Tempeste Blake's Blog, page 2
February 20, 2017
Sweet Cherry Pie
In honor of National Cherry Pie day, a micro story about one of my characters and a link to a favorite recipe. Enjoy, and if you make the tart, save me a sliver.Sweet Cherry PieTiffany knew she’d marry Walt when he showed up on her doorstep. The crescent moon rose behind his hat like some plume in an old-timey men’s fedora, and his hands were shoved deep in his pockets. “I have something of yours,” he said between breaths as if he’d run the entire way. “I thought it might be important.”Curiou...
February 13, 2017
Strangers in the Cupola
Many Valentine’s Days have come and gone for me, some with fanfare, some without. I’ve learned that I prefer dark chocolate to milk and that being a part of a couple is no guarantee for large heart-shaped boxes and dozens of long-stemmed roses. I suppose that’s why I write romance, I can create my own happy endings . . . and choose my favorite candy!But the Valentine’s Day that burns vivid in my memory, brings a smile, though at the time, it brought only confusion.I was about ten years old an...
February 8, 2017
Happy New Day!
Happy New Day!Thirty-nine days in and I’m finally ready to tackle the annoying little New Year’s task I’ve been putting off: making resolutions. Sigh.
Year after year I make the list: lose weight, eat better, work out more, less couch time, only to end up frustrated when I fail to keep said resolutions.It’s not like I’m giving up on the opportunity for a fresh start. I like that word: opportunity, and I like to think that each new day is an opportunity. So I had a thought, no resolutions that...
Year after year I make the list: lose weight, eat better, work out more, less couch time, only to end up frustrated when I fail to keep said resolutions.It’s not like I’m giving up on the opportunity for a fresh start. I like that word: opportunity, and I like to think that each new day is an opportunity. So I had a thought, no resolutions that...
January 30, 2017
The First Draft
The first draft of anything is rough.Ernest Hemingway’s terminology was certainly more colorful, but I prefer to look at the first draft as an unpolished stone in search of a rock tumbler. And in the same way writing improves with a pair of rolled-up sleeves and a good editing pencil, our thoughts revise our responses to situations with the broad stroke of time. And sometimes—maybe most times—that revision is what we wish we’d said.To the gentleman from the restaurant the other night . . .Let...
