I love celebrations. They don’t have to be big events–I’ve found celebrating life’s little joys to be every bit as satisfying as celebrating the milestones. Not every event is champagne-worthy, although in the interest of full disclosure, I’ve popped the cork just because it’s Tuesday. The fact that it was Tuesday and I had champagne was reason enough to add some dark chocolate.
I can be relentlessly optimistic at times.
This will seem like a non sequitur, but bear with me. As a writer, I have to find ways to make my characters uncomfortable.
Mer Cavallo is the kind of woman who would much rather pull on a wetsuit than a business suit. I get it. In the Keys, getting dressed up means donning a new pair of flip flops. Maybe a skort. Formal attire requires a woman to wear a sundress and the guys to forgo their cargo shorts.
So what do I do? I send Mer to a gala.
Let that sink in. Mer, in a gown. And heels! Oh, but I’m not through! To make matters worse, she doesn’t have an invitation to this thousand-dollar-a-plate soirée. What she does have, however, is a driving need to talk to the keynote speaker.
I, on the other hand, have it a lot easier at the moment. I can still wear my flip flops (although the current Polar Express is testing my fortitude with temps dipping into the 30s) and I have a bottle of champagne chilling in the fridge. Next Wednesday I plan on popping that very same bottle. After all, if Tuesday deserves champagne, it follows that Wednesday should too. Plus, it’s launch day for Beached and honestly, this second reason leaves me downright giddy.
So please grab a glass and join me. Celebrations are even better when they are shared with friends!
Chapter 17 ~
The museum exhibit hall sparkled; with jewels, with crystal, with thousands of white lights winding like stars high above the heads of the hundreds glammed up for the festivities.