So that's why today, F is for friendship. I have stayed away from talking about myself or my book so far in this hop, mainly because I only have one book to talk about, and most everything has already been said, or will be soon on my upcoming #SatSpanks posts.
But then I got to F, and who knows what I had originally planned, because friendship has been the only word in my head all day.
I have to say, I have amazing friends, and about 20 of them know about my book, and rushed to Amazon to buy it the day they came out, although, I'm not entirely certain they truly knew what they were getting into. 5 or 6 of them are probably reading this post. I have old friends and new friends but I have a lot of life-long friends. That's probably why characters such as Beth Anne and Mollie came so easily to me.
I had a LOT of fun writing Beth Anne and Mollie. Those two knew just how to get under each others skin without going to far, but when push came to shove, their friendship would win out, and they would rush to the other ones defense. One of my original beta readers struggled with the fact that they ultimately made up, and saw Beth Anne as a little bit of a villain. It bothered me, but anyone who has had a friendship as deep as theirs knows that sometimes making up really is that easy, and that it hurts more to live without each other than it does to forgive each other.
When I think of my best friends, 4 come to mind, one I have known for 29 years, one for 25, and two for 18. In case your wondering, I'm only in my early 30's so these really are lifelong friendships. Each of these friendships has their own value and story, and the one I am closes to, is actually one of the 18 year friendships. My bestie, as I usually call her, pretty much is Beth Anne to the letter. I didn't plan it that way, it just happened, and truthfully, the biggest comparisons happened during the editing phase.
Bestie is Beth Anne. She's her in looks, in manner, in education, in hobbies, and even down to the food sensitivities and privacy issues.
And I am Mollie, in looks, in personality, in insecurities, in manner, and down to my deep love for sushi.
In case you're wondering, Ben is nobody. I have no idea where he came from. Bestie and I have never fought over the same guy, EVER. But, oh have we fought. Boy have we. And we know just where to hit, and we know just how to make up. We've been through a lot, SO MUCH, especially in the past 5 years, that has made us stronger than ever, and that's what I like to think happens for Beth Anne and Mollie. That this will be that thing that they get through together that makes them realize how unbreakable their friendship really is.
If there is anyone out there that hasn't yet read this book, and Has NO IDEA what I am talking about-- Here's an excerpt:
Beth Anne perused the offerings on the table. There was a chicken broccoli casserole topped with a golden cracker crust, a beautiful spinach salad with oranges, cranberries, avocados and glazed pecans, and buttery crescent rolls made from scratch.
Mollie had indeed out done herself. The rolls were about the only thing Beth Anne could eat without getting sick or causing herself serious discomfort and unpleasant side effects.
She wasn’t going to let Mollie see her get upset, however. She would have to be careful, and she would most definitely end up looking like a picky eater, but she would do her best to ensure that Mollie didn’t get the satisfaction of her emotions getting the best of her.
She dished herself a generous helping of salad, and a small spoonful of casserole and got to work on her plate, doing what was necessary to make it edible.
First, she carefully picked the pecans out of her salad before adding her dressing. Beth Anne had a mild tree nut allergy, and Mollie was well aware of that fact, but Mollie had been careful. By putting the nuts in a salad where Beth Anne could easily pick them out, she had sent a clear message without the risk of causing irreparable harm. While some people would have a severe allergic reaction just from eating things that had even come in contact with the nuts, Beth Anne would be fine, although she may have to excuse herself to the bathroom to sneak one of the Benadryl tablets she kept in her purse.
The casserole was a creamy concoction of chicken, broccoli and rice topped with a crunchy Ritz cracker topping. It too was carefully chosen and executed to send a clear message. Beth Anne had food sensitivities, and had never been able to eat broccoli without it causing her extreme nausea and excruciating stomach pains. Mollie knew that too.
She pushed the broccoli aside with her fork and began to eat slowly and deliberately, focusing on the conversation around her.
Ben was asking about the wedding, “How many bridesmaids will you have Beth Anne? I counted seven, is that right?”
“Six,” she corrected him. “I have six sisters.”
“I know that. I was counting Mollie. You still want her to be in our wedding, right? I mean, you were in our wedding—I just figured—I mean, it would be nice,” Ben stammered, looking between them uneasily as if he had just realized he had brought up a taboo subject. Men could be so clueless sometimes thought Beth Anne, meeting Mollie’s gaze across the table.
Truthfully, she wasn’t opposed to the idea of having Mollie in her wedding. It was what they had always planned on after all, but one glance at Mollie’s cloudy face showed exactly how she felt about that idea.