and the cottage behind me began to disappear into the pending darkness, I knew it was time to leave. I looked at him, without embarrassment this time, taking in his silhouette knowing perhaps I would not see him again. I wanted to remember the curves of his face, the clear coolness of his eyes. 

With nothing more to say, I whispered a simple good-bye, turned away from the shore leaving Christian and Captain behind me in the fading twilight.

I held my breath as I walked, waiting for a response from him but none came. As I reached the cottage and opened the door, I turned back towards the cliffs, hoping for one more glance of them. only to discover they were both gone.

WeWriWa 3/16/14

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Another little snippet from my current WIP...a  supernatural romance tentatively titled "Bid Love's Return"

I dream often of Marblehead, my broken heart trapped inside the endless rerun of my memories. I see the scarred whitewashed brick of the lighthouse tower, the gleaming knotty pine that adorned the inner walls of the little cottage, the continuous roar of the surf crashing against the rocky cliffs as the snow blows fierce in off of the Bay.

Within my sleep I once again lie beneath the downy white quilts of the large bed, the bedroom filled with the scent of the fire burning bright within the fireplace, while somewhere outside,  the faint sound of Captain barking to be let in.

There is the feeling of returning home within my dreams of Marblehead.

            When I find myself with Christian once more.

WEWRIWA 3/9/14

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A little snippet from a ghostly romance tentatively titled "Bid Love's Return"

Do you believe?

I've asked that of myself more times in the last twenty years than I can recall, usually as I am lying alone in my bed surrounded in shadows and questioning both my memory and my sanity.  But my answer has always been the same.

Yes, I believe.

When I first returned home from Marblehead that snowy February day, I was worried that I would forget it all, or even worse, that I would come to believe it never happened. Age and wisdom have taken their toll on me, age more than the other I think, but it is just as effective for stealing my memories. I have learned the hard way however, that there are some memories that remain when all else has disappeared.  

Although I struggle more with each passing decade to remember everything clearly about those days in Marblehead; I've discovered that the sound of his voice, the scent of his skin, and how his hand felt wrapped around mine, are permanently etched on my soul. 

WeWriWa 2/23/14

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A snippet from my current WIP...The residents of the enchanted town of Jordan Village have something to hide it seems...

...But the safety and serenity of small town life is like a house of glass, an illusion that with one wrong misstep can come crashing down and shatter into pieces at your feet. The fortunate ones understand this early on in life, learning the hard way is the only way I am afraid. The rest, the unfortunate ones, who either through ignorance or naivety remain in the dark, are simply washed out to sea when the storm hits.

There is something old and ancient that lives in our little area of the world. It is different here, the uneasy  ghosts of the past forever scar the ground in New England. If you were to care to, you could perhaps ask the folks from Sleepy Hollow, New York or Salem, Massachusetts about the veil that obscures the many secrets of their residents. It’s alive and fed by the people who live there, a living, surreptitious entity. As Stephen King once wrote of small town folks, “…we can keep a secret when we have to”…… “And the people who live there keep them still.”