By
Cathy Brockman (Guest Blogger)
Have
you ever lived through an environmental or other tragedy? How did you
handle it?
With
so many of these happening lately like the Santa Ana Fires,
hurricanes, tornadoes, ice storms and floods in places they don’t
usually occur, this has been on my mind lately.
In
February of 2009 we were awakened by pops and snapping sounds.
Looking out the window was lie looking into a snow globe. Everything
was cover in ice and tree branches were breaking off blocking the
roads. It was both beautiful and scary. The power was off for one
week in our neighborhood, the water for two days. Others in the area
affected (it was a huge area affecting more towns, cities and
communities) weren't as lucky, some being out over a month.
What
does this have to do with writing? I deal with emotional pain or
stress by expelling it. I remove it from my mind by writing it down
on paper and trapping it in a story. Of course, I twist things up,
romanticize it, and make it less scary for me. If you don’t write
books you can always just write it in a journal.
Last
November a friend of mine sent me a link to anthology she thought I
might like subbing to. I was given the chance to send one of my
babies (I mean stories) into the world for all to see.
RJ
Scott was offering a few new MM authors the chance to join her and
some other established MM authors in an anthology called Love for All
Seasons. I was overjoyed when my story was accepted.
Here
is an excerpt from my story "Winter’s Chill". See if anything looks
familiar from above.
Lane
A
peculiar crackling noise yanks me from an arousing dream. After ten
long years I finally left my unfaithful boyfriend; dreams and fantasy
are all I have now. Since glimpsing my neighbor a few weeks ago, he
has been my one and only star.
Scrubbing
my hands over my blurry eyes, I notice the room is pitch black. Even
late at night, the skylight provides a shimmer from the street lamps.
A glance towards my blank alarm confirms that the power is out.
My
skin prickles from the chilly room and I wince when my feet hit the
frigid floor. Using the flashlight app on my phone, I locate my
slippers, robe, and head to the living room.
My
mouth drops at the sight framed in my big bay windows. I woke up in a
true to life snow globe. Or should I say ice globe? There are so many
icicles that my smaller fruit trees are sagging to the ground. It’s
the most beautiful, yet terrifying sight I’ve seen.
Luckily
having lived a decade in North Dakota, I’m used to surviving snowy
winters. I flip on the generator I had installed when I purchased the
house, then head back to the coffee pot. I need to go out and put
ice-melt on the porch and see if my neighbors need help.
My
patio has an awning, and I hope it kept the ice from building up by
the back door. With a few hard pushes, it gives. I can easily get to
the greenhouse shed where I store my shovels and de-ice supplies.
The
pile of snowmelt I stocked up on is easy to locate. When I purchased
the extra cases of water and bags of ice melt, my friends, especially
my sister, teased me.
I
load my little cart with a few bags and a snow shovel. After I get my
sidewalks and porch salted, I’ll see if my neighbors need help. I
imagine most aren’t prepared for ice.
After
I got my porches and sidewalks coated, I took a bag to my renter,
helped her hook up a portable generator. At my neighbor’s I raised
my hand to knock, chicken out. I dump the ice melt on the front and
back porches since I see him use the back more than the front. I am
freezing and exhausted.
All
I can think of is getting back inside for another cup of coffee and
some dry clothes. I’m unloading my cart and putting the empty sacks
in my trash receptacle when I hear an awful bang. Peering out of my
shop door, I see that darn pine limb laying on my back-porch roof.
I’ve
meant to ask Sherry if I could have it cut before she moved. It’s
not entirely severed, then BAM, the rest breaks loose and falls on
the other side of the fence smashing it. I swear I hear a muffled
yell.
As
I approach the backyard through the carport, I notice boots sticking
out. The branch is so wide it’s hard to get to where I see him. I
trek over the mess careful not to slip.
I
hold my breath hoping not to find him impaled or his skull smashed. I
exhale when I see his head is free. It is mostly a web of branches
splayed over him, encasing his shoulder and leg. There are so many
offshoots. I will have to cut part of them off to free him.
“Hey.
Can
you
speak?”
I
tenderly
touch
his
face
to
check
for
blood.
He
has
a
knit
beanie
on,
but
I
see
no
signs
of
bleeding.
Eyes
the
hue
of
new
jeans
flicker
open.
“Shit.
I’m
dead.”
I
chuckle.
“You’re
talking.
That’s
an
excellent
sign
you’re
alive.
We
need
to
get
you
out
from
under
this
tree
soon.
I
can’t
see
your
leg
or
any
of
your
body.
Can
you
tell
if
any
of
the
branches
pierced
you?”
I
need
information
before
calling
911.
“No,
I
don’t
think
so.
You’re
not
an
angel?”
Anthology
Contents
RJ
Scott - The Last Chance
V.L.
Locey - Brioche for Two -
Annabelle
Jacobs - Beach Boys
Chris
McHart - Favorite Flowers -
DJ
Jamison - Special Nights
Cathy
Brockman - Winter’s Chill
EJ
Smyth - Who do you love, My Valentine
CM
Valencourt - Sweeter than Honey
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About Cathy
Cathy loves her grandkids, cats, cooking and working to make her patio an outdoor haven. When she's not writing stories with sexy cowboys, strong women, and the small towns they live in she's probably working on expanding her doll collection, crafting, reading, or listening to audio books.
Cathy loves her grandkids, cats, cooking and working to make her patio an outdoor haven. When she's not writing stories with sexy cowboys, strong women, and the small towns they live in she's probably working on expanding her doll collection, crafting, reading, or listening to audio books.
I’m
giving away an ebook copy of the anthology to one lucky reader. Leave
a comment and tell me if you’ve ever lived through a tragedy and
how you dealt with it?
Cathy
Brockman
-
Winters
Chill
Follow the other authors
RJ
Scott
-
The
Last
Chance
www.rjscott.co.uk
|
rj [at] rjscott.co.uk
|
twitter.com/Rjscott_author
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instagram.com/rjscott_author
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bookbub.com/authors/rj-scott
|
pinterest.com/rjscottauthor
V.L.
Locey
-
Brioche
for
Two
-
http://tinyurl.com/ksul5rs
|
facebook.com/pages/VL-Locey/124405447678452
|
pinterest.com/vllocey
|
goodreads.com/author/show/5807700.V_L_Locey
|
http://thoughtsfromayodelinggoatherder.blogspot.com/
Annabelle
Jacobs
-
Beach
Boys
-
http://www.annabellejacobs.com
|
ajacobsfiction
[at]
gmail
[dot]
com
|
facebook.com/ajacobsfiction
|
bookbub.com/authors/annabelle-jacobs
|
Chris
McHart
-
Favorite
Flowers
-
https://chrismchart.com
|
ChrisMcHart
[at]
gmail
[dot]
com
|
facebook.com/profile.php?id=100008256641886
|
twitter.com/ChrisMchart
|
amazon.com/Chris-McHart/e/B00PDRNXP4
|
goodreads.com/author/show/9832555.Chris_McHart
|
https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/Chris2McHart
DJ
Jamison
-
Special
Nights
– authordjjamison
[at]
gmail
[dot]
com
|
bookbub.com/authors/dj-jamison
|
amazon.com/DJ-Jamison/e/B0141MML1S
|
goodreads.com/DJ_Jamison
|www.tinyurl.com/djandcompany
|facebook.com/AuthorDJJamison
|
http://www.readingdj.com
|
https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/DJjamison
EJ
Smyth
-
Who
do
you
love,
My
Valentine
-
www.ejsmythauthor.com
|
facebook.com/ejsmythauthor
|
twitter.com/ejsmythauthor
|
pinterest.com/ejsmythauthor
|https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/EJSmyth
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