Recently I entered a writing contest at Bria’s site http://www.briaquinlan.com/ it was a
fantastic opportunity and very well run.
The competition is still going, so be sure to pop over and check it
out. (Thanks very much Bria.)
I’m very happy to say that I placed 8th! Only the first five passed on to the next
round, but receiving Honorable Mention in a large group of outstanding entries
is cause for celebration.
Bria asked us to post our full scene so mine is below. In the contest, we were only allowed to enter
our first 250 words so I’ll put ***250*** where that falls.
After the scene, I’ll post some thoughts on the process and why I’m so
proud of my entry. Some of you will
enjoy reading it but if not, this way you can just get to “the good part”. Please post comments; I’d love to hear your
thoughts. Please note: The formatting here is slightly different
than at the contest. This is the
preferred set up.
Jule sat at a
table on the patio south of the cafeteria, a myriad of things rushing through
her mind. Her five-word proclamation
kept coming to the forefront: "I
love you too, Vincent." Part of her
wondered how she could say the words, and another part demanded they were
true. Why should this be different from
other decisions she'd made? She took a paper and pen from her purse and drew a line down the
middle.
Cons:
There's
two of him.
"Or is
that a pro?"
He
might die.
Will
he be sane afterward?
A
junior, with no major.
Hasn't
made a serious move.
"Hey, a
girl has needs."
No direction in life.
His
family?
Pros:
There's
two of him.
"Fair's
fair, after all." She grinned.
Handsome
and well built.
Sexy
and doesn't know it.
"Which
is even sexier."
Intelligent.
Very
sensitive.
"Definitely
belongs here."
A
gentleman.
"Sometimes
too much of one." She grinned again. "Okay,
Jule, settle down."
Protective
Caring
Funny
He
loves me.
She stared at the last line. "At
a life and death moment like that, he took the time to tell me." Would he still feel the same if he knew
her past? Jule was comfortable with how
she lived her life and the choices she made, but she'd learned that male egos
are fragile. Even guys who claimed to be
“cool with whatever” soon left after discussing past relationships.
"Their
loss." She shook her head.
Vincent was special, obviously made of strong stuff.
***250*** "I hope he can handle
it...I hope he can handle me."
As she glanced up, she saw a pay phone.
"Hello, Reave residence."
"I have a collect call from Ms. Julie
Reave. Will you accept?"
"Yes, of course," Julie's mom replied.
"Hi, Mom."
"Hi, honey.
Is everything all right?"
"Yes, I didn't have change with me and wanted
to chat."
"Well, I'm glad you called."
Her mom asked all the required things: classes, homework, term papers, the new
computer lab, her tennis, Dad’s racing.
The whole time, Jule tried to think of a way to bring up the real
subject. It wasn't like she could say,
"Hey, Mom. I called because I
think I'm in love with a guy who's possessed.
That okay with you?" She
realized the line was quiet.
"Mom, you there?"
"Yes, I asked if anything was new."
"Actually, I am seeing a guy."
"Oh, that's nice, dear."
"No, I mean, I really like him."
"Well, good.
You've always dated...vigorously."
Julie knew her mom was being supportive about the
string of guys she had been involved with.
"I think this one is special, Mom."
"How so?"
"I think I might..." She looked toward the gym and saw Vinni come
around the corner. In that moment, her
indecision melted, her heart felt lighter, and she couldn't wait to be near
him.
"...Mom, I'm sorry I have to go, he's
coming. I'll call you."
Her mother chuckled at Julie's excitement. "Okay.
Oh, Julie, what's his name?"
"Vincent."
"Goodbye, honey."
"Bye, Mom."
Jule looked at the list, tore
it up and threw it in a nearby trashcan.
The pieces fluttered away like her doubts, as she hurried in breathless
excitement to the terraced steps. Vinni
trotted up the stairs and slowed as he approached her. She smiled, extending her arms toward
him. He stopped on the stair below her,
making their faces level, silently drinking in one another. Jule noticed the dark flecks in his blue
eyes. "Had they always been there?" At the same instant, they moved closer, their
lips softly and slowly meeting, savoring the moment, each heartbeat, every
emotion; the subtle nuances of who they were seemed to flow through that gentle
connection. With a contented sigh, Jule
drew away and Vinni turned toward the sunset.
She draped her arms around him, looking over his shoulder. He felt her breath against his cheek and
inhaled...her life and his own intertwining.
They stood, enveloped in the warmth of their love as the orange orb
crept toward the sea
Read on if you wish, and if you do please understand that I
am not in ANY way pissy about not making it.
Do I wish I had? You bet!
The contest was for “the best kiss” scene and I believe my
undoing was my romantic nature. I really
didn’t know I had one until I started writing.
After reading a scene I’d written I said to my wife, “This is just a
throbbing this or soft wet that away from a romance novel.”
She answered, “Of course, your very romantic.”
What? I am? It was news to me, but as I wrote more I
realized that (of course) she was correct.
I’m not saying the others weren’t romantic, but rather that I approached
a “great kiss” differently.
Of the entries that placed ahead of me, six of them included
a kiss and the seventh ended in a character asking for one. Mine on the other hand was still laying the
groundwork for the moment. To me, placing
where I did against those scenes is wonderfully satisfying. So, would I change it? Probably not and here’s why.
The scene is from my novel “Tearing the Shroud” and in the
context of the story shouldn’t be changed.
Even so, the romantic side of me, or how I approach it, wouldn’t want to
change it either. Why? Because while a passionate, demanding, lusty,
desperate, or whatever kiss is great and has its place, for me a truly great
kiss scene needs to be built up to. It
needs background, mental foreplay, a reason why the moment when their lips
connect is so vitally important. So,
were the other scenes “wrong”? Not at
all! They had great writing and made me
want to find out what happened next, and I applaud their work. They just took a different path. Having made my choice, and presented what I
did, eighth place feels pretty good.
I hope you enjoyed the scene, I know I did.
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