Weekend Writing Warriors: He makes me want to be with him

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Hello folks, it’s time for Weekend Writing Warriors again, my favorite time of the week! It’s the blog hop where writers share up to 10 sentences of their own work, peeps like you read and comment, then they visit your blog where they read and comment. It’s pretty cool exchange, and you’re liable to find your next favorite writer this way 🙂

Okay. Here in the U.S., May 8, 2016 is Mother’s Day. Because my current WIP Night Shift is kind of at variance with the overall theme of Mother’s Day, I’m going to post something completely different. It’s from a sort of monologue one of my characters shared with me, something I didn’t expect her to do but it’s helpful to get insight into the mind of any character. The character is Sophie, the novel-in-progress she appears in is called Street Glass. Some of you may remember that I posted bits of that a couple years ago, although I don’t think I introduced Sophie back then.

In this excerpt, Sophie is talking about her boyfriend, Sandy. Both of them are rock musicians in separate bands. It’s the old story of two people who had a fling then fell in love. These two fall so hard they eventually marry. That not only surprised both of them, I didn’t see it coming either 🙂

What I love about Sandy is that I can cry to him about my troubles, just looking for sympathy, and he gives me what I need. He doesn’t try to automatically fix everything, he seems to know when I need to let it out and when I really need help.

And he doesn’t compete. He’s not insecure because he’s got a solid career of his own. He knows what he’s good at. My other boyfriends have complained, “what have you got two careers for anyway? You always put that ahead of me.” Sandy’s not like that–he’ll tell me “I’ll miss you every night that you’re not with me, and I hope you can join me sometimes.”

It’s a whole different world with him. He makes me want to be with him more and maybe doing some other things less.

Aw 🙂 Sophie can be stubborn and too ambitious for her own good, but she knows a good thing when she finds herself in the middle of it.

Happy Mother’s Day, whether your children have two feet or four, are covered in skin or fur or feathers! Or scales, I don’t want to leave out peeps who have pet reptiles! Pets are an awful lot like human children–they need love and attention, food, good housing, trips to the doctor, they put things in their mouths that they’re not supposed to, they get home schooling, some pets wear clothes! And many pets do talk back, take my word for it! I hope all of you have just the kind of day you want. And thanks for visiting my blog, I surely appreciate it.


19 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Warriors: He makes me want to be with him

  1. Mother’s Day is – complicated. I’m the child of an abusive mother, and the mother of two healthy children, and a sweet baby boy who left 12 days after he got here….complicated.

    I love what Sophie has to say. That’s love. =)


  2. I love this description of love! I can appreciate a person like Sandy who is totally at peace with who he is at the point he lets others be their true selves, too. Excellent snippet!


  3. I’ve sometimes “interviewed” my characters to find out what’s going on in their heads. I’m always surprised at what they come out with. This snippet gives some great insights.


  4. Good snippet for moms’ day. I like this story. Keep at it–it’ll see the light of day. 🙂 Those first stories are tough, huh. They follow us around. We know the characters better than we know most people. They were the ones, after all, who gave us our first flicker of fictional fire, right? 🙂

    And yeah, totally agree about pets. 🙂


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