The best Mother's Day gift? All weekend to write! No meals to prepare (except to fill the cat bowls!), sleep in (until 6:30!), Vitamin D therapy to plot (if it's sunny). Simple pleasures that mean a lot in a hectic life. Being a mom is hard work. Being a mom employed full-time outside the home is brutal work. Being a mom, employed full-time outside the home AND a writer . . . is not for sissies! I'm hoping to spend my Mom's Weekend at the computer with short breaks for the above guilty pleasures working to bring the sections of PRINCE OF FOOLS together (combining page 1 through Chapter 12 being written at home with later scenes created at work during lunch hour). I think I'm going to be surprised to find a hefty amount of the book to be done! While I'm doing that (and visiting with WWW blogs), I'm sharing a taste of motherhood as seen through the weary eyes of Amber James, my heroine from PRINCE OF FOOLS when she's confronted with determined parental course versus desirable dream.
“It’s time to get rid of the ghosts and start working on the flesh and blood, as in a certain really hot-blooded Terriot.”
Amber risked a glance toward the rowdy group, attention lingering on the square-jawed profile of the prince in question, confusion and longing bubbling up until the pressure grew too great to contain without spilling, "I’m out of my league with him, Mia, and I don't know if I'm doing the right thing . . . for either of us. If it was just me, I'd take the risk, but it isn't, and it won't be for a long time, so I have to think of my daughter first."
In soul-shredding confession, she admitted, “We're becoming this wonderful habit that's all friendship and family, warm fuzzies and restless nights, but I don't know if it'll ever become more, not when he's afraid to take the leap and I'm afraid of the fall."
"He'd make a perfect mate and father for you and your girl, you know that, don't you, so why don't you tell me what the real problem is?"
"The problem is me, not him. I never got the chance to be young and date and flirt with love, I went right from being a child to a mother so I don't know how I should feel. There are . . . are things he doesn't know, things that might change everything and I don't want to lose him!"
"I doubt there's anything you could tell him that would tarnish the way he looks at you and Evie."
Amber answered with a grim smile, because she knew there was.
What do you think poor lovelorn Amber should do? Seriously, tell me. I'm at that point of the book when she has to make a choice. But will she choose . . . wisely, from the head or from the pitter-pattering heart?
Happy Mom's Day to all those Moms, Grandmoms and Moms-to-be! And to all who aren't moms, take time to appreciate them!!
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