The geography of break-ups, ConAudioTour countdown, and some introductions

I spent Saturday night eating delicious food, smoking sheesha, and playing with words with some of my writer tribe, and it was so good. I’ve been so focused on specific projects and RESULTS lately that I’ve forgotten how to… you know. Play with words.

So that’s what I did all of Saturday night, and it was glorious.

Here’s one of the pieces I wrote, in its untouched shitty first draft form:

GEOGRAPHY OF BREAK-UPS

I’ve used this line before in a story—when you lose lovers, you lose geography. “That’s so confusing,” she said. I tried to explain again—changing the verb. “When you change lovers, you change geography,” I said. “Do you understand? I no longer go to that cafe, because it’s where I used to go with him. She no longer comes into this neighbourhood—but she used to be here once, twice a week… but I was the only that brought her there.”

Her face fell.

“So which one of us gets this restaurant?” she said.

I laughed.

“Are we breaking up already?”

She frowned.

“Of course not,” she said. “But when we do…”

I laughed.

“If we do,” she corrected herself.

But we both knew it was too late, and tears danced in the corners of her eyes as my mouth curved down then up.

“Everything is temporary,” I said. Making her feel better or worse? It was, after all her slip.

She poked at her food. Then looked at me.

“You get the restaurant,” I said.

It didn’t cheer her up.

We lasted three more weeks… and six more restaurants.

There was another one she liked better. I let her have it.

And I kept this one.

So, what is this piece? Nothing and everything. It’s writing practice. It’s 200 words written in a breath–in this particular case, I suggested that we “sprint” until the restaurant’s host brought our sheesha and snacks–to a timer. Without break or pause. It’s the equivalent of a musician’s scales, an artist’s sketches, an athlete’s work-out session in the gym.

Parts of it might end up in a future work. Maybe. I rather like the idea  of that question–“So which one of us gets this restaurant?”–being the beginning of an end of a relationship. Don’t you?

Or, it might never go anywhere. It doesn’t have to. Its sole purpose is… that I wrote it. It’s my writing stretch. My skill building.

And also… my play.

I’ve been crazy, crazy busy this summer working on several projects, specifically, planning the Audio Book Blog Tour of Consequences!

I’ve got details galore and the full schedule about it here: Consequences Audio Tour–and we start in… two weeks! Two weeks!

Squee!

BTW, the audiobook doesn’t release until late November/early December, so this whole tour offers you the opportunity to LISTEN to Consequences for FREE weeks and weeks before it’s available for sale. So mark your calendars–we begin on September 25–and get ready to tour around some fantastic blogs with me.

While we’re getting ready, I’d like to introduce you to my fabulous hosts. There are 48 of them (Consequences has 48 chapters, and each blog is hosting one FULL audio chapter), so we’re going to break this up over a few days!

Today, please meet the first 10 hosts:

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And that’s all for today, kittens.

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ttyl (& very soon)!

mjanecolette

 

About mjanecolette

Writer. Reader. Angster. Reformed Bohemian (not). Author of the erotic romance Tell Me, the erotic tragedy (with a happy ending) Consequences (of defensive adultery), and the rom-com (she's versatile) Cherry Pie Cure, as well as the non-fiction collection of essays Rough Draft Confessions: not a guide to writing and selling erotica and romance but full of inside inside anyway. Coming in 2018: Text Me, Cupid, a steamy romance in four episodes. Current WiPs: Queer Christmas in Cowtown, Jewel of the Not-So-Spectacular Boobs, All In the Cards, and Un-Valentine. Yes, working on four projects simultaneously is a spectacularly bad idea.

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