Aspiring writers are told “write what you know”.
I took that advice to heart.
I know two things… business (based on decades in new business development) and romance (based on falling and staying in love with the man of my dreams).
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Read about Nancy and Ted’s Romance Here.
“What to do? What to do?” Anne lined up all the books on the desk perfectly straight as they thought. “Another guy?” Someone better looking than Ted? Dark, handsome, with dancing, laughing eyes?
“Tried that, Annie No Plannie.” Stanley rolled his eyes. “With Patrick, that beefy hunkasaurus. If I liked men…” A dramatic pause. “Oh, wait.” A squeal. “I do. Very much. Very, VERY much.” His smile was naughty.
Anne had to laugh, getting a hush from a librarian. Stanley added some color into her rather beige life. She didn’t know what she’d do without him.
“Plus Queen bee is used to the hive of admirers. Honey, she wouldn’t give one drone up, not if she could help it.” Stanley looked pleased with his analogy.
It was good. Fawn was like a Queen bee, expecting the world to drop at her feet. Likely why she didn’t want to meet or speak with the other girls. Competition. She wasn’t threatened by dear, loving Nancy, or, Anne picked a piece of disgusting lint off her sleeve, her green haired freak of a room-mate.
Not that she was any rival with her normal brown hair. Now if she had her sister Ginny’s blonde hair…
Her sister Ginny. Her always bugging her for a visit invite sister Ginny.
But the room was crowded as it was. “Stanley, you have that empty bed at your place?”
“For now, The Incredible Annie.” A big sigh. “Why?”
Anne smiled. “I have a plan.”
Continue reading June 4th
Bill Clinton wears fairly conservative suits
but seems to favor the wild colored ties.
I like this one, nice and bright.
A loved one met Bill Clinton,
said that when Bill talked to him,
Bill gave him 100% of his attention.
My loved one felt like the most important man
in the world.
(Photo taken by cursedthing,
see link for copyright)
I’m talking about marketing over at Romance Bandits today.
This is a fun, fun group so if you have a moment
and want a laugh (or two),
please pop by!
Read about Nancy and Ted’s Romance Here.
“Helloooo Miss Frowny Face.” Stanley plopped down on the chair beside Anne. “What are you doing here of all places?” He looked around him in amazement.
“I do go to the library, Stanley.” Anne grumbled. She didn’t want to be here, all that dust and who knows what else floating around.
“Only to grab books and then scurry back to your room to clean them.” He propped his handsome face up by his well manicured hands. “Is the big boobsy blonde still scaring you?” He didn’t sound too sympathetic.
“She uses my clean towels and then,” her top lip curled, “drops them on the dirty floor.” Anne shivered. “She clips her toenails using my clipper,” and this was the topper, “on my bed AND doesn’t clean up afterwards.” How someone could live that way, she didn’t know.
“Ohhh…” Stanley’s eyes were wide. Was that? Around the edges? No, Anne shook her head. He couldn’t be using eyeliner. “Annie Bananie, she’s got to be leaving soon. What has it been? A week?”
“NINE days, and.” She checked her watch. “seven hours and she’s not leaving soon. You know why?”
“Why?” Stanley pulled his chair closer, expecting a story.
“Ted feels so bad, he visits her every day. And because she’s lonely with just her green haired freak for company.” Stanley winced at the reminder of his mistake. Anne patted his arm reassuringly. She didn’t hold it against him. “They talk on the phone constantly.”
“Poor Nancy.” Stanley echoed her thoughts. “Is Ted?”
Anne knew what he was asking. “Not yet. He still looks at her like an annoyingly needy friend but it is only time…” After years of being around her gorgeous younger sister Ginny, Anne knew. No guy could resist a pretty woman for long.
“We’ve’s gots to do something, Dyna-Annie.”
But what?
Continue reading May 28th