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I’ve had a good day. How about you? I live in Savannah, Georgia, where it is sizzling hot right now, but I’m not complaining. I’d always rather be hot than cold. I went to the dermatologist today and she zapped some small precancerous spots on my face, arms, chest, and leg. I know I’ll look scabby by tomorrow. Oh well, better safe than sorry. She reminded me to keep applying the sunscreen. She took a look at the forms I filled out and commented, “So you’re a writer.  What do you write?” I told her fiction novels, essays, short stories, and poetry, and she got excited. She’s a writer and would like to retire and write books. I invited her to come to Zona Rosa, my writer’s group.

Zona Rosa is led by author, Rosemary Daniell, a writing workshop pro. Rosemary gives workshops all over the country and also foreign countries. We meet once a month. Rosemary shares writing and marketing tips and often has guest authors speak. She reads from our work, does critiques, and we critique one another’s work. I find the workshop evenings a small slice of heaven.

Finding a home for my novel, Tessa and Claudine, is a top priority right now. I’m working on my query letter and researching agents. I lost my only sister in a car accident, so this sister subject is close to my heart. Tessa and Claudine is a work of fiction, but I’ll admit it contains threads of emotional truth.

Sister Sharing: She Made Me a Deal I Could Not Refuse

Mother gave us enough allowance on weekends to go to the matinee on both Saturday and Sunday and also buy a candy bar. My older sister, Charlotte, wanted to go both days. Mother said we both had to go, or else we stayed home. Charlotte begged me to go. I said no I preferred to stay home. She went crazy. My sister, a social butterfly, loved to be on the go. Dreading the thought of staying home, she offered to pay my way into the theatre and also buy me a candy bar if I’d go to the Saturday matinee.

It was a deal I could not refuse. After putting my money safely into my dresser drawer, I went to the movies with her. The next weekend, we went through the same routine. She asked me to go. I said no. Once again, she offered to pay. I said okay and stashed my money in my drawer. This routine continued for the whole summer.

When we got older I laughed myself silly when she teased me about stockpiling my money. As the sister stories continue, you’ll discover that I did not always get the upper hand.

Come back for a visit soon.

All the best, Lisbeth