Hello. Lindi here. Welcome to Inspy Romance 2019, where love and contemporary romance reside.
We’ve talked about so many things together in 2018. Series writings, character building, settings we all love, names for characters, occupations for our heros and heroines. We’ve talked about our personal lifes, loves and losses. It’s cool we can interact and become friends even though we are all over the world.
January is my birthday month and I’m a year older. Maybe wiser? Ha! We’ll see. I do love birthdays and celebrating them. This year I got to celebrate with 40K college aged students worshipping Jesus at the Passion 2019 conference.
No, they didn’t sing happy birthday to me, but Jesus did–through them.
Maybe my love of birthdays has inspired the novel I’m working on.
This novel centers around my heroine’s birthday. (You remember that heroine from last month where I felt God saying she drives an orange jeep? That girl!)
It’s actually a world where your birthday is a central part of your life. Not a self-centeredness, just central. Through a series of events she thinks her father has forgotten her birthday.
Actually, the week leading up to her birthday is nothing but turmoil. She has to put into action things she never thought she’d be dealing with and in the midst of it all she meets West Monroe.
This man seriously challenges her. Seriously makes her rethink her life’s scenario. Add in the tension of a tropical storm, her father’s wedding to a woman she barely knows, and my heroine’s world is falling apart around her.
During her birthday week.
A week that has always been special to her. A week she has treasured since she was eight years old when her mother uprooted her and moved her away from her father. A week she could always count on to nourish and refresh her.
But this year is different.
Excerpt from Birthday Girl.
But I come to the ocean the same week in September every year. The week of my birthday.
I always stay with Dad and we have such a great time. But this year, things are different. Dad has a woman living with him. Her name is Glory.
I should be happy. Dad’s been alone since we left all those years ago. And he tells me Glory likes him a lot. But the house is different. No T shirts draped across the back of the couch. No mismatched towels hanging lopsided in the bathroom.
No scent of Old Spice cologne lingering in the air.
Now the house smells like flowers and citrus.
I haven’t met Glory yet. I just arrived a couple of hours ago. Dad was at the house when I pulled into the familiar drive. While I took my suitcase to my room, he made us peanut butter and banana sandwiches, promising me a better dinner. Glory was cooking.
Since Dad was on his lunch break, we didn’t linger over our sandwiches, or memories. He asked how Mom was. I told him nothing had changed. When he went back to work at the marina he owns, I walked the couple of blocks to the ocean. My favorite place in the world.
Her favorite place, her favorite day, her favorite everything is about to be turned UPSIDE DOWN.
So I want to know–how do you feel about your birthday? Do you love it? Hate it? Do you celebrate! And this is more amazing as today is Dee Ann’s, birthday! Talk about best friend? The girl who was in the delivery room when my son was born? The girl who helped shape so much of who I am today? This is her! So let’s celebrate–and share!
To anyone who comments I’ll be giving away either a print or e version of 1 of my books–your choice!