Now that I've gotten past Robin's death, my son and I have made it through the first semester of middle school, and I made a big dent in my Christmas preparations, I'm flying! Whole new attitude! I can hear Patti's dulcet tones ringing in my head. So let me share some good news.
First up, my holiday ebook,
"Love and Kwanzaa" is now available for sale! I'm excited! This is my first publication outside of a few magazine short stories, although it started out as a short story mag submission. When it was rejected, I made a few changes and resubmitted my story to
The Wild Rose Press. To my pleasant surprise, it was accepted. First time I've gone through the whole editing cycle: revisions, galley, cover art, more revisions, final galley, and release date. It was challenging and I learned a lot. If you're looking for a quick (and inexpensive) romantic holiday read, click
here and check out "Love and Kwanzaa".
And now for part two of my great news... I have my first book review. And it's a good book review. My real-life inspirational romance is included in
"How I Met My Sweetheart", an anthology to be released Feb 2007. I'm in the company of a great group of ladies who wrote wonderfully, inspiring stories. My good online friend, LaShaunda Hoffman, the publisher of SORMAG online magazine, is one of the authors too. You can read the review on her
blog. An excerpt of my story is below. If you wish to pre-order a copy, you may send a check or money order for $12 (includes tax plus shipping & handling) to:
Patricia Woodside
2219 Valrico Forest Drive
Valrico, FL 33594
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Excerpted from
Love Begets Loveby Patricia Woodside
"How I Met My Sweetheart", an inspirational anthology
Published by Amani Publishing
Release Date: February 2007
Bernard arrived to pick me up for the movie in a gray Cadillac. He held the door open so that I could seat myself.
“Hey Pat!” I glanced into the back seat, surprised to see additional passengers.
“Hey, Tabreeca. Charmise. Merry Christmas!” I fondly acknowledged two of Bernard’s sisters.
“This is Craig, Toni’s husband.” Tabreeca gestured to the gentleman who sat beside them. He wore an impish grin, clearly amused by the unfolding scene. Charmise looked miffed.
“He said he had to pick someone up, but we didn’t know it was you.” Tabreeca rattled on, her infectious manner ever present.
“You’re going to the movies too?” I struggled to clarify the situation.
“Bernard always takes me out for my birthday,” Charmise, the Christmas baby, answered.
His two younger sisters and a brother-in-law? Strange but hey, at minimum, it was a chance to enjoy a free movie. Maybe I had misinterpreted Bernard’s signals. Oh well. Shaking off my disappointment, I focused on having a good time. We did. We sat away from our chaperones and even held hands. We had a nice time, and I agreed to meet him for lunch the next day.
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The waitress scribbled on her pad as she placed our menus under her arm and moved across the aisle to another customer. The lunchtime rush in full swing, the din of the increasing crowd made it difficult to hear. Sitting back against the worn leather of the Friendly’s booth, Bernard dipped his chin.
“I’m not looking for a casual date or a new girlfriend.”
My breath caught. I knew what he meant without him saying the words. He wanted to find his wife.
This was serious, as we both came from a background that emphasized “until death do us part.” Talk about an icebreaker! This was only our second date and our first real conversation. We’d only begun to get to know one another. I knew that he’d been engaged before but didn’t know what had happened. Yet, I felt oddly drawn to him. The soothing yet authoritative tenor of his voice gripped me. He had dark brown eyes that seemed to absorb my every word like a thirsty sponge.
“I understand.” I looked him squarely in his eyes. We were on the same page even if we used few words to express our shared sentiment. We continued our lunch, laughing and talking, sharing tidbits about ourselves over cups of steaming clam chowder. Would “enjoyable but unusual” describe all of our dates?
I had four days before my scheduled departure. We spent time together each day. I grew increasingly uncomfortable with the idea of flying to spend time with someone else. I’d begun to have real feelings for Bernard. I wanted to stay and get to know him better, but I also felt obligated to keep my commitment, not to mention that my airline tickets were already paid for, and I was strapped for cash. For his part, Bernard made it clear that he didn’t want me to leave, but that it was my decision. I figured we’d keep in touch. Everything would sort itself out in due time.
Peace & Blessings,
Patricia
Stay focused. Be deliberate. Believe.