Wednesday Writing IX

Well, it’s Wednesday. Time to add to our collaborative story.

I know there are a number of professional and amateur writers following or at least visiting this blog, so now’s you chance to contribute … and we can use your help! Especially from you girls! We really need a female perspective in the ways of life and love {we can keep it anonymous if you prefer}.

We started you off by introducing Samantha on her way home. When we last left her, she had just graduated from high school. The storyline thus far is on my blog, The first part is at Wednesday Writing III. The continuation is at Wednesday Writing VIII. Here’s where we left off.

… All I knew was I had to get out of here. Because of my grades, I could go just about anywhere, and was accepted at a number of major colleges. I chose the College of Mount Saint Vincent and its nursing program, although the sight of blood makes me sick. It was a case of trying to please everyone else but myself.
Dad, over Mom’s objections, brought me a red Mustang convertible for graduation and for my daily commute to The Bronx. It was my independence. Once I had those keys in my hands, I was never home. It was off with my girls, often ending up at the hot dog joint just to flirt with the guys.
The Fearsome Foursome were heading off in different directions. Bernie was going to school at Fairleigh Dickinson while Betty was headed to the sunshine at the University of Miami. Lynn was off to cosmetology school and the work place.
But we were solid during the summer. We all started working — I worked at the local bakery — but whenever we had the chance, it was off to the Jersey shore in our bikinis and cut off jeans. It was a staple of the summer, boy watching on the boardwalk at Seaside Heights and coyly teasing them.
Summer raced by too quickly and it was a tearful goodbye to Betty. I knew life was changing and never would be the same, but I was determined to savor every minute from here on …

There you go, readers. We still have to develop Samantha’s story. (Although we haven’t stated it yet, we’ll find out Samantha is 55 and her two children have finished college and are out on their own. She is also an occupational therapist.) How did she do in college? What’s next with her relationships, story? Again, girls, we can use your input! Dig back to your memory {or fantasy} of growing up as an 18-19 year old.

All you have to do is put down your thoughts and get them to me. You can post your ideas as comments on the blog – but remember everyone will see them, so the “surprise” factor might get lost – or you can e-mail me directly at Each Wednesday I will continue the story on the blog, along with that week’s attribution and periodically update Reveille/Between the Lakes readers. I hope we can have some fun with this.

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: I don’t know about you, but I have a hard enough time trying to run my own life without trying to run somebody else’s.

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I'm just an ordinary guy walking along the journey of life.
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