Ramona here, and after a rough month in August, September has been a month of new beginnings. I started a new job (teaching an American Lit class at a local college), finished a couple of major projects, and worked on the manuscript for the next Love Inspired Suspense.
I also renewed an old friendship, which has been an amazing joy. Sharon and I have been friends since high school, providing me with one of a dozen or more opportunities to be a bridesmaid. I started this long collection of one-time dresses at 19, in this red beauty, when my friend Denise married her sweetheart (and they are still together 33 years later).
I’m actually a good bridesmaid, just as I am a sidekick. With most of my friends, that’s what I do. Never the heroine, I’m the one who cracks the jokes, brings extra food, and occasionally points out the clue the hero just stepped over. Men think of me as a sister; woman love to confide in me.
This is OK, believe me. It’s a great position to be in for taking notes, finding fresh angles, and telling the tale around the campfire. After all, the heroine and hero are too classy to brag about their exploits. That’s for the bard, the sidekick. Like Mr. Gibbs to Captain Jack Sparrow, I’m the storyteller.
So pull up a log and gather ‘round the campfire. Starting next month, I’ll have a Field of Danger to tell you about . . .