Dropping Bombs in Literature #OpenBookBlogHop #Excerpt

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Welcome to another edition of Open Book Blog Hop. This week’s question is: “How do you feel about the use of profanity, either in your stories or in what you read?

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I have no sympathy for a character, especially a main character, who frequently  speaks colorful language. Last year, I started a book in which the first-person narrator dropped an F bomb in every other sentence.

Needless to say, I didn’t get very far in that book. I suppose some people talk that way, but it isn’t pretty and isn’t necessary except under certain circumstances.

Let’s take, for example, the following passage from my forthcoming novel, Why Grandma Doesn’t Know Me. Daryl is, for the most part, a devout Catholic, not in the habit of swearing. He goes to Mass regularly with his family, and his children have attended parochial schools.

In the scene I’m about to share, he has been trying to work in his law office while grappling with the idea that his wife lied to him about his sixteen-year-old daughter not being his biological child. Then, his wife calls with more bad news, and down comes an S bomb.

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I managed to muddle through somehow until about 12:30, when Marti called.

“They’re closing the girls’ schools early because of the storm. I locked the house when I left, thinking I’d be home before them, but I still have my one o’clock class, and our department chair suddenly scheduled a meeting for 4 p.m.”

“Oh, shit!” I said, staring out my window at swirling snow.

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How about you? What do you think about characters who utter profanities? You can sound off in the comment field below or click here to participate in this week’s hop and read what others have to say.

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For those of you who use the National Library Service for the Blind and Print Disabled, The Red Dress is available for download from their site here. No matter how you read it, please be sure to review it wherever you can. That goes for all my books. Thank you for stopping by. Stay safe, happy, and healthy.

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New! The Red Dress

Copyright July 2019 by DLD Books

Front cover contains: young, dark-haired woman in red dress holding flowers

When Eve went to her high school senior prom, she wore a red dress that her mother had made for her. That night, after dancing with the boy of her dreams, she caught him in the act with her best friend. Months later, Eve, a freshman in college, is bullied into giving the dress to her roommate. After her mother finds out, their relationship is never the same again.

Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.

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Revenge Through Tennis #It’sSix-SentenceStoryThursdayLinkUp

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“Hey, you usually play better than that,” Helen said, as Jamie’s ball fell short of the net and bounced off the court a few times. “What’s going on?”

Sighing and putting down her racket, Jamie said, “I was going to tell you this over lunch, but I may as well say now that Steve is leaving me for that cute paralegal he’s been working with for the past few months. I suspected he was having an affair with her a few weeks ago when I dropped off some papers at the office he’d forgotten but had no evidence until he told me last night.”

“Ouch, well, okay, now, I want you to pretend that ball is Steve and give it all you’ve got with that racket.”

A moment later, after Jamie had composed herself, she sent the ball sailing over the net and over Helen’s head to land with a thud and a clang against the back fence.

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Thanks to Girlie on the Edge for inspiring the above work of fiction with her six-sentence story prompt for this week. If you’d like to participate in this week’s blog hop, click here.

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And now, I’m cordially inviting you all to a virtual open mic poetry reading this Sunday, August 8th, at 5 p.m. U.S. mountain time. You can share a poem or two or just listen. Click here for more information.

By the way, for those of you who use the National Library Service for the Blind and Print Disabled, The Red Dress is available for download from their site here. No matter how you read it, please be sure to review it wherever you can. That goes for all my books. Thank you for stopping by. Stay safe, happy, and healthy.

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New! The Red Dress

Copyright July 2019 by DLD Books

Image contains: young, dark-haired woman in red dress holding flowers

When Eve went to her high school senior prom, she wore a red dress that her mother had made for her. That night, after dancing with the boy of her dreams, she caught him in the act with her best friend. Months later, Eve, a freshman in college, is bullied into giving the dress to her roommate. After her mother finds out, their relationship is never the same again.

Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.

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No Alternatives #It’sSix-SentenceStoryThursdayLinkUp

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“What do you mean you don’t have biscuits and gravy?” Beth said, trying not to yell or cry, as she sat on the king-sized bed in her hotel room, clutching the phone to her ear. “This is the second day in a row that you haven’t had biscuits and gravy, even though it’s on the menu, and you know, it’s bad enough that I’m separated from my family, and now, I can’t have biscuits and gravy, my favorite breakfast, a meal I don’t have very often because my husband and kids don’t like it, and now, you’re out of biscuits and gravy again!”

As tears rolled down Beth’s cheeks, the room service operator said, “Well, is there something else I can get you?”

In disgust, Beth slammed down the receiver and gave in to her guilt-ridden grief, head in hands, sobbing.

The bathroom door opened, and the man who wasn’t her husband appeared, bent, and took her into his arms. “Babe, if you really want biscuits and gravy, let’s get dressed and go find a place that serves that, okay?”

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How about you? What’s your favorite breakfast? I don’t have a favorite food I like to eat for what they call the most important meal of the day, but if you do, I’d love to read about that in the comment field.

Thanks to Girlie on the Edge for inspiring the above work of flash fiction with her six-story prompt for this week. If you’re a blogger and would like to participate in this week’s hop, click here.

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And now, I’m pleased to announce that on Wednesday, July 7th, I’ll be playing the piano and singing in the dining room at The Hub on Smith, here in Sheridan, Wyoming. If you live in my neck of the woods, the facility is located at 211 Smith Street, and you can come and eat lunch while listening. The event will be broadcast live and recorded. You can click here to visit the event’s Facebook page.

Also, throughout the month of July, My Ideal Partner and The Red Dress are available from Smashwords ABSOLUTELY FREE as part of its annual summer/winter sale. You can visit my Smashwords author page to download these books. Happy reading!

By the way, for those of you who use the National Library Service for the Blind and Print Disabled, The Red Dress is available for download from their site here. No matter how you read it, please be sure to review it wherever you can. That goes for all my books. Thank you for stopping by. Stay safe, happy, and healthy.

 

New! The Red Dress

Copyright July 2019 by DLD Books

Image contains: young, dark-haired woman in red dress holding flowers

When Eve went to her high school senior prom, she wore a red dress that her mother had made for her. That night, after dancing with the boy of her dreams, she caught him in the act with her best friend. Months later, Eve, a freshman in college, is bullied into giving the dress to her roommate. After her mother finds out, their relationship is never the same again.

Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.

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Guest Post: Abbie Johnson-Taylor #Reblog #Fiction

What a great way to start a Sunday! Thanks to BeetleyPete for publishing my short story on his blog. I recently ran across a prompt to write a story that starts with “Where were you last night?” So, I thought a twist on the infidelity theme was in order. Enjoy!

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I am very pleased to bring you a fictional short story from published author and blogger, Abbie Johnson-Taylor.

SINS OF THE FATHER (Fiction)

by Abbie Johnson Taylor

“Where were you last night?” I asked my son, once we were settled at the kitchen table with coffee and store-bought cinnamon rolls. He’d shown up, unannounced, and I knew why.

He stared down into his coffee. “Like I told Carrie, I was at the hospital late with a patient. But she didn’t believe me. She let me slip into bed with her after I got home last night, but this morning, she kicked me out. She didn’t even fix me breakfast.”

I gave him my iciest stare. “Carrie called me at midnight, saying she couldn’t reach you on your cell. When she called the hospital, she was told you left at eleven. She was worried. I felt I had no choice but…

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A Gouda Day for Jolene #Tuesday Tidbit #Fiction

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At The Country Kitchen in Sheridan, Wyoming, Dolly sits in a booth, dressed in a pink pant suit, her blonde, frizzy hair sparkling in the sunlight. She barely touches her Gouda cheese omelet. Jolene sits across from her, wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt with “Wyoming Cowboys” emblazoned in bold black letters on the front. Her dark hair is cut short. She wolfs down her barbecued chicken sandwich, also with Gouda cheese.

“I’m surprised to see you,” she tells Dolly. “When I called and asked if we could meet, I didn’t think you’d come all the way out here from New York just to see me.”

“I don’t know what he sees in you, honey. You’re so plain.”

“Maybe it’s the fact that I’m always there for him. I don’t travel around the country, giving concerts, signing autographs, smiling at other men.”

“But that’s my work. He knew that when he married me. Why on Earth would he want to live in Wyoming of all places? None of these towns are like L.A. or New York.”

“He likes my ranch. In the evening, we sit on the front porch, drink coffee, play chess, watch the sun go down. It’s more romantic than some old penthouse in New York.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“We met at your concert in Denver last year. When he complained of a headache and told you he was going back to the Brown Palace, he was going there to be with me.”

“So, he’s been cheating for the past year?”

“I guess you could say that. While you were on the road, whenever he could take time away from the office, he’d fly up here. I’d meet him at the airport and drive him to the ranch. We’d have a high old time together.”

“All those times he called me from his cell phone, he was with you?” The corners of Dolly’s mouth tremble, and tears trickle down her cheeks.

“I guess so.”

“Those times I called him at home and there was no answer, I assumed he was working late,” says Dolly, taking a Kleenex from her purse and blowing her nose.

Jolene picks up a French fry, pops it into her mouth, chews and swallows. “Let’s face it, Dolly. He doesn’t love you anymore. Who can blame him? No man wants a wife who’s never at home.” She reaches across the table and takes Dolly’s hand.

“You slut!” says Dolly, jerking her hand away. She stands, picks up her omelet, flings it at the other woman, and hurries out the door, leaving Jolene, her face swathed in egg, smoked bacon, tomato slices, and Gouda cheese.

The above story was published several years ago in Magnets and Ladders and appears in the February edition of The Writer’s Grapevine. Click here to read past issues. To subscribe, send a blank email to: writersgv+subscribe@groups.io

I once heard a radio ad for a local restaurant, promoting their menu items containing Gouda (pronounced goo da) cheese. At the end of the promo, the announcer said, “Have a Gouda day.” That, along with the above song, inspired my story.

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By the way, for those of you who use the National Library Service for the Blind and Print Disabled, The Red Dress is available for download from their site here. No matter how you read it, please be sure to review it wherever you can. That goes for all my books. Thank you for stopping by. Stay safe, happy, and healthy.

New! The Red Dress

Copyright July 2019 by DLD Books

Front cover contains: young, dark-haired woman in red dress holding flowers

When Eve went to her high school senior prom, she wore a red dress that her mother had made for her. That night, after dancing with the boy of her dreams, she caught him in the act with her best friend. Months later, Eve, a freshman in college, is bullied into giving the dress to her roommate. After her mother finds out, their relationship is never the same again.

Twenty-five years later, Eve, a bestselling author, is happily married with three children. Although her mother suffers from dementia, she still remembers, and Eve still harbors the guilt for giving the dress away. When she receives a Facebook friend request from her old college roommate and an invitation to her twenty-five-year high school class reunion, then meets her former best friend by chance, she must confront the past in order to face the future.

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