Thursday, June 13, 2013

June 13th Challenge

Hi, it’s Christina –

As things are getting more and more crazy around here, I am coming to realize I might not have enough time right now to keep up with a daily blog; then again, this was initially supposed to be a two week project and now it has been almost two months. I hate to do it, because I truly enjoy writing the blog, but something’s got to give if I intend to keep to my EOY release deadline for Simply by Chance. I will finish editing the one book I committed to and read the two more I agreed to review, but then I am putting on my writer’s cap and putting my nose to the grindstone. I will still try to post a few times a week, but every day is becoming impossible. Think of it as I’m giving you extra time to take up a challenge.

I finally figured out yesterday why I was procrastinating. For the first time, one of my characters needs to die and I’m having a hard time with it. If I don’t write the next chapter, then he will remain safe. I know it is irrational and completely silly, but I get attached to my characters and the thought of one of them dying is upsetting. Yeah, I know, I’m a nut, but there you have it.

So the official countdown has begun. One week until graduation! If any of you out there are parents, you know what an emotional time this is, for us and for our graduates. All I know for sure is I will be packing an entire box of tissues to bring with me to the ceremony.

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As I look at our hands joined together now as they have been for so many years, I can’t help but think. Think of how young and wrinkle free they were the first time they joined on our first date. I spent so much of the time studying our hands, fingers laced in a perfect fit, I missed most of the movie. Since that very first time, I have noticed our hands on many occasions; at the beach when you tried to keep me upright in rough waves, across a candlelit table at dinner, entwined at the alter on our wedding, crunched during labor at our children’s births. Through the years more and more lines have appeared on those intertwined hands, each line a testament to what we have experienced together, what we have held each other hands through and I smile. True the hands are not as young as they used to be, but their comforting strength will never diminish.


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