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Archive for the month “August, 2011”

Happy anniversary, Babes.

It’s been 7 years since we were wed

7 years since our vows, we said

I’m pleased to say that through it all

We’ve had ourselves quite a ball.

We’ve had our fair share of stormy weather

But we’ve gone through all of it together

Our love has grown deeper and stronger

And our longsuffering, even longer.

As we take a look back at the last few years 

The highs, the lows, the laughter and the tears

I’m so thankful I got to spend them with you

And if I had to do it all again, I’d still say ‘I do’.

So to celebrate our 7th year of wedded bliss

I’ve made you up this love song play list

Listen to the lyrics as the singers do their thing

And hear my voice as though it were I who sing.

There’s one song for every year we’ve been married

Each one as different as those years varied

And every time you hear the word ‘Girl’

Please think ‘Boy’, give it a twirl! Smile

Happy anniversary, Mo Cushla, I love you.

Faith Evans I still (Please ignore the actual video. I couldn’t find anything else but really wanted you to listen to this song as it encapsulates everything you mean to me.
Kenny Lattimore For you
Endless love duet by Luther Vandross and Mariah Carey
K-CI & Jojo All my life
Every time I close my eyes by Babyface
You’re still the one by Shania Twain
Journey’s After all these years

Bridge over troubled water

I love this song originally written and released by Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel. This version is sung by Josh Groban and Brian Mcknight. Brian happens to be inspiration for a character in a story I started to write years ago but plan to develop, so watch this space.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

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Apologies…and an excerpt

I’ve been remiss in keeping to my weekly update schedule. Please accept my apologies.

My muse did come back but then finding time to write in the last week has proven to be something of an uphill task. In the last week, I’ve been away with the family for a few days, been working (my day job) and also hosted a mini-reunion/40th birthday celebration for some school friends. Needless to say, writing was somewhat relegated to the back burner.

I’m hoping to make up for lost time this weekend. In the meantime, here’s another excerpt from my current work-in-progress titled ‘Closer than a brother’. If you missed the last excerpt, you can read it here and also see photographs of what I imagine my hero and heroine look like. Enjoy and please do share your thoughts.

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“Please tell me again why on earth you agreed to walk to the station in your high heels,” Becky said, smiling mischievously.

You set us up!” Sami retorted.

I may have set you up but I certainly didn’t ask you to attempt to break the world record for longest distance walked in 5-inch heels!”

“Becky, stop! It wasn’t funny at the time.” Sami wasn’t surprised Becky was amused. She was always playing practical jokes in the office. She should have been suspicious when she set her up with Rotimi. Bad judgment call! She wouldn’t be making another one of those though.

“I really did think you would be good for him. He takes himself too seriously.”

“And you reckon I’m patron saint of the uptight?” Sami asked, pretending to be offended.

“Come on, don’t be like that! It was just supposed to be a spot of fun.”

“With friends like you, who needs enemies?” Sami kissed her teeth.

“Seriously though, I am sorry. I knew he was peculiar but I didn’t realise he was that bad. And getting food poisoning to top it off!”

“That was unfortunate. Look, it’s ok.”

“So shall I take it you won’t be seeing him again then?”

The look Sami gave her would have scared off a lesser mortal, not Becky though.

“I’m packing it all in. Dating isn’t working for me. I’ll probably die a miserable old maid.”

“True! You always seem to pick losers anyway!”

“Gee, thanks. You’re on a roll today, aren’t you? Talk about kicking a woman when she’s down!”

“You know I’m just kidding. Anyway what about that eye-candy friend of yours? What’s his name again?” Becky asked, clicking her fingers.

“Daye?”

“Yes, that’s the one. What’s wrong with him? He sure doesn’t look like a loser to me.”

“We’re just friends, have been for 15 years,” Sami sighed. “He’s like my big brother.” She certainly wasn’t about to reveal her true feelings for Daye. She shuddered to think what Becky might do with the information.

“Puhleese!” Becky rolled her eyes.  “Girlfriend, I’ve seen the way you act when you speak to him on the phone and I saw the way he looked at you when he picked you up from work a few weeks ago. And it didn’t look big brotherly to me at all!”

“I have no idea what you are on about. I’ve known Daye for years, we practically grew up together and I can tell you categorically, we are just friends.”

“Hmm! Methinks the lady doth protest too much!”

“Whatever, Becky! Haven’t you got any work to do besides bother me about my love life or lack thereof?”

“I’ll get back to work but let me give you some advice. You better wise up and smell the coffee beans before some discerning woman snatches him from right under your nose. Then your fifteen-odd years of friendship will amount to zilch since she’ll be calling the shots. That’s a keeper you’ve got there, and I would keep him if I were you.”

“Becky!”

“I know,” she said, throwing her hands in the air and getting up from the chair she’d been sitting in. “Get back to work! I’m going now. Catch you later.” She winked at Sami and ambled off.

Sami sat back in her chair, staring after Becky as she returned to her office. Could Becky be right? Was it possible that Daye actually felt the same way about her? Her heart leapt at the thought. But then again Becky might be making it all up. She didn’t know Daye. It was possible she’d picked up her feelings for Daye. But to say he felt the same way based on ‘a look’ he supposedly gave her? That was a stretch too far. She would be a fool if she put any stock in Becky’s speculation.

Shaking her head, she inhaled deeply and turned to her computer. No point dwelling on the impossible.

Yay! My muse came back.

My last post was all about me having writer’s block. It would seem that writing about it provided the catalyst for change. Shortly after publishing that post, the block vanished altogether and in its place came an idea for a novella. I started writing it the next day and 8,000+ words later, I’m quite pleased with how it’s going.

Should my muse ever wander off again and leave the dreaded writer’s block in it’s place, I know what to do – write. I guess that’s my own tip for curing writer’s block

Thank you for all the tips you shared. Since you were so kind to commiserate with me while I suffered, I thought it only fair to give you a glimpse of my newly inspired work-in-progress. The working title is ‘Closer than a brother’.

As well as the sneak preview, I’m also posting photographs (courtesy of Google) of what I imagine my hero and heroine look like.

In real life, they are Laz Alonso and Dakore Egbuson, both actors.

Find an excerpt below and do please let me know what you think.

Thanks for stopping by.

Sami looked at her reflection in the mirror as she washed her hands. Dark grey eyes dotted with subtle flecks of black and brown stared back at her. She didn’t consider herself a ravishing beauty. Her features were far too mismatched and not in the least the stuff drop-dead gorgeous was made of. Large round eyeballs set in her oval face just above a button nose which she’d always thought too small for an African. Her plump lips covered what she considered her best feature; gleaming white teeth which flashed every time she smiled. Not that she was doing much of that now.

She sighed, blowing the fringe out of her eyes and thought of the man she’d left at their table.Her date! What a joke! He was just another one in a long line of let-downs she’d had on the dating front. And after she’d gone to all that trouble making sure she looked her best to make an impression. She might have worn a sack for all the notice he’d taken of her outfit!

This was their first date. They’d never even met in person. Becky, her colleague, had introduced them. She’d told Sami that Rotimi was her brother’s good friend and she felt they were perfect for each other. So after a couple of phone calls and emails, they were going out to dinner.

She should have guessed it was going to be a disaster. The signs were there but she wanted to give him the benefit of doubt. When Rotimi picked her up from her flat earlier on, he promptly announced they would be taking the tube to the restaurant because he wanted to minimise their carbon footprint!

She was all for saving the planet and all that environmental malarkey but she was no Green Peace card-carrying member. Besides she had on her 5-inch Manolo Blahnik strappy sandals. There was no way she would be able to walk; no, make that totter, to the tube station which was a ten-minute walk from her flat. The disapproving frown Rotimi gave her in response to her suggestion that they take a taxi instead should have made her call it a day right then. But she didn’t, thinking things couldn’t possibly get any worse. She couldn’t have been more wrong!

He either didn’t notice her discomfort as they walked or simply chose to ignore it and lecture her on the impracticalities of wearing such high shoes instead. His insensitivity riled her but she bit her tongue. By the time they got on the train, she could feel the blisters forming on the soles of her feet. She hoped her grimace passed for a smile as she was in agony.

She tried to look attentive as he regaled her with his environment-saving tips when she was bored out of her mind. She finally gave up trying to change the topic when he pointedly ignored her each time and carried on with his spiel. Thankfully, the Italian restaurant he chose was two doors away from the station.

They managed to order drinks without incident. However when it came to their meal, she could have died of embarrassment as he quizzed the waiter on the source of their food and how it was grown. He wanted to know the working conditions of the farms and the percentage of compensation for the farmers!

For goodness sake, who goes to a restaurant and asks all those questions?She’d quickly ordered something and excused herself to use the ladies.

 

Ok, she wasn’t going to win any beauty pageants but she wasn’t ugly either. So why couldn’t she, a twenty-seven year old optometrist, find a man? Not just any man. She’d had her fill of those. She wanted the man. One who would love and accept her for who she was. One she would spend the rest of her life with and have children with. So far every man she’d met failed to meet her requirements. Except one.

Daye Thompson. The one man on earth she couldn’t have. In spite of the fact that he was everything she wanted in her man, Daye would never be hers.

He saw her as a buddy, someone he could talk to and hang out with. He took his role of looking after her very seriously. He would probably laugh and tease her if he ever found out how she really felt about him.

She couldn’t tell exactly when her feelings towards him had changed but she knew that every time she was near him, her skin tingled with awareness. Whenever he hugged her, she wanted to stay in his embrace forever. When he looked at her, she felt like she was the most beautiful woman in the whole world. When he laughed, she felt happy. At the sound of his voice, she got butterflies in her tummy.

Her painful experiences growing up had resulted in a deep mistrust of men in general. But she trusted Daye with her life. She knew he would never deliberately hurt her. If only he felt the same way about her, life would be perfect.

Since there was no possibility of that happening she had to keep on acting the way she always had. She couldn’t afford for him to find out her true feelings. Daye was an honourable man. He wouldn’t want to hurt her but the relationship would be irrevocably altered. She would rather have him as a buddy than not have him in her life at all.

She let out a long breath, braced her shoulders and walked back to the table. Much as she was dreading it, she would eat her main course then beg off with a headache. And she would take a taxi home irrespective of Rotimi’s protestations.

She could just imagine what Daye would say when she told him all about this latest escapade. She knew it would provide him endless material for teasing her but it didn’t matter. The thought of his reaction would help her get through the rest of the evening.

Writer’s block / Lack of inspiration

All of last and a little into this week, I suffered both writer’s block and a lack of inspiration. Writer’s block is described as a temporary psychological inability to begin or continue work on a piece of writing. Lack of inspiration is pretty self-explanatory.

As a result of this incapacitating combo, I didn’t put up a post last week and since I’m still not fully recovered (that’s my story and I’m sticking with it), I decided to share a few cartoons instead. Enjoy!

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What do you do if/when you get writer’s block?

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