WeWriWa—Halloween fun for all ages

Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday, weekly Sunday hops where writers share 8–10 sentences from a book or WIP. The rules have now been relaxed to allow a few more sentences if merited, so long as they’re clearly indicated, to avoid the creative punctuation many of us have used to stay within the limit.

This week’s Halloween snippet comes from Chapter 6, “Samhain Proposal,” of my long-hiatused WIP Green Sunrise (the sequel to Little Ragdoll). I’ve shared a few excerpts from this chapter over the years, but I don’t believe I shared this particular one yet.

It’s Halloween 1974, and the Troys and the Ryans have gathered for the birthday party of one of the youngest members of their family before heading out for holiday fun. Because they grew up poor and never had the chance to wear costumes or trick-or-treat at the normal age, they treasure the opportunity to make up for lost time.

Before everyone sets out for trick-or-treating on Halloween, they meet at Lucine and Zachary’s house for Simone’s second birthday party. Simone is dressed as a tiger and sitting in a chair decorated with pink and purple streamers and balloons. Some of her friends from daycare are also in attendance with their parents.

“I helped frost the cake we made for you at the bakery!” Fiona says. “It’s made out to look like a wrapped present, and has cherry filling.”

“What a great costume!” Emeline tells Simone. “We had a storytime and Halloween activity for young kids today at the library, and a bunch of ‘em were dressed in such unoriginal costumes, like princesses, kings, ballerinas, cowboys, and witches.”

“Do you like Amelia’s and my costumes?” Irene asks.

Emeline smiles at her. “I suggested to your mommy that you two could be a Colonial girl and a pioneer girl, and I helped her with shopping for fabric.”

The ten lines end here. A few more follow to finish the scene.

“How long are we going out for this year?” Ernestine asks as Allen insists on taking several pictures of the cake.

“Simone can probably only handle an hour at most,” Lucine says. “Oliver and Robbie will probably be the same. Don’t tell me you’re going.”

“Deirdre and I are both going. We’re changing into costumes back at the house. We never did it growing up, so we might as well milk it while we can still get away with it. I’m going as a sexy saloon girl, and Deirdre’s a female pirate. Afterwards all us girls are gonna try our hand at divination.”

WeWriWa—Welcoming 1980

Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday, weekly Sunday hops where writers share 8–10 sentences from a book or WIP. The rules have now been relaxed to allow a few more sentences if merited, so long as they’re clearly indicated, to avoid the creative punctuation many of us have used to stay within the limit.

For my New Year’s snippet, I’m sharing from Chapter 11, “New Year’s Eve Delight,” of my long-hiatused WIP Justine Grown Up, the third book in my contemporary historical family saga about the Troys and the Ryans, and a modern retelling of sorts of Margaret Sidney’s Phronsie Pepper. It’s now New Year’s Eve 1979, and instead of spending the entire holiday sharing private romantic moments, Justine and David are forced to endure the negative running commentary of older siblings who still see them as children.

David’s term of endearment for Justine, cuisle mo chroí (COOSH-la ma cree), means “pulse of my heart” in Irish.

Working synopsis:

Justine’s jealous feelings at the birth of Julie’s first child are quickly turned around when she reconnects with David, now twenty-five and a Ph.D. student. Unfortunately, her older siblings and their friends have a hard time seeing her, after years of being the precious family baby, as a grownup woman who’s old enough for marriage, motherhood, and moving out with her new family. But then, when her young nieces become Duranies, an unexpected opportunity opens up for Justine to finally prove once and for all to her family that she’s a responsible, capable, mature adult.

When the tray of food is passed around to her, she takes a handful of nuts and a few crackers.

“Would you like something to drink with that?” David asks.

“Watch it,” Adicia says. “Justine won’t be twenty-one till March. Have you ever given her alcohol before?”

“Of course not! I rarely drink myself, but it’s nice to have a little on holidays and special occasions.”

“You’ve let me have champagne and wine before on New Year’s Eve,” Justine says.

“Yeah, but I’m your sister, not an older boyfriend who’s slept his way across Europe!”

“I slept with a handful of women, not the entire female population!” David says.

The ten lines end here. A few more follow to complete the scene.

Justine grudgingly accepts the orange egg cream David brings her in place of champagne. During the remaining few minutes of the decade, she sits snuggled up against him, trying to tune out the rest of their families. If they were in Times Square, she’d probably be kissing her new boyfriend, but for now she’ll have to settle for a hug to greet 1980.

“Don’t worry,” David whispers. “We’ll be back in Albany soon enough and can have all the privacy we want. In the meantime, the anticipation will make it better.”

“I hope so.”

He hugs her again. “Welcome to 1980, cuisle mo chroí.”

Happy 50th birthday, Imagine!

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John Lennon described his proper sophomore solo album as Plastic Ono Band with chocolate frosting. That is, the songs had a similar mood of anger, bitterness, and vulnerability, but there was more of a touch of softness. Imagine is also more commercially-friendly and sugarcoated. It’s long been my next-fave of his solo albums. (To date, I’ve never heard the rather self-indulgent, experimental albums he did with Yoko, but most people consider his solo career to have properly started with POB.)

The album was recorded from 11–12 February and 24 May–5 July 1971, and released 9 September 1971 in the U.S. and 8 October in the U.K. Some of the recording sessions are featured in the 1972 TV film also titled Imagine. At the time, critics lambasted the film as “the most expensive home movie of all time,” but I really enjoyed it.

Imagine was very positively received by music critics, though some felt POB was superior. Just as John described it in annoyance, many critics too noticed it was much more commercial than POB. Predictably, eight of John’s albums were reissued as a boxed set after his murder, and Imagine and its title track both became huge hits all over the world.

Originally, the album reached #1 in the U.S., the U.K., Australia, The Netherlands, Japan, and Norway, #2 in Canada, and #10 in West Germany. In 1981, it was #3 in Norway, #5 in the U.K., #34 in Sweden, and #63 in the U.S.

John had a star-studded sessions band including such luminaries as George Harrison, Klaus Voormann, Nicky Hopkins, King Curtis, Alan White, Jim Keltner, and Mike Pinder.

Track listing:

“Imagine” (co-written with Yoko) (#1 in the U.S., Australia, Canada, and South Africa; #5 in Switzerland and The Netherlands; #6 in Norway; #12 in Belgium; #14 in Japan; #18 in Germany upon original release; #1 in Ireland, #6 in the U.K., and #19 in Sweden upon 1975 reissue; #1 in the U.K. and Ireland, #2 in Switzerland, #3 in Norway, #4 in Austria, #5 in The Netherlands, #6 in Belgium, #7 in Germany, #23 in New Zealand, and #43 in Australia upon 1981 reissue)
“Crippled Inside”
“Jealous Guy” (later covered by Roxy Music, who had a huge hit with it)
“It’s So Hard”
“I Don’t Wanna Be a Soldier Mama”
“Gimme Some Truth”
“Oh My Love” (co-written with Yoko)
“How Do You Sleep?”
“How?”
“Oh Yoko!”

The 40th anniversary LP reissue also came with a bonus EP with the following songs (most of them alternative versions from the recording sessions):

“Baby Please Don’t Go” (written by Walter Ward)
“Imagine”
“How Do You Sleep?”
“Jealous Guy”
“Oh My Love”
“I Don’t Wanna Be a Soldier Mama”

My fave songs are “How Do You Sleep?” (which so gives the finger to Paul!), “Gimme Some Truth,” “I Don’t Wanna Be a Soldier,” “Crippled Inside,” and “Jealous Guy.” I got my vinyl copy from the $2 wall at Mystery Train Records in October 2002, during my first Alumni Weekend. It was marked as-is, and that turned out to mean there’s a skip on “Jealous Guy.” I’m so used to hearing it that way, I mentally expect the skip when I hear the song on the radio or Spotify.

Sadly, all my records are 900 miles away and haven’t been shipped to me yet, since my little brother has made it clear he cares more about woke ideology and his ridiculous, unhealthy ménage à trois than his own family, so I’ll have to get some friends still in that area to take over from him.

John said it best: “One thing you can’t hide/Is when you’re crippled inside.”

WeWriWa—The best Christmas present of all

Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday, weekly Sunday hops where writers share 8–10 sentences from a book or WIP. The rules have now been relaxed to allow a few more sentences if merited, so long as they’re clearly indicated, to avoid the creative punctuation many of us have used to stay within the limit.

My Christmas snippets this year come from my long-hiatused WIP Justine Grown Up, the third book in my contemporary historical family saga of the Troy family. It’s set from 1979–84, and is a modern retelling of sorts of Margaret Sydney’s 1897 book Phronsie Pepper.

Baby sister Justine is now a college student and dating longtime family friend David Ryan, but her many older siblings and David’s older sister Deirdre can’t stop thinking of her as a little girl. They also can’t understand the almost-five-year age difference between Justine and David has now leveled off.

It’s Christmas 1979, and Justine is now reading the note David wrapped up with an aquamarine necklace. Cuisle mo chroí (KOOSH-la ma KREE) means “pulse of my heart” in Irish, and is David’s chosen term of endearment for Justine.

My sweet Justine Anastasie, cuisle mo chroí,

Please accept my humble Xmas gifts as tokens of the deep feelings I have for you. Every day I like you more than the day before. Growing up, you were so much younger than me, and I never dreamt one day I’d think about you in that way. Color me surprised you were thinking of me like that long before I even considered you a date possibility.

Will you please make me even happier by doing me the honor of being my official girlfriend and being exclusive with me? I can’t imagine ever liking any girl as much as I like you.

Very truly yours,

David Edgar Ryan

“Of course I’ll be your girlfriend! I’ve been waiting for you to finally ask me!”

The ten lines end here. A few more to complete the scene follow.

“So if Aunt Justine is your girlfriend now, does that mean you’re finally gonna kiss her?” Robbie asks as he plays with his new clown doll.

“Not in fronta all you people,” David says. “That’s something you need a special time for, not something you do ‘cause people think you’re supposed to do it.”

WeWriWa—Justine’s stocking

Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday, weekly Sunday hops where writers share 8–10 sentences from a book or WIP. The rules have now been relaxed to allow a few more sentences if merited, so long as they’re clearly indicated, to avoid the creative punctuation many of us have used to stay within the limit.

My Christmas snippets this year come from my long-hiatused WIP Justine Grown Up, the third book in my contemporary historical family saga of the Troy family. It’s set from 1979–84, and is a modern retelling of sorts of Margaret Sydney’s 1897 book Phronsie Pepper.

Baby sister Justine is now a college student and dating longtime family friend David Ryan, but her many older siblings and David’s older sister Deirdre can’t stop thinking of her as a little girl. They also can’t understand the almost-five-year age difference between Justine and David has now leveled off.

It’s Christmas 1979, and the Troys and Ryans are shaking out the contents of their stockings after unwrapping presents.

Justine shakes out a huge green, red, and white candy cane, multiple types of chocolate, a bag of jellybeans, a bag of gumdrops, a bag of candied fruit slices, and several small wrapped packages. She saves the one from David for last and first unwraps the other three. She finds dangly pineapple earrings from Aoife, a fancy pen from Adicia, and a snowflake pin from Lucine.

“Would you like to open your last gift now?” David asks.

“What exactly have you given my baby sister?” Adicia asks. “This better not be the most expensive gift of all.”

Justine finds a medium-blue teardrop-shaped gemstone on a delicate silver necklace. “This is so pretty! What did I do to deserve this?”

“Just by being such a nice girl,” David says with a big smile.

The ten lines end here. A few more follow.

“It’s aquamarine, the modern March birthstone. The ancient birthstones, bloodstone and jasper, seemed a bit mismatched for fine jewelry. Would you like me to fasten it on you?”

“Sure.” Justine holds up her hair. Her body tingles at feeling his hands on the back of her neck.

“Did you see the note under it?”

“You wrote a note too?” Deirdre asks. “This better not be as creepy as the note from András.”

“My note is only meant for Justine’s eyes. Don’t you have a wife to occupy yourself with? You’ve never been so concerned with my relationships before.”

Synopsis for Justine Grown Up:

Justine’s jealous feelings at the birth of Julie’s first child are quickly turned around when she reconnects with David, now twenty-five and a Ph.D. student. Unfortunately, her older siblings and their friends have a hard time seeing her, after years of being the precious family baby, as a grownup woman who’s old enough for marriage, motherhood, and moving out with her new family. But then, when her young nieces become Duranies, an unexpected opportunity opens up for Justine to finally prove once and for all to her family that she’s a responsible, capable, mature adult.