Weekend Writing Warriors #42!

Hellooooo, friends! Happy Sunday to one and all! Hope you've had a great week! It's time to get to know my hero a little better in today's excerpt from Nutcases.

Here's the premise: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc. 

And here's the excerpt, continuing from where we left off: 

“Impressive.”

His Nutella-colored eyes swept over her from head to toe and back again. “I’ll say,” he murmured. 

Her cheeks burned under his frank perusal. “Oh, please, come in,” she said, stepping aside, watching the long, lean, fedora-wearing professor enter her home like he belonged there.

He took off his hat and placed it on the counter. Brown hair flopped free, nearly covering his eyes. She cocked her head to the side, grinning at how boyish the hairstyle made him.

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Life in Ottawa has been so much better than I ever imagined. At the end of my second week of teaching here, I've already landed a long-term position at the same high school that took my teaching virginity, and I couldn't be happier! I'm teaching Grade 9 and Grade 10/11 Girls' Phys-Ed. When I told the girls on Friday that I was going to be their new teacher, they all clapped and cheered for me. Best. Feeling. Ever. I've never felt more at home in a place so far from home. All that's left to do now is celebrate! :) Wishing you all a spectacular week ahead! 

Weekend Writing Warriors #41!

Heya, peeps! How's everyone doing out there? Welcome back to my blog for another excerpt from Nutcases! Today you finally get to meet my hero! :)

Here's the premise: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc. 

And here's the excerpt, continuing from where we left off: 

Peering through the frosted glass, her eyes widened. He was tall, and wearing a hat, if she wasn’t mistaken. One of those old fedoras that had recently made a comeback. She pulled open the door and smiled. “A whole seven minutes early,” she said, breathless.

“Woulda been eight if you’d opened the door a little sooner.” He had a scrumptious southern accent on top of the deep voice--a Georgia boy, born and raised. The one-two punch smacked her right in the lady parts. 

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Well, this past week I taught for the very first time as a real, certified teacher and it was one of the most incredible experiences of my life! Not only did I connect with the students, I connected with staff, principals, vice principals, secretaries, and even janitors! It's been such a rewarding week for me. It couldn't have gone better, and it confirms without a doubt that I'm in the right field. I'm in the right place. This is the job for me. Happiest girl in the world ---> *points to self* Wishing you all a wonderful week! :)

Weekend Writing Warriors #40!

Howdy, folks! Happy Sunday! I'm sharing another excerpt from Nutcases today, so let's get crackin'!

Here's the premise: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc. 

And here's the excerpt, continuing from where we left off: 
The front door buzzed. “Oh shit.” Tucking her hair behind her ears, she made a beeline for the rope ladder. Elevators were too hoity-toity, a reverse slide would have been overkill, and stairs were just plain boring. Another buzz. Another heart tremor. The ladder led to the only other trap door in her home, located in the kitchen pantry. She climbed out, dusted herself off, and took a shaky breath before hurrying to the door. 

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My life has been crazy busy as of late, and the last few days have been especially nutty. I'm all moved in to my new home in Ottawa, Ontario, thanks in large part to my parents. They helped me pack, drove hours and hours to get here to help me unpack, build furniture, buy me food and celebratory champagne, and visit half a dozen stores so I could buy every household item known to mankind. But I'm here now, and I'm so pumped because I start teaching next week! Wish me luck! :) Hope you all have a fabulous day/week!

Weekend Writing Warriors #39!

Hi folks! Welcome back to my place! :) I'm sharing another excerpt from Nutcases today, continuing from where we left off. 

But first, here's the premise!

It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc. 

And heeeere's the excerpt!

Her lips curved into a smile as she paused to examine Hologram-Clark one last time before Real-Clark arrived. So attractive. So distinguished looking. With a swift click of a button, the image on the screen morphed into a three-dimensional waterfall. So unsatisfying.

On a lark she’d sent Clark an email, hoping he’d eventually respond. To her delight, he replied a mere twenty minutes later and invited her to call him at home that evening. Now, weeks later, he was coming to her home. 

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Well, I've had a very eventful week. I signed a one-year lease for a two-bedroom condo in Ottawa, I bought one of those...mobile devices (I actually sent my very first text message on it the other day), and now I'm packing up my life and gearing up to move 4 hours away from home. I will always refer to my parents' house as home. No matter where I go, or where I end up, I'll be chanting like Dorothy, "There's no place like home, there's no place like home...." Thankfully my new place is really nice, in a fab location, and ready and waiting for me to move in. Wishing you all a wonderful week! :)