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Changes

The thing about writing is it can always change. Changing it up....

First draft

Finished They told me I couldn't be a Mommy yesterday, first draft anyway. Starting to read it again today. Always feels so good to get one done!

Backwards

“A hot tub always feels so good after skiing,”
I said moving deeper in the tub.

“That it does,” he said leaning back, laying his
arms on the edge of the tub.

I couldn’t help but look at them. He caught me again
and smiled.

“I’m afraid about going home,” I said.

“Afraid?” he asked.

            “I came up here
for the adventure of it. The adventure of moving away, being a ski bum, not
waking up one day and wondering why I never did anything spontaneous, risky. You’ve
done risky. You left home early, moved around, experienced things,” I said.

“You did what you set out to do. Seems you’ve
had a good winter. So why the fear?” he asked.
“I’m afraid of going
back, falling back into the same routine. I wanted to move forward, change
something, and now I feel like I’m going backwards."





Casanova Cowboy--a New Adult novel             Lisa Loomis                           On Amazon

New jacket

Along with being newly edited Boy in a Band is getting a new look.



Boy in a Band---a New Adult novel                 Lisa Loomis                               On Amazon

Mama's boy?

           “So
I get there, right, and he picks me up from the airport. He tells me we are
going to go to his mom’s for dinner,” Jillian said sarcastically in her husky
voice. “I’m thinking, right dude I fly in to see you and the first thing you
want to do is take me to your mother’s, not like to bed or anything but to his mom’s.”


            Jillian chuckled, recalling.

            “I figure whatever, go with the
program, right? So we go to his mom’s. Well she’s this wealthy woman who lives
in a massive house with his sister who is divorced and living back at home. I
can tell right away she doesn’t like me nor, it appears, does the sister. I
feel uncomfortable but he is trying hard to make me feel welcome. Then,
throughout dinner, I notice the two of them constantly tell him what to do,
what to eat, how much, how much wine, where we are going to sit after dinner,
when he can leave. By the time we can go, I’m a little freaked out.”

            “So is he a total mama’s boy?” Linda
asked.





Gem Rats--a Chick Lit novel                          Lisa Loomis                                 On Amazon

Frogs

            The
rocks were a bit slippery, so I cautiously followed the boys. There were some
patches of cattails, and I noticed a few pollywogs. I immediately started
looking for frogs. I was sort of lagging behind, thinking about my own creek
and the games we played, while the boys splashed up ahead. It didn’t take me
long to find a little frog, and I picked it up.

            “Hey, look what I found,” I yelled
at them.

            Mathew and Bobby turned around and
came back.

            “Cool, look at that,” Mathew said,
reaching to touch the frog that I had cupped in my hand.

            “You like frogs?” Mathew asked,
surprised.

            He was gentle when he stroked the
little guy and his fingers couldn’t help but touch my hand in doing so.

            “Yeah, we have a creek at the end of
our street, and they're all over the place, even bullfrogs.”





Boy in a Band--a New Adult novel                               Lisa Loomis                          On Amazon

Last June

My two wonderful kids made me the best cards...so lucky!

Human connection

        I
lay awake in his arms thinking about our evening. When I volunteered to cook it
was to reciprocate for the nice things he’d done for me.  I hadn’t anticipated this is how the evening
would end. We’d eased into the whole thing, so comfortably that it shocked me. It
was like we both were in need of the human connection for different reasons,
but it worked.





Casanova Cowboy---a New Adult novel                    Lisa Loomis                           On Amazon

Nervous?

           “You
nervous?” he asked opening the car door for me.

            “I am,” I answered getting in.

            Who was this girl? I suddenly wasn’t
sure why I said yes. “Remember who you are” mom said. Yes, remember.

            “New car,” I stated.

            “Not new, but new to me. Look
cassette deck no 8-track.”

            “Coming up in the world,” I joked.

            “What do you want to hear?” he said
leaning across me to the glove box. “I’ve got some John Denver, Barry Manilow."

           “You do not, you liar,” I teased
back. 






 

Be better

This writing thing is hard work. My days fly by and I feel like I should be getting so much more done. No writers block, just a lot to be done. Jumping backwards a bit while editing continues...gotta love that it can always be better.