My Memorial Day began by avoiding traveling over the NY area bridge on Friday afternoon. I could make faster progress riding a tricycle backwards than trying to drive over any metro area egress on a rainy Friday before a three-day weekend.
But not to worry, as soon as the traffic congestion slows the State Police will be out on every highway causing drivers to brake unexpectedly and swerve back in to the right lane.
I heard that something like 34 million of us will be on the highways this weekend. I have done my part by driving from wet, rainy, cold northeastern city to another wet, rainy, cold northeastern city. But this is all good news for fans of my writing. If I can’t go to a parade, the beach, a barbeque or a picnic, I wonder what I will do?
Perhaps finish the revisions on my next Nocturne?
Below is a little of what I wrote today on a WIP (Work In Progress) paranormal romance. My hero is grappling with the realization that his transformation to a werewolf has changed more than his body.
“I never take over Dad’s business. I won’t drive that rig with my name painted in gold on the door. No big house filled with kids and dog and rabbits and…” Mac looked away and cleared his throat. “And a wife.” He swallowed hard. “Things change. Plans change.”
She placed a hand over his. “I’m sorry.”
He stood, withdrawing as he scrubbed his face with his palms.
“It’s like I died over there. You know? I went in one way and came out another.”
I hope you enjoyed this mini-excerpt and that your Memorial day is full of family, fun and gratitude for those who have honorably served our country.