REFRIGERATOR NOTES TO SELF
What used to be family communications taped to the refrigerator door now tend to be messages to myself. Something encouraging for my current project. But I wonder, are they helpful, truthful, worthwhile?
Here's one I like:
Don’t look back. You aren’t going that way. However, so much of life is serendipitous that I hate to limit the future with only what I know. Let the story flow. This is the philosophy for my heroine in my new novel. She needs to move forward but doesn't know in which direction. Yet.
I like this one even better:
Make sure every step is taking you in the direction you want to go. Even if it's a side step for now.
This gives me room to roam in my heroine's shoes. Gives her opportunity to discover. To sidestep. To find herself. Maybe to fall into love again.
What’s on your refrigerator door message board? Has it changed over the years? What do you tell yourself about letting go, looking back and heading forward? Do you have a better message for me and my heroine?
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Her most vivid memory of her father. . .
was the day he told her he was leaving. She was six years old. Over the years, his face had faded into an obscure vision, reinforced only by a few photos her mother had kept. She did remember his eyes, not just blue, but a deep, almost violet color. And when she looked into the mirror as a child, she'd remind herself she had eyes like her daddy.
Her mother said they had the same beautiful black hair, black as a starless night. It was small consolation to the child who barely remembered him. When Tory Carsen was a lonely teenager, caught between being a woman and a child, she sometimes wondered if this man who'd once been her father were still alive somewhere and if he ever loved her. Her memory of him was foggy, consisting of fleeting glimpses. But one conversation, the last one, was distinct.
"Of course, I love you, Tory darlin'," he had vowed the day he left. "You'll always be my little girl."
Being a child who didn't accept answers easily, Tory followed him down the sidewalk to the rickety old Ford. "Then why are you going away, Daddy?"
He tossed two beat-up suitcases into the backseat. "I know it's hard for you to understand, Tory darlin', but I have other worlds to explore. The city life just isn't for me. I have to seek the sun. Someday I'll come back to you, and we'll be rich, and you can have anything you want."
"Yep. A whole corral full of ponies! And a room full of toys! And . . . anything you want!"
"But I don't want anything, Daddy. I just want you to stay here with me and Mommy."
"I can't, Tory. Your mom and I have grown-up problems."
"Then why can't I go with you?" she persisted stubbornly.
He shook his head and looked away. "It isn't a place for little girls."
"Maybe it isn't a place for daddies, either."
Gazing down at his tenacious daughter, Sharkey Carsen heaved a sigh. "Maybe not, darlin', but I have to find out." He lifted her up in his arms and kissed each chubby cheek. Then he set her down and walked out of her life forever.
Tory perched Indian-style on the sidewalk and watched her father drive away in that dingy blue Ford.
He never returned. Never brought her that pony he promised. They were never rich. By the end of the month, she and her mother had to move out of the neat little house on Beale Street and into an incessant string of apartments on L.A.'s south side.
Her father had claimed he'd gone off to find the sun, and Tory grew to despise him for leaving them.
Twenty years later, when Tory Carsen Talbot received the certified letter informing her of Sharkey Carsen's death, she scanned the letter coldly, with no emotion. By now it didn't matter that they had the same deep blue eyes, the same blue-black hair. He was like a total stranger to her, and she bore no grief for the man who had been her father.
But the second paragraph of the letter captured Tory's natural curiosity. She was named as an inheritor and was urged to attend the reading of the will. A mélange of emotions swept through her— of hate and anger, of curiosity and indifference, of concern . . . but definitely not love.
Spontaneously, she decided to go, not stopping to determine if her decision were a reasonable and logical one. An inheritance ... By God, he owed her that much.
Tory Talbot reached across a paper-cluttered desk and picked up the phone. Her ivory crepe sleeve brushed two unopened envelopes onto the floor, but she ignored them. They were only more bills.
"Megan, do you think you could handle the shop for a few days? Something's come up, and I need to go out of town. Pretty important. Could mean enough money to salvage Tall and Terrific. Incidentally, how do I fly to Tombstone, middle-of-nowhere, Arizona?"
Is Your First Love, Your Best Love?
A LASTING LOVE was my first story (love) in Romancing the West Series. I had visited a friend in Alexandria, VA and fell in love with the entire quaint, historic district along the Potomac River. I loved the old brick buildings, flowering cherry and dogwood trees, and the dynamic history connected to this area so close to Washington, DC. About the same time, we were moving to Tucson, where-the-heck, Arizona. Worlds away! I had never been here.
What a contrast – a woman from the power-based East who falls for a man used to wide-open spaces. As I was learning about the west, so was my heroine, Loren. And with their complicated relationship, A LASTING LOVE was born.
Loren and Reid
He thrills her, loves her and leaves her. Will it happen again? When the sophisticated East meets the rugged West on Capital Hill, Loren and Reid are worlds apart. Smart and sensible Loren realizes it's risky to love this brash man in cowboy boots, but her heart doesn't heed the warnings. Her stable future lies in her career in DC. Reid's life is in Arizona. Can she maintain her independence and follow her heart to the man she loves?
Sometimes, despite everything that comes between you, or maybe because of it all, your first love is your best love.