Writing is like being able to put life into a snow globe. It takes the things that are too big and scary and reduces them into a form that I can put away when I want and look at from a distance. It also takes all that’s good in life and captures it into something I can take out when I want and look at close up and keep forever. It makes the bad things into something I can hold…and the good things into something I can hold onto. Both help so much that I need that little souvenir of life.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Book Blurb Friday #53

Book Blurb Friday is a wonderful meme from our Southern Hostess-with-the-Mostest, Lisa Ricard Claro of Writing in the Buff. The challenge is to use the picture provided in order to “write a book jacket blurb (150 words or less) so enticing that potential readers would feel compelled to buy the book.” I am late this week because the storms that passed through were not exactly kind, and the resulting power loss left me without a computer. Or a backyard fence.

But others have it much, much worse, so am sending my best to all those who’ve suffered as a result of those storms.

Today’s blurb has 150 words.

~Tea with Miss Nabbity~

Lunden Tate was in trouble. At 18, she’d crossed the country in order to follow a man who promised to make her a famous model. Now here she was with nothing.

Miss Florence Nabbity of Wildwood Bed and Breakfast had a place for her to live and work…if Lunden could stand to live in the middle of nowhere with a woman in her sixties. Lunden had been searching for excitement. What on earth did she have in common with this woman?

Not much, it turned out. Because Miss Nabbity’s life had been far beyond anything Lunden ever could have imagined. She began looking forward to her afternoon tea with Miss Nabbity.

“Is this you in the picture, Miss Nabbity? Dancing topless?”

“Well…yes, sweetie,” she shrugged, sipping her Pomegranate Antioxidant. “I never should have done that.”

“Taken your shirt off?”

“No, dropped that much acid. But that’s how Woodstock was….”

And maybe one day, when the kids go to college and I get a divorce, I’ll embark on a journey someplace to which JetBlue does not fly. I will get a job as a foreign correspondent, wear hiking boots and a tan vest with many pockets. There will be others of my kind, smart-talking women, and probably, hopefully, men with English accents, and we will sit up at night in foreign hotel bars, drinking whiskey and trading outrageous anecdotes. Oh, the stories I’ll tell. ~Cynthia Kaplan, Leave the Building Quicikly


  1. I'd love to read more about Lunden's Miss Nabbity. But, until it is published, I might just have to look for Cynthia Kaplan's book.
    Meanwhile, thanks for your comment on my BBF, even though I almost choked when I got to the part about Juan Carlos.

  2. How do you come up with the delightful names? You sure took me by surprise with this one :)

  3. Tammy, this is great! It is so true that youth think there is nothing under the wrinkles of the old.

    You can go anywhere with this and tell so many smaller stories within the novel.

    Go for it!

    Hey, I'm sorry that the storms messed with you, Tammy, and am glad that you are okay.


  4. Ms. Nabbity sounds like a real card, and someone I'd love to share tea with myself! Love your blurb, as always. You're so creative.

    Sorry you lost your fence and power, but glad that was the end of it. We had hellacious storms all night, and there were tornadoes in other parts of the county, but we fared okay. No downed trees or fallen limbs, either, so we came out of it all completely unscathed. I feel so awful, though, for the many folks who didn't.

  5. An homage to the sixties! Love it.

    BTW, what a great quote. Sounds like a writer I'd enjoy reading.

    Critter Alley

  6. Thanks, all, and Kay, I hope I didn't horrify you too much! I was just trying to think of a more pleasant fate for your character...! :)


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