If you are reading this, you are either someone who has found out about Singleish through a friend (and if that is the case I am eternally grateful!) or an existing friend or family member. Oh – totally grateful for you, as well 🙂
So here’s the deal – life gets busy. I know, you have probably figured that out in your life, too!
I work probably about 50+ hours a week at my ‘real’ job, plus my hour commute each way. I then spend anywhere from 2-3 hours at this fabulous fitness studio I go to in East Wareham, MA (shout out to Fierce Fitness and the lovelies there). So when I get home, what happens? I make a tofu stirfry and collapse. Oh – shower first, then tofu, then collapse. (no, I’m not a vegetarian, I’m just really, really lazy).
When does a person find time to write? I was asked that question. I find snippets of time here and there. Also – as much as I don’t recommend it – I write in my head. I haven’t had a spare moment to put words onto paper (or laptop) in over a week. However, I’ve been working out plot and dialogue in my head. So far, short term memory loss has not hit me, so I’m good.
I’m trying not to be frustrated that Secondhand Purses is taking longer to write than Singleish. I think I’ve addressed my issues with patience in previous posts. HA! However, I want Secondhand to be even better. I’m proud of Singleish. But I’m trying to delve more into emotions, back stories, what makes a person who they are. I want Secondhand to be longer than Singlish, but I’m not willing to sacrifice a storyline in order to get a higher word count.
I just have to allow the process to happen. 🙂 In the meantime, as you are chomping at the bit to find out more about what happens .. here’s an early, un-edited bit from Secondhand Purses:
He leapt forward to continue his assault on my poor, ticklish body and knocked me off balance. As I fell backwards, his momentum made it so that he couldn’t stop himself and he collapsed on top of me. Oh. My. God.
I opened my eyes to see that he was holding himself up by his arms, but from his waist down, everything was pressed against me. My mouth went dust dry. This was the closest I had ever been to anyone of the male species outside of my dreams, and I was acutely aware of everything about him. He was staring at me intently, as if trying to figure out some sort of a puzzle. I bit my lip and his eyes immediately shifted to watch, and they started darkening, as he slowly ran his tongue over his lips. His hair had flopped in front of his eyes again, and without thinking, I reached out to push it back.
That movement seemed to break his trance, and he jerked back just a tiny bit. He grabbed my hand before it reached his hair and held it while looking at me. We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, but that was probably only about ten seconds ago.
There was a rustling coming from behind us. We burst into motion, with him jumping up to his feet in a beautifully fluid motion. He reached for me and pulled me up. However, I had pushed with my legs so between the two I found myself slammed up against his chest. His arms instinctively wrapped around me. I felt his breath in my ear as he whispered, “We must stop meeting this way.” I let out a shaky laugh. What the hell was wrong with me?
We stepped apart, still staring at each other as Nonna rounded the corner. I turned to face her, trying to act as unaffected as possible, not wanting her to know that an almost something had just happened.