Weekend Writing Warriors – 1/1/2023 – Little Reminders of Who I’m Going to Be – Maybe It’s Not Too Late

Woo Hoo!! A new year Writing Community and readers. Wow, we made it through another year. As we look back and release a final breath of exhaustion, I pray you achieved all you dreamed. If you weren’t quite there, no worries. You have a fresh calendar to begin again. Never look back and think that you’ve failed. It just means that you weren’t meant to complete it now. And that is okay.

That is one thing I need to learn: patience. I have always been a hurry up and do it type of person. Probably one of the reasons I love NaNoWriMo. But that focus does not carry over into other areas of life. Right now I am cooking for New Years. Some of the things I am cooking, I can’t rush. I can’t NaNo my pot of beans, nor could I NaNo my rack of ribs I will grill later.

So write on my friends. Writing is a process. There will be setbacks as well as leaps ahead. Keep your eyes forward and look to 2023 as a huge opportunity to the new as well as continuing with the old. God bless!!

Now let’s get back into the world of Little Reminder’s of Who I’m Going to Be:

Synopsis:

Stephanie Marshall is the owner of a successful Charlotte, NC writing firm. She and her staff advertise for some of the biggest names up and down the east coast. Even though the writer’s life is exciting, and her company is in demand, she struggles with the monotony of home life. Stephanie is on the verge of an affair and has chosen to take the next step in that relationship.

… And then there is Carter.

Our angelic friend is back, and he visits Stephanie to teach her three lessons about her life. One that involves her past, one about her present life, and one that will challenge her to the reality of the choices she makes.

SNIPPET:

Summary:
Last time left Stephanie, she found the menu in the newspaper. She remembers that Carter had insisted on her taking it; he must’ve placed it there. She abruptly leaves the office in hopes of catching Carter back at the coffee house.

First a bit from last time:
“No, you don’t understand. That menu used to hang in Jason’s office. It was taken in a robbery two years ago.”

“Oh my. You don’t think….”

“No. I don’t know,” Stephanie said, grabbing her wallet, “But I’m going to find out.” She headed toward the door. “Make sure everything is on my desk within the hour. I’ll be right back. I shouldn’t be long.”

“Gotcha, boss,” Vanessa said.

Stephanie darted past a confused Lauren and didn’t even notice Kenneth, who had come out of the conference room. She had little time to talk to anyone. Her mind was set on finding Carter Jennings.


Now here we go with our new snippet: (skipping ahead a bit. Stephanie found nothing at the coffee shop, but left her card with the barista to give to Carter should he come back. That closed out the chapter. Moving into Chapter Four, Stephanie is at home now talking to Jason, her husband, about the find. We move a bit into their conversation as she is just explaining what we already know about how she found it. She is now telling him about Carter.)


“Yeah. He had a tweed overcoat and hat,” Stephanie said, then added, “He smelled fresh.”

“Fresh?”

“Yeah,” Stephanie flapped her hands at her sides. “And I’ve been around the homeless. You know that smell, even if they’ve cleaned up, but this man was spotless. I don’t believe he was homeless. He was like someone’s grandfather.”

“So, he might know the person who robbed the office?” Jason said, setting down his mug.

“That’s my thought. He heard something and wanted to return the item.”

“But why take it out of the frame?”

Again, Stephanie shrugged. “Maybe the thieves took it out of the frame, but the grandfather grabbed and his conscience told him to return it, understanding its sentimental value.”

There is your ten (or so). And now we continue on to finish out the scene:

“What did he say again?”

Stephanie closed her eyes, relying on her memory, “He said something like ‘We never know when something we hold dear will be lost. That when it’s found, we will have joy.’ No, he said, ‘when it is found, our joy will be inexplicable,’ I remember that because it is an uncommon word.”

“What do you think that means? It’s funny that it explains what you found.”

“Well, he must have known we had lost this in the past. Now it has been returned. Makes sense he would say that returning the item.” Stephanie explained.

“I suppose,” Jason said, then smiled, staring at the menu. “I’m glad to have it back. Brings back memories. I was so nervous that day.”

“Yeah,” Stephanie said. She remembered he could barely get a word out. For some reason, she made him nervous. Not sure if it was dating jitters or that it was their professional relationship turning personal. It was the menu that got him to loosen up. Their mutual attention to detail allowed them to make a connection that established the flow for the rest of the evening.

“Guess I need to find a new frame,” Jason laughed.

Stephanie gave him a half-hearted laugh. She excused herself to the bathroom. What am I doing? she asked the mirror. She really did love, Jason. He was a good husband. He never did anything to deserve what she was doing to him. Never would he ever do to her what she was doing to him. She decided she needed to cut it off with Kenneth. While it felt great to be admired, it was crossing lines that shouldn’t be crossed. She had something better here; her kids were part of this gift, and it wasn’t worth losing it all for a flirt and a smile.

That night she and Jason made love, and it was like old times. She wasn’t sure if it was finding the menu, but something sparked inside Jason, and he gave himself to her. The passion they shared felt like they were newlyweds again. She felt loved. She felt desired; the thought of another man melted away with every caress; every kiss took her deeper into what she needed from her husband. Stephanie was looking for compassion, and Jason met every need without a word.

So there is passion still left in their marriage. Where there is a spark of passion, there is a chance of redemption. But will it be enough for Stephanie? Can she forget Kenneth so quickly? Or will she find that once an affair begins, it is not so easily to just cut off and end with one smooth stroke?


Monday is Memory Monday
We remember an important event that occurred on that Monday or sometime that week.

Tuesday is Two Twenty-Two Tuesday
A weekly vlog where I talk about writing or something that’s been on my heart, all in two minutes and twenty-two seconds.
This is posted on my YouTube channel.

Wednesday is when I will post my blog for the week.
I speak from my heart on various topics from writing to faith.

Thursday is This or That Thursday
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Friday is Fun Fact Friday
I find and share interesting or obscure facts on my pages.

Saturday is for Weekend Writing Warriors
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Thank you for visiting my page this week. I pray you are having an amazing New Year. I know we all have plans to dive into new works or to finally finish existing ones. Or perhaps our vision is to get the ones we have with the stamp of approval from a publishing company or just be able to click Submit Now on a self-publishing platform. Whatever your dream may be for 2023, I pray you will accomplish it!! Keep on keeping on friends. Love you guys, and I look forward to moving on with you into the new year.

In His Exciting Service,

Jeff S. Bray

Check out amazing established and emerging writers at Weekend Writing Warriors. Each week we post new snippets from either published works or works in progress for each other to comment on. Gain insight into how the mind of a writer works and a behind-the-scenes look at works before they hit bookstands everywhere.


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