Heart beats fast Colours and promises How to be brave? How can I love when I’m afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone All of my doubt Suddenly goes away somehow
One step closer
I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don’t be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I’ll love you for a thousand more
Time stands still Beauty in all she is I will be brave I will not let anything take away What’s standing in front of me Every breath Every hour has come to this
One step closer
I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don’t be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I’ll love you for a thousand more
And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I’ll love you for a thousand more
One step closer One step closer
I have died every day waiting for you Darling, don’t be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years I’ll love you for a thousand more
And all along I believed I would find you Time has brought your heart to me I have loved you for a thousand years I’ll love you for a thousand more
Addie sat expectantly and Joe threw the ball for half of an hour before they both went inside for a drink of water. Joe watched the Golden Retriever lap at the bowl while he finished his bottle of Aquafina. Ryan had been so right. Addie was just what he needed. She’d arrived fully trained at the age of three years. There would be no extra fuss or puppy days to work through which was ideal for him at this state in life. Addie and he were fast buddies through and through and he enjoyed her company so much that he found his days full and complete, centered around her. Thanks to Addie, Joe enjoyed walking twice daily and rode through the country in the new Jeep with her. She slept alongside him and licked away his tears when the loss of Wendy haunted him. She nudged him until he wrapped an arm around her and fell asleep that way, comforted and content knowing that the night would carry on in peace and a good day would follow. As the months passed and became a year, Joe accepted Wendy’s absence and when the divorce papers were served, he accepted those as well. She had never contacted him personally at any time since she’d left, and he had kept his word about not attempting to contact her, though he often dreamed of seeing her again, offering apologies and comfort. He missed her. He often talked to her as if she were there and Addie would watch him inquisitively, then nudge his hand until he smiled down and pet her.
I love to hear from readers, I appreciate reviews, and I thrive talking with other writers no matter whether they are novices or pros or anywhere in between.
But interestingly, I’m getting requests to be friends with single men that want to get to know me, or think they know me, and “let’s see what happens”.
Oops.
Maybe I am writing my 100 word challenge characters a little too well. That’s a compliment! But it’s not indicative of the kind of person I am.
Otherwise, I’d be dealing with my own alcoholism, past abuse, and current heartache.
Of course, I do write what I know-the human condition because I’m, well, human. But my characters and situations are f-i-c-t-i-o-n-a-l and usually inspired by music and topics that interest me.
I’m so glad my writing resonates with you. I have more books coming out in time. Please read them! I’m continuing Joe’s family story in Deliverance. If you liked Inheritance, I recommend the next novel. And, thank you for reading!
“Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.” -Rumi
My character is experiencing this right now. He is learning that…
“They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world: someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for.” –Tom Bodett
That awesome moment when you realize everything you’ve lived through has come to this: that moment text transforms pain into healing, joy into triumph. . It requires deep energy. It’s a beast to tame. It is reality then crafted into experiences that others can grasp and understand and accept. They”hear” you. You have been heard. You have touched other souls. . But first comes the work. The trust. The giving of oneself to the All. And the return of peace. And joy. . You got this, writers! Carry on.
He pulled up the drive slowly, enjoying the hum of his new Jeep, fresh from the dealership, and the scenery. As much as the property in the Salinas foothills isolated him, it nourished Joe’s soul, especially on a clear blue day like today. The sun lit the oaks and cast early afternoon shadows that almost hugged the trees as noon faded away. He rolled down the driver’s side window to catch the chatter of blue jays and inhale the scent of sweet, dry grass that cattle grazed. He was alone, but he wasn’t lonely. It had taken only a month on house arrest, with Daniel and Ryan present, to help get him back on his feet and back to the new early days of a life without alcohol. He’d accepted the pain and embraced it. Pushing it down had only pushed Wendy away. Acceptance brought healing in an unusual way, he mused. And Addie. Just knowing how happy she would be to see him, quickened his heart as he pulled under the great oak that shaded his drive. There she was, wagging her body, greeting him with a prance and a bow.
“Hey, girl!” He got out of the Jeep and wrapped her in a bear hug, both giving the other a nuzzle. She licked his face; she ran and brought back a tennis ball. Joe obliged and threw it high and far, deep onto the property. Addie shot forward like a bullet. He waited while she tracked it and sniffed it out, then joyfully returned it to him.
“Good girl!”
Addie sat expectantly and Joe threw the ball for half of an hour before they both went inside for a drink of water. Joe watched the Golden Retriever lap at the bowl while he finished his bottle of Aquafina. Ryan had been so right. Addie was just what he needed. She’d arrived fully trained at the age of three years. There would be no extra fuss or puppy days to work through which was ideal for him at this state in life. Addie and he were fast buddies through and through and he enjoyed her company so much that he found his days full and complete, centered around her. Thanks to Addie, Joe enjoyed walking twice daily and rode through the country in the new Jeep with her. She slept alongside him and licked away his tears when the loss of Wendy haunted him. She nudged him until he wrapped an arm around her and fell asleep that way, comforted and content knowing that the night would carry on in peace and a good day would follow. As the months passed and became a year, Joe accepted Wendy’s absence and when the divorce papers were served, he accepted those as well. She had never contacted him personally at any time since she’d left, and he had kept his word about not attempting to contact her, though he often dreamt of seeing her again, offering apologies and comfort. He missed her. He often talked to her as if she were there and Addie would watch him inquisitively, then nudge his hand until he smiled down and pet her.
Suddenly, Joe knew regret, anguish, loss, relief, guilt, and anger. He fell to his knees and Daniel and Ryan rose to lift him off the kitchen floor. “Damn,” Joe cried. “To hell with her!” All he had left were the memories of her abuse and his disgust. Could things have been better? Could they have been worse? Their relationship had been a hate-hate relationship on his part as awareness and an understanding of her behavior toward him had torn his heart open in the last few years of her life. But he hadn’t known the cause of her anger at him; he could only guess what motivated her to try to control his life the more he advanced into recovery. But when he’d fallen again after the baby died, after Wendy left, she had been satisfied and claimed to know him, and claimed to identify with him. He’d wanted no part, no bonding in pain, no nothing.
