Today I’m excited to welcome Denise Jaden, author of the debut novel Losing Faith. Here’s her breakup story:
Break-ups are never fun, but I do have one story that still makes me laugh. (And I’ll be SO embarrassed if my ex ever reads this, so the names have been changed for MY protection!)
When I was sixteen, I dated a guy named…Steve, for a short time. We met at a campground where a whole group of us teenagers met up regularly. We’d been dating for a couple of weeks, and I was excited for the coming week, because I would be staying with my aunt in Vancouver, where Steve happened to live, and I would get to see him regularly.
Steve met me on Monday after my summer acting school practice on Granville Island. I could tell something was wrong when I first saw him by the way he wouldn’t meet my eye. But when challenged, he just said we’d talk about it later. Well, have you ever successfully put something like that off with a sixteen-year-old girl? Yeah, I didn’t think so.
So I kept pushing him and begging him to tell me now, and finally, as we walked across the Granville Street Bridge, he did. Apparently, this girl he’d liked FOREVER had just broken up with her boyfriend. He wasn’t about to cheat on me, but he also wasn’t about to let this Sonja girl get away either. So he knew he had to tell me.
Now, to be honest, I was sad. I did like the guy quite a bit. But it HADonly been two weeks, so I wasn’t heartbroken or anything. I decided to give Steve a hard time anyway. I told him I was so upset I was going to jump off the bridge.
Yes, I did say that.
But I eventually let him off the hook…just in time to reach downtown Vancouver where Red Sonja happened to be the movie playing in Every Single Theatre. So yeah, I gave Steve a hard time about that too.
To round off our day, a photographer from one of Vancouver’s biggest newspapers, The Province, approached us on the street. Would you believe he was photographing Vancouver’s Happiest Couples that day and wanted to take our picture?
No lie. Happiest couple, we were not, but we did have a great laugh over the whole thing – and I eventually promised Steve I wouldn’t jump off any bridges.
About Losing Faith:
When Brie’s sister, Faith, dies in a fall from a cliff, Brie’s world falls apart. As she goes through the bizarre and devastating process of mourning the sister she never understood, Brie must also contend with increasingly distant parents, her boyfriend’s betrayal, and her sudden outcast status at school. And once she’s over the initial shock of Faith’s death, Brie is encountering more questions than closure. Certain facts about the way Faith died just don’t line up. She soon uncovers Faith’s role in a dark and twisted religious cult…a cult that now wants Brie as a member. On sale – September 7, 2010 from Simon Pulse. Find out more at www.denisejaden.com (Seriously, check it out–she’s giving away lots & lots of fun prizes!!!!)
Today I’m excited to host Saundra Mitchell, author of Shadowed Summer (now in paperback). To win a copy of your own, please leave a comment. Here’s Saundra:
I’ve always wanted to be a real drama queen, but I never worked up the nerve. Sure, I might think about throwing myself on somebody’s casket, or standing up to be the one who speaks now at the wedding, instead of forever holding my peace. But the sheepish, shyish weight of my personality made sure those thoughts stayed in my head–or on the page.
All of my break-ups- some inevitable, some absolutely explosive- became part of Shadowed Summer’s Nan Burkett. She’s an attention-hound of the first sort- drinking spiked lemonade in the middle of the day, wearing eye-catching clothes- and showing up to her longtime ex-boyfriend’s funeral decked out in full widow gear.
Now, I do wonder what happened to my first love from time to time. And I admit, occasionally, I trawl the Internet, trying to figure out where he ended up.
I’m happy and settled – but my inner-Nan carries a Havisham torch. She’d definitely stand in a torrential downpour, holding a boombox above her head, trying to get his attention. Fortunately, she only lives on paper, and I’m doing just fine.
First love, wherever you are- I promise, you’re safe.
To read more about Saundra see her Guest Nose post here. You can also buy your own copy of Shadowed Summer at Amazon or Indiebound. Or you can win a copy!
To win Shadowed Summer by Saundra Mitchell,
please leave a comment and your contact info by midnight, Tuesday, July 6, 2010.
Please welcome Shari Maurer, debut author of Change of Heart. Leave a comment about her breakup story, and you may win a copy of her book! Here’s Shari:
When I was eighteen, I was up at sleepaway camp, thrilled to be together with my boyfriend after spending most of the school year in different states. We had waited all year for camp and were enjoying our summer.
Until he tore his meniscus, cartilage in his knee, and needed to go home for surgery. A misplaced soccer kick had ruined all of our plans. I moped around camp while back at home he was having his knee repaired. My boyfriend was not to be deterred and didn’t want to blow our time together, so a few days after the surgery, he came back to camp with a cast from his ankle to his waist. Like a trouper, he crutched around camp, trying to supervise his campers and trying to hang out with me as much as possible.
I thought everything was great until we had a day off and went to Albany with a group of fellow counselors. My boyfriend was a little grumpy, but I chalked it up to the discomfort from the giant cast. During a quiet moment in the trip, the two of us were walking separately from the group and I asked him what was up. With tears in his eyes, he told me he was horribly jealous of all the guys I had been hanging with while he was away (yes, you read earlier that I was miserable the whole time he was away—there was no flirting and hooking up with anyone, only pining for him). He couldn’t get past this jealousy and wanted to break up with me.
What?!! He wanted to break up with me because he liked me so much he was jealous of other guys? What kind of warped logic was that? I burst into tears and told him there was no way I was letting him break up with me, giving him a deep, long kiss that had to have made my intentions clear.
Every once in a while, I’ll turn to him as we’re sitting on the couch in our house, watching our three kids running around, and remind him he almost blew it!
Aw… Aren’t they cute?!? Thanks for the happy ending Shari!
More about Change of Heart When you’re 16 years old, it never occurs to you that you might die. Emmi Miller’s got a fabulous life. She has tons of friends, does great in school and is an all-star soccer player who played in Europe last summer. It even looks like Sam Hunter, a totally cute baseball player, might be interested in her. And then she gets a virus. No biggy, right? Until the virus goes to her heart and weakens it so much that, without a transplant, Emmi will die.
Will Emmi get a heart in time? Is Sam too good to be true? What about her new friend Abe, who has also had a transplant and guides her through these scary times — is he just being supportive or is there more going on between them? And will Emmi realize it before it’s too late?
More About Shari Shari Maurer’s life has always been full of “heart.” Married to a cardiologist, she is the co-author of The Parent’s Guide to Children’s Congenital Heart Defects. After graduating from Duke University and NYU, she spent six years at the Children’s Television Workshop (now Sesame Workshop) working on International versions of Sesame Street and other kids’ programs. Shari lives in New City, New York, with her husband, Mat, and their children, Lissie, Josh, and Eric. Change of Heart is her first young adult novel. www.sharimaurer.com
To win your own copy of Shari’s novel, please leave a comment by midnight, Tuesday, June 22, 2010.
Today I’m happy to welcome Jeri Smith-Ready, author of Shade. To win your own copy, please leave comment. Here’s Jeri’s breakup story:
I tried writing several breakup stories, but looking back, most of my relationships make me sound either feeble or evil.
Like my first boyfriend, a high school dropout who shoplifted my birthday gifts, ridiculed my virginity, and eventually wandered off in search of fresh prey.Or Boyfriend #5, who left me for Jesus.Or Boyfriends 2, 3, 6, 7, and 8, whom I left for, well, in most cases, the next number on the list.
If you can count, you’ll notice I omitted Boyfriend #4.For privacy’s sake, let’s call him “Dude,” because that’s what he called everyone else.Dude was a skateboarder back before skateboarding was cool—in fact, I’m pretty sure we singlehandedly kept it from being cool.Dude collected more styling products in one year than I have had in my entire life.
Dude dumped me about an hour before I was going to dump him.(With breakups, as with comedy, timing is everything.)I’d felt so guilty about wanting to leave him, thinking I would ruin his summer, that I’d been extra sweet and attentive, calling him every day during break.Looking back, this behavior probably drove him away that much faster.Oh well.
When sophomore year started two months later, Dude and I were inseparable friends, with none of the bickering and baggage that had plagued our former relationship.This really confused the people we hung out with, who assumed we were secretly hooking up.
Nope.We had just discovered that we liked each other better this way.Plus, Dude did wonders for my hair.
More About Jeri Smith-Ready
Jeri Smith-Ready has been writing fiction since the night she had her first double espresso. She holds a master’s degree in environmental policy and lives in Maryland with her husband, two cats, and the world’s goofiest greyhound. www.jerismithready.com
More About Shade
Love ties them together. Death can’t tear them apart.
Best. Birthday. Ever. At least, it was supposed to be. With Logan’s band playing a critical gig and Aura’s plans for an intimate after-party, Aura knows it will be the most memorable night of her boyfriend’s life. She never thought it would be his last.
Logan’s sudden death leaves Aura devastated. He’s gone.
Well, sort of.
Like everyone born after the Shift, Aura can see and hear ghosts. This mysterious ability has always been annoying, and Aura had wanted nothing more than to figure out why the Shift happened so she can undo it. But not with Logan’s violet-hued spirit still hanging around. Because dead Logan is almost as real as ever. Almost.
It doesn’t help that Aura’s new friend Zachary is so understanding–and so very alive. His support means more to Aura than she cares to admit.
As Aura’s relationships with the dead and the living grow ever complicated, so do her feelings for Logan and Zachary. Each holds a piece of Aura’s heart…and clues to the secret of the Shift.
To win your own copy of Shade, please leave a comment by midnight, Tuesday, June 15, 2010.
Today I’m happy to welcome Kristina McBride, author of the debut novel The Tension of Opposites. Leave a comment to win a copy!
10 Essentials to Surviving a Break-Up (according to Kristina McBride, that is):
10. A weekend of mourning where you allow yourself to wallow in snot, tears, and complete misery.
9. A comfy pair of PJ’s to shuffle around in during said weekend of mourning.
8.Pounds of chocolate. Pick your poison: M&M’s, Hershey Kisses, Hershey Bar. Just eat it.
7.Three tear-jerking girl flicks and a few boxes of Kleenex. Cry it out. It’ll be good for you.
6.Some time with your BFF. Her main goal should be to get you to laugh out loud at least five times.
5. More chocolate (Fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies or iced brownies might be good at this point.).
4. A shoebox to hide away all your memories; you’re officially forbidden from having them on display. If an item doesn’t fit in the shoebox, pitch it.
3. A little more chocolate (Maybe start formulating your new work-out routine while you eat this batch. Don’t ever allow a man to affect your figure!).
2. A few deep breaths.
1. A plan to move on. Maybe you should write a list of all the ways you can get the attention of that cute guy you’ve always wanted to kiss. Or maybe it’s time you sign up for that pottery class you’ve always wanted to take. The point here is that it’s time to do something for you. So go on, drag yourself off the couch and get started. Because once your weekend of mourning is over, it’s time for you to forget about it, even if you have to force thoughts of him from your mind with some kind of ancient water torture. Show him how much better off you are without him. You might not believe that right away, but in time, you totally will. (And some day you’ll get a good laugh when you look through the contents of that shoebox, wondering to yourself, “What did I see in that freak, anyway?”)
More About The Tension Of Opposites:
It’s been two years since Noelle disappeared. Two years since her bike was discovered, sprawled on a sidewalk. Two years of silence, of worry, of fear.
For those two long years, her best friend Tessa has waited, living her own life in a state of suspended animation. Because how can she allow herself to enjoy a normal high school life if Noelle can’t? How dare she have other friends, go to dances, date boys, without knowing what happened to the girl she thought she would share everything with?
And then one day, someone calls Noelle’s house. She’s alive.
A haunting psychological thriller taken straight from the headlines, The Tension of Opposites is a striking debut that explores the emotional aftermath of a kidnapping on the victim, and on the people she left behind.
More About Kristina:
Kristina McBride has dreamed of being a published author since she was a child and lived across the street from a library. After graduating with a bachelor’s in English Education, Kristina taught high school English for eight years. In 2005, just after having her first child and completing her Master’s in Education, Kristina decided to quit teaching and take a crack at her dream. Kristina lives in Centerville, Ohio with her husband and two young children, stealing as many moments as she can to write, write, write. Read more at: www.kristinamcbride.com
To win your own copy of The Tension of Opposites tell me one of your breakup essentials (it’s okay if you borrow one of Kristina’s).
Today I’m excited to welcome Janet Fox, author of the debut novel, Faithful. I just started reading it–and I’m hooked! If you want a chance to win your own copy, please leave a comment below.
Janet’s Breakup Story:
My worst breakup was my own dumb fault. I had a steady guy in high school that I really connected with – he was tall, dark, handsome, and smart. When he was a senior and I was a junior I broke up with him, just because I wanted to date other guys for a while. I regretted it so fast; but by then he’d been so hurt he not only moved on, he wouldn’t even look my way. Ouch!
Years later we reconnected. I was thrilled until he dumped me. Double ouch.
Years after that, he had a heart attack and died very young. I still feel terrible – like there’s unfinished business out there. Even though I’ve married my true love (and yes, he’s tall, dark, handsome and smart), I think sadly about Mike from time to time.
Janet Fox currently lives in College Station, Texas, with her husband and high-school age son. But her heart is in Montana, where the family has a cabin in the mountains not far from Yellowstone. Her work has appeared in Highlights for Children and Spider magazine; her non-fiction middle grade, Get Organized Without Losing It (Free Spirit Publishing, 2006), continues to be a top seller. She is an MFA student at Vermont College of Fine Arts, and an ARA for BV-SCBWI. She is currently working on a sequel to Faithful, in addition to several other projects.
More About Faithful:
In 1904Margaret Bennet has it all – money, position, and an elegant family home in Newport, Rhode Island. But just as she is to enter society, her mother ruins everything, first with public displays, and finally by disappearing. Maggie’s confusion and loss are compounded when her father drags her to Yellowstone National Park, where he informs her that they will remain. At first Maggie’s only desire is to return to Newport. But the mystical beauty of the Yellowstone landscape, and the presence of young Tom Rowland, a boy unlike the others she has known, conspire to change Maggie from a spoiled girl willing to be constrained by society to a free-thinking and brave young woman living in a romantic landscape at the threshold of a new century.
Please leave a comment by midnight on Monday, May 31, 2010 to win a copy of Faithful.
Please join me in welcoming author Chris Eboch’s take on breaking up. I’m also giving away her books so leave a comment!
The very words “breakup” suggests destruction, separation, loss. But sometimes a breakup is actually a renewal, a rebuilding. My best friend is a former boyfriend. The romantic relationship didn’t work out, but once we acknowledged that, we could get back to the intellectual and emotional bond that had brought us together. The breakup also allowed us to move forward and find new romantic partners, new satisfying relationships.
In publishing, I got “orphaned” when the editor of my new Haunted series got fired. Most writers treat this as a tragedy, but I thought, Maybe he’ll land somewhere else, and I’ll have a new contact at a different house. In fact, he started his own literary agency, and asked me to be a client. I hope this new relationship will work out well for both of us, as the connection shifts but doesn’t sever. Every breakup is a chance to rebuild, to figure out what you really want and where you belong.
Chris Eboch’s middle grade Haunted series follows a brother and sister who travel with their parents’ ghost hunter TV show. The kids try to help the ghosts, while keeping their activities secret from meddling grownups. The Haunted series includes The Ghost on the Stairs, The Riverboat Phantom and The Knight in the Shadows. Find out more at: www.chriseboch.com
To win all three books in the Haunted series, please leave a comment by Wednesday, April 21, 2010.
Today Stacey Jay, author of the hilarious Megan Berry zombie series, shares one of her personal breakup stories. To win copies of the first two books in the series, leave a comment. Now here’s Stacey:
BREAKING UP IS HARD TO DO. FOR REAL.
Despite the fact that I was an “early bloomer”–I was the weird girl who was 5’6” and wearing a bra in fourth grade and developing inappropriate crushes on all my camp counselors by sixth–I didn’t go on my first real date until I was sixteen. I was shy and had been raised by old-fashioned southern parents who insisted that girls did NOT call boys on the phone and ask them out. EVER. So I had to wait and wait and wait…until a boy finally called me.
The boy ended up being one of my early crushes. He was a year older and a great swimmer. I’d seen him in his swim team trunks once when I was in fifth grade and teased him for wearing girl panties for months. I’d thought he was cute and was doing the girl equivalent of pulling his pig tails, I guess. I don’t know! I was just awkward. I realized it was a bad call after awhile, but it was already too late.
As a result of the girl panties teasing, he would barely speak to me for years. Years. And he made sure I knew how very lame I was every time I dared speak up at our church youth group. I’d never regretted opening my mouth so much and learned to keep it closed more often, to stop making jokes because I obviously wasn’t very good at it. I was positive this boy hated me.
So you can imagine my shock when, come the beginning of my sophomore year, he started flirting and eventually called and asked me out. Even after our first kiss–my first real kiss EVER–I still had the vague suspicion that he was making fun of me, getting back at me for all the girl panties crap from years before. It wasn’t until our third or fourth date that I finally realized this was for real. I was dating my old crush! It was amazing. He was so sweet and fun and cute. It was great…until it wasn’t anymore.
There wasn’t any one thing that was “wrong” with the boy. He was great, I felt lucky to be dating him…but we didn’t quite connect the way I’d hoped we would. I’d also started to wonder what else was out there. My girlfriends all had a handful of ex boyfriends and I was sixteen and a half and still dating my first kiss. I started to wonder what other kisses were like…I started to look at other boys with an eye to “what if?”
Finally, around time for Christmas break, I broke up with him. I can’t recall now what my exact logic was, only that I was tired of the pressure of being half of a “couple”. I wanted to go out with my friends and be unattached and free. Despite my ingrained good manners and the fact that I’d tried my best not to deliberately hurt anyone before, I broke up with him one day after school without much preparation or planning or worry. I think a part of it was my own insecurity. Deep down I assumed that he couldn’t really like me that much, that I wasn’t that interesting and there was probably someone else he’d rather be with.
It was only when I saw the look on his face…how devastated he was…that I realized I’d made a huge, dumb mistake. I still knew that I didn’t want to stay together, but I deeply regretted the casualness with which I’d broken the news. I went home and cried for hours. I remember bawling to my mom that “I hadn’t understood it was such a big deal.” She was great. She didn’t judge me, she just said, “well, now you do, and you’ll be more careful next time.” And I was. After that, I did my best to do some careful evaluation and be honest about my feelings. I tried to date boys who I guessed had the same level of interest that I had–whether that was casual dating or something more.
I still broke up with other boys–and had a WHOLE lot of boys break up with me (which I found easier for some reason)–but that first break-up was the only time I ever took the decision lightly. Because breaking up is hard. For real.
Just because you don’t have a pulse doesn’t mean you can’t be perky.
One second, freshman Karen Vera’s on top of the most fabulous cheer pyramid ever. The next, she’s lying on the pavement with seriously unflattering cranial damage. Freakishly alive without a pulse, Karen learns that she’s a genetically undead zombie.
Suddenly, Karen’s non-life is an epic disaster. She’s forced to attend a boarding school for the “death-challenged,” her roommate is a hateful wannabe-Goth weirdo, and she’s chowing down on animal brains every day to prevent rot (um, ew?). Even worse, someone is attacking students and harvesting their brains for a forbidden dark ritual. And it might be the hottest guy at DEAD High, the one who makes Karen’s non-beating heart flutter!
Armed with a perky smile and killer fashion sense, it’s up to Karen to track down the brain snatcher and save her fellow students from certain zombie death. Buy the books on Amazon.
Stacey Jay is a workaholic with three pen names, and a sick sense of humor. She loves creepies, crawlies, and of course, romance. What would a zombie novel–or any novel–be without kisses that make your toes tingle? Stacey has been a full time writer since 2005 and can’t think of anything she’d rather be doing. Her former careers include theatre performer, professional dancer, poorly paid C-movie actress, bartender, and waiter. To find out more about Stacey: http://www.staceyjay.com
To win the first two books in the series, please leave a comment by midnight (that’s for you zombies), March 14, 2010.
Here’s a great breakup story from Bobbie Pyron, debut author of The Ring. Leave a comment and win a signed copy!
It wasn’t the first time I’d slashed someone’s tires. I sat hunched beside one of his back rear tires and flicked open my Swiss Army Knife. I pushed the point against the rubber, took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
This was my first time in Mill Creek Canyon since he’d broken up with me back in the fall. He’d said those four putrid words, “I need some space.” Those words were quickly followed by that equally putrid, useless phrase, “It’s not you, it’s me. You’re great.” Right. I sat beside him on the muddy bank of a stream in Mill Creek Canyon, every word he uttered to the sky a knife in my heart. The words to a Christine Lavin song looped over and over in my head. If you want space, move to Utah… And here we were. I couldn’t breath and every part of me was flying away in a million little pieces.
Of course, I should have seen it coming. I’d spent the last six months of our one-year-old relationship convincing him he could indeed love someone other than himself. He’d call me at work and have these long, rambling discussions with himself about how he was probably incapable of love. I’d grit my teeth, twist and untwist the phone cord and calmly, rationally point out to him all the ways he had shown love. We’d eventually hang up, the relationship in tact. It was like talking a jumper off the roof. Still, he often declared to me and his friends that he wanted to go live in the wilderness with no contact with the modern world in a house the size of a storage shed. Kind of like the Unibomber.
So after we broke up, I went into therapy and stayed away from Mill Creek Canyon. I missed the brilliant changing of the aspen leaves and the long winter of skiing the canyon road. Staying away from it like staying away from the best part of my self.
Instead, I sat on my therapist’s couch once a week and cried. I wrote poetry, some bad some not too bad. I dreamed violent dreams, disturbing dreams. My therapist particularly liked the one in which I was some kind of wild canid—wolf, or fox, or coyote—who broke into his house, disemboweled his prized leather couch and peed on his bed. She said I was making progress.
Now the summer sun warmed my back as I sat hunched behind his rear left tire. I’d finally decided it was time to reclaim that canyon that meant so much to me. I was finally strong enough. So of course, life being the comical thing that it is, his car was in the parking lot of my favorite Mill Creek trailhead. I about choked the life out of my steering wheel as I sat there staring at his car and saying over and over, “damn, damn, damn.” I felt the familiar beginnings of a major anxiety attack coming on.
My dog yipped, pawed at the car door to get out. She was so happy to be back in the canyon—our canyon!
I scanned the trails from the parking lot. He could be anywhere up there. He’d probably been coming and going in this canyon for months without a thought, without memory as a knife in the heart.
I placed the point of my knife against the rubber of his tire. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Centering my weight behind my knife hand and locking my arms, I pushed. The knife went into the almost-bald tires easy as sliced bread. He’d always been a cheap SOB. Air escaped the tire with a satisfying hiss. I performed the same ritual on one of the front tires, then whistled up my dog, and got back in the car.
As we drove down canyon for a different trailhead, I thought about how satisfying that hiss had been. Almost as good as peeing on his bed. I didn’t know when his tires would actually deflate. It might take two hours or two days. It didn’t matter. I’d left my mark. The canyon was mine again. It wasn’t the first time I’d slashed someone’s tires, but it would be the last.
About Bobbie Pyron
Bobbie lives and writes in Park City, Utah. She’s the author of The Ring (Westside Books) as well as the middle-grade novel A Dog’s Way Home (Katherine Tegen Books, Spring 2011). Find out more at: www.bobbiepyron.com.
If you’d like to win a signed copy of The Ring by Bobbie Pyron, tell me whether you could ever get angry enough at an ex to slash his or her tires. Contest ends Wednesday, January 20th and is open to anyone, anywhere in the world. Please leave your contact information.
If you’re in Utah, Bobbie and I will be signing books Saturday, January 17th at the Murray Barnes & Noble.
Welcome to my new feature: break up stories. My main character in Swoon At Your Own Risk has a problem collecting ex-boyfriends so all throughout 2010, I’ll be hosting guest authors, various kinds of professionals, and others who have experienced a breakup.
Today I’m excited to introduce debut author Alexandra Diaz. Her first novel, Of All The Stupid Things (EgmontUSA), has just hit the shelves. Leave a comment below and enter to win a copy!
Here’s what Alexandra has to say about breaking up:
While some people might have great stories about one break up or another, in my experience there are two kinds of breaks ups.
The first one starts off with me assuming that everything is going fine. I enjoy his company, he seems to enjoy mine. But then he stops calling. Or doesn’t return my calls. The paranoid side of me wonders what I did wrong and checks to makes sure everything is ok. His silent treatment continues and I get frustrated and angry. I scream in my head that if he wants me, he can make the effort to contact me himself. He never does and eventually I take the hint that I’ve been dumped by the silent treatment.
The second kind of break up is often a mutual decision, though more often then not suggested by him, because we’re moving apart personally, emotionally, or geographically. These are the breaks ups where we end up as friends, or at least that’s the plan. I find myself hoping he moves on quickly because the break up is more painful than I anticipated though I know getting back together is not the solution.
It’s always hard finding myself in these situations, after all no one like rejection even if it is a mutual or necessary decision. I just have to keep reminding myself that the break up is ultimately for the best, but also accept that things might take some time, and that’s ok too.
More About Alexandra:
Alexandra Diaz is a Cuban-American spending her time between Bath, England, Santa Fe, NM, and the rest of the world. She has an MA in Writing for Young People and has led various workshops since she was fourteen. As a result of being homeschooled for most of high school, she’s fascinated by teenage school life and the drama that occurs in those quarters. One of the reasons she writes is to experience life in someone else’s shoes. She is a “jenny of all trades” having worked as a nanny, teacher, film extra, tour guide, and dairy goat judge (seriously) among several other jobs. In addition to traversing the world, she enjoys hiking, swing dancing, and the prospect of flying. Find out more at: www.alexandra-diaz.com
When a rumor starts circulating that Tara’s boyfriend has been with one of the guy cheerleaders, the innuendo doesn’t just hurt Tara. It marks the beginning of the end for three lifelong friends. Tara’s training for a marathon, but also running from her fear of abandonment from her father. Whitney Blaire seems to have everything, but an empty mansion and absentee parents leave her looking for her own value in the wrong places. And Pinkie has a compulsive need to mother everyone to make up for the mama she’s never stopped missing. Then the new girl arrives in school and Tara starts to feel things she’s never felt for before for a girl. Can the girls’ friendship survive when all the rules have changed?
To win a copy Of All The Stupid Things leave a comment. The contest is open to anyone in the world, but it closes on Wednesday, January 13, 2010 (please leave contact info).
If you have your own breakup story you’d like to share, email me at sydneysalter AT mac DOT com.