The Writing Challenge

Passionate Kisses

 

The Seven Link Challenge:

The wonderful Leah tagged me with the seven-link challenge. I pondered my response but I ask how does a writer pick? I have my favorites, but selecting which seven from ninety-five posts, is a lot like making the ultimate desert isle CD—near impossible.  Not to mention the posts not selected will get pissy with me and complain, no doubt torture would ensue. Still, acknowledgement by another requires recognition along with heartfelt thanks. Aside from deciding this, is my oft written about aliment, my right brain domination which dictates my creative pursuits, as well as my aversion to following rules. 
 
Instead, I decided to create a new blog honor and coined it the Lois Lane, aka the 10/20 award.  I’ve noticed there are rules associated with awards, and as Michael–author of  Thinking  In My Head–knows, I dislike rules of any kind. Instead, think pirate’s code—more of a guideline really.  
 
List ten loves and ten hates, followed by a short piece, which includes the use of your loves and hates. Passing along the Lois is optional. Factors to consider, the honor will not go viral on the web and worse, Oprah will not discover you, if you do not pass on or participate. This is your decision to make, so let your conscience be your guide.
 
Without further ado, the 10/20 Lois Lane:
 
 
LOVES:
  • Singer-songwriters
  • The color pink
  • Geeks with unusual intelligence
  • Un-trendy old-fashioned Bars with comfortable chairs with an undiscovered vocalist
  • Avila Beach
  • Bookstores
  • Passionate kisses
  • Recorded live concert CD's
  • Wearing new clothes on Mondays
  • Watching movies
 
HATES:
  • Liars
  • Passive-aggressive plastic people who are arrogant without reason
  • Smog
  • Guilt
  • Bad food
  • Chit-chat
  • One size fits all
  • Not understanding fate or the why of things
  • Being sensitive and empathic of others (fine print: amazing trait, but comes with price tag)
  • Saying good bye
 
The short:
 
Lila choked on the smog in Los Angeles every time she drove her pink caddie down the 101. She hated LA almost as much as she disliked the plastic people, bad food, and mind-numbing conversations she'd be forced to have after the interviews that followed the book signings in the bookstores scattered around the City. It's not as if she considered LA a real city with all its one size fits all personalities who were more comfortable spewing lie after lie in the dribble that substituted for a hearty conversation. In LA, it was all chitchat and bullet point conversations in over lit bars with new-age singers who couldn't sing, let alone write a verse of lyrics.
Yeah, she would hate it, but Mimi Sparks, her agent, had threatened her within an inch of a three-consecutive-book deal, that if she didn't get her ass on the road and out of her house in Avila, she'd be ghost writing memoirs for dried and washed-up Hollywood has beens for the rest of her days.
 
"Lila, I'm not bullshitting you this time. You're hot property in LA these days, take it and run with it now. I promise you your fame won't last. Next year when you're yesterday's news, and no one remembers your name, you and that Birkenstock-wearing-geeky-lover of yours can sit smugly in your pink house watching movies. Until then your ass belongs to me."
 
"I don’t see what their fascination with me is. It's a book. It’s not the Bible, and I'm not Moses."
"Passionate Kisses, is the next big thing. Julia Roberts didn't hesitate signing the contract. She called me before she finished the book and had me send over the contract. Go with it. You won't ever have to write another thing. You and the rocket scientist genius lover of yours can travel across the globe sipping martinis in bars and listening to those pathetic 'he has done me wrong songs' by those lounge-acts you love, while enjoying your fat bank account and living off the interest you'll be earning for the sale of this one bloody book. "
 
Mimi had a point. Lila shut up and agreed to be in LA by noon the following day. Leaving Louis behind wasn't easy and filled her with guilt. She hated good-byes, even the little ones. She left him at dawn after a sleepless night. Louis was one of those things she didn't understand. The man road into her life and turned the world she had made for herself upside down and redefined what it meant to be alive. He wasn't her breath, but he made her heart beat. Passionate Kisses came from some hidden part of her that only he had the key too. At first, it had scared the hell out of her, and she ran away, but it was too late. He had already slipped into her bone marrow. It was those things she would never understand so she stopped wondering and slipped in a CD by Mary Chapin Carpenter—one of her cherished singer-songwriters—and braced herself for the days ahead.

 

The challenge, take the award, link back and ask your readers to do the same.

How do you handle fame?

 

(Thanks again, Leah.  And a side note, if you haven't visited Michael's Thinking in My Head, stop by and visit.)

13 Responses to : The Writing Challenge

  1. Brenda, I love that you change challenges to suit you. You always come up with something better. :)

  2. This is really awesome. I have to say that I also hate being sensitive and empathetic. Sounds weird, because empathy is a good thing, and more people need it in this world, but it makes me crazy. I find myself feeling for everyone in every situation and it takes a toll. Anyway, I enjoyed your story, and even though I don't really get the contest thingy (I'm exhausted and it's been a hell of a week), I think you did a great job. :-)

  3. Debra says:

    Love The Short 😉 Charming story on handling fame.
    The right brain, if it is to coexist with the left, has got to give! I’ve always heard that opposites attract. But while the RB just wants to have fun and create, the LB wants to get on with business and make a living. Shall ever the twain meet? They should just marry and live happily ever after, don’t you think? Or am I being too idealistic?

  4. leahsinger says:

    Thanks for the link back, Brenda! I like your new award. Will have to see what I come up with.

  5. June O'Hara says:

    So adept at putting your own special twist on things….it's always fun to see what you'll come up with next.

    My boyfriend points out that I'm an expert in both love and hate. "I LOVE this!" I say about a beautiful painting, a spicy jalapeno crab dip or a top I find at a yard sale, Or, conversely, "I HATE that!" , which refers to everything I don't love (which is a lot). Middle ground items are limited to guinea pigs, flourless cakes and Rod Stewart.

    I suspect I'd be considered an extremist among the "normals" out there.

  6. "He wasn't her breath, but he made her heart beat. "
    Brenda, Everything you write is magical, musical, & makes me say MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. xxx

  7. aig63 says:

    Wow. Great piece – your writing inspiries me. He had already slipped into her bone marrow. Love that! Y'know, I've never been to LA….someday… but I do love singer-songwriters ( I recently bought Age of Miracles by Mary Chapin Carpenter) too.

  8. beverlydiehl says:

    Love this – though, of course, ALL Angelenos are not plastic people. Will have to write something next week on this idear.

  9. Bella says:

    I love the rebel in you, woman! Isn’t it fun to break the rules and march to the beat of our own drum! I love your new take and award. And I loved reading your hates and likes even more. Put me down as a lover of pink and a hater for one size fits all. One size fits all? Really? I mean, really? I don’t think manufacturers have seen the size of my ass. If this had been the case, this label would’ve never been produced! :)

  10. beverlydiehl says:

    My stab at a "Lois Lane" is finally up. http://bit.ly/ri4aNT then write a story around them. Mine is full of snark, rainbows, and cat puke. Plus info about a Kindle giveaway.

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