Bree LeMaire
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Hi Liz, I read your introduction. It looks to be a fun read. Meditation around dogs.
Suggest you put in there someplace how to pronounce Schipperke.
I googled a picture of one and know someone in our neighborhood who has one. She said they have great tempraments.
Look forward to your next installment.
BreeHi Lee, This seems to be the beginning of a symphonic mystery. (exciting)
loved the details about the instrument maintenance, and the setting. Along with the naming of the final piece and the chords that it ends on. Had no idea how the 5th ended.
Didn’t know spiccato- something around staccato?
Wanted to have the hijab mentioned earlier, like the gun on the mantel– fore shadowing
Yes, keep writing. I want to know what happens.Hi All, sorry for the delay in getting to you. I mistakingly thought I could click on the link from Elizabeth and come directly to this site. Found out I can’t.
I have to put the whole address into my firefox and that brings me to where I want to be.
Will comment on all the other 600’s tomorrow.
Just relishing in the fact that I can get into this salon after being told many times that I was not authorized to view this group.
BreeThe Match
They met on Match.com. It was one of those flukes where a couple girlfriends signed her up and ferreted out a perfect match, as reported. They christened her Cindy for Cinderella knowing she’d eventually come across her prince. His picture showed him with a knitted cap that looked a bit French. Even with the name Pablo, they surmised he might have had a French mother.
Cindy was enthralled from the beginning. Their first date was to Peet’s coffee. Both had anti Starbucks philosophies. She’d had a bad vacation in Seattle and he’d gotten an unwanted sugar high from a Frappuccino. Their second date, was to an upscale Denny’s with a knowing hostess. She assessed each customer for dining location, Birkenstocks got the window seats, tennis shoes were seated next to the cash register. Steel toed dirty work shoes were seated by the swinging doors into the kitchen. All Cindy and Pablo’s dates lasted more than four hours. They discovered so much in common. They both liked adventure movies with Tom Cruise and believed in wearing red, white and blue on national holidays. Political views weren’t explored but each figured they would agree with the other. They also weren’t ready to test those waters.
The third date came after a one-week hiatus. Cindy was called to Orlando for a business meeting to discuss the new line of culottes with matching sandals.
Pablo was happy to have the extra time and used it to for a hair trim and hot oil treatment. He had the most delicious hair, long, flowing with ringlets that tumbled over each shoulder. It was a natural lusty chestnut color. His mother had been a red head, his father darker brown. Sunshine brought red stars that sparkled and twinkled in the rays.
The third date Cindy asked him to dinner. It was a calculated move on her part to take their relationship into new territory. After dinner they sipped wine and quietly talked of her trip. As they talked Pablo moved slowly from his chair to her side and kissed her, a soft delightful kiss, respectful and expressive.
Wow, she thought, I like this. I want more. She reached up and put her arms around him to get him to stay close.
“You’re a great welcoming committee,” she laughed in reference to her return home.
“Yes with more to come,” He said and bent his head down once again for another kiss.
“Lets get more comfy,” she said.
“For sure,” he said and moved his hand further down her back, strong and kneading as he held her.
Cindy, sat up grabbed his hand and led him across the way to her bedroom. She threw her ten stuffed animals to the side and fell into the blue butterflies on her bed.
“Oh Baby,” he said and sat down next to her. This was his special moment to bring forth his special contribution. He reached for his hat with a sweeping gesture and dramatically freed his hair, shaking his head so the natural wavy deep red waves fell down and down and down to his waist. Instinctively he moved a handful of hair to the left and bent down once again to kiss Cindy.
She responded and brought her hand up to hold his head but found she was tangled in his hair.
“Oops, sorry,” he wrestled his tresses back.
She took off her blouse and he reached for a bra unhook but found himself fighting past his flowing hair to get to the hook.Hi I”m Bree LeMaire, in San Francisco and rewriting my first mystery story. As I look over my first drafts, I’m amazed at how my writing has evolved over the years. I worked as a nurse in a Children’s Psychiatric Hospital (in the 70’s) and my mystery revolves around that setting. It has been hard getting back into rewriting the book and I’m having problems getting going, so am looking forward to this forum as a prompt to begin that trek over old and new material. Keep thinking that I’d write better with Scrivener but that’s another mountain to climb over.
I love to read mysteries, especially good ones. I have a short attention span for long meandering tomes that don’t move along. Am also always happy to take on a good book. Just started Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey and it looks really good. Bought “Grey” recently and it’s slow going. Am not as enthralled with him as I was in fifty Shades.
I don’t have an MFA. It was a hard decision not to go back to school but working with Elizabeth has been so very rewarding and my writing is getting better all the time. Know that the secret is just to keep writing and being in the BWW classes brings that to fruition.
Oh I started writing when I worked as a research nurse doing HIV research and all my patients were dying.I used journaling as a way to deal with all the deaths. They got me started. A lot came out of those years of plague and my writing is one thing.
