I guess you noticed my title for today. What is that all about? Don't worry. (Like you are.) I'm going to tell you. Edits have slowed me down with everything else. I'm slow enough at reading and writing as it is, so I'm way behind in reading novels and writing reviews. I will catch up, with time. For today, let's just have some fun. Okay?
In my recent novel, UNDER A PURPLE MOON, Murphy always brings sandwiches to the Old House for the teens to snack on, while they discuss the world's happenings, their lives in particular. The sandwiches are always peanut butter and strawberry jelly, Eden's favorite.
Excerpt from page 7:
He clicked off the flashlight, pulled a sandwich out of a sack and handed it to me: peanut butter and strawberry jelly. He always brought me the same, along with a can of soda. He cared whether I was hungry or not, which was more than I could say for my parents.
He didn't talk.
I didn't talk.
His shoulders relaxed. The tension in my middle eased. We were comfortable together. We met at school last year. He was a freshman, I a sophomore. A couple of boys had cornered Murphy by the lockers and were calling him nasty names. I remember how he ducked between the boys in an attempt to get past them. The bigger guy towered over Murphy by at least a foot. He grabbed Murphy's arm and slung him against the wall.
What happened next in Eden's memories?
So, what's your favorite snack? Is it a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? Or other?
And is there such a thing as a purple moon? Have you ever seen one?