By Debbie Kaufman
No matter how many times I count, “responsibility” is still not a four-letter-word. But, the more I develop Spring Fever, the more it seems like it should be!
I admit it. I have a slightly irresponsible urge right now. I want to go somewhere, do something, or, more to the point, do nothing.
But, I’m surrounded by the siren call of Responsibility – the five-year-old who just woke up, the fourteen-year-old who hasn’t woken up, and the husband who is about to be up. Oh, and the blog post that needs to be up!
Me, I’d rather pack a bag, put the top down on the car, and head out for parts unknown to have an adventure.
But that awful nag, Responsibility, reminds me that I can’t.
She – yes, I’m convinced Responsibility is a woman – reminds me that I have obligations.
She reminds me that others depend on me.
So, how do I balance Responsibility with the need for a little Spring Fling?
Books are my answer to Spring Fever. A fever that rages no matter what my current responsibility level is at any given moment.
Yesterday, I downloaded MS Reader, an application that I didn’t realize was free. Then, because of a post over on Stephanie Bond’s blog, I downloaded about 18 free books, courtesy of Harlequin’s 60th Anniversary.
If you haven’t taken advantage of Harlequin’s offer, please do. And head on over to Stephanie Bond’s blog and hit the link to download one of hers, too!
Spring versus Responsibility. I guess they can both win. As long as I have books.
And speaking of Responsibility, a fourteen-letter word by the way, it’s Thursday, and I’m supposed to share a snippet of my work. In this brief glimpse, Beth, my heroine, has just started cooking breakfast for Micah, her unexpected guest and former fiancee, while he is in the shower. Up to this point, she has successfully hidden him from her family, friends, and an unknown killer while he recuperates from a bullet wound.
Beth gathered Micah’s clothes from outside the bathroom door and tossed them in the washer. The day was only beginning and she was already tired. Her emotional drain needed a plug and she wasn’t sure where to find one.
Once the bed was made, she headed down the hall to the kitchen to start some breakfast. The knock on the front door startled her, causing her head to hit the cabinet door. One hand on her head and frying pan in the other, she straightened up and let out an expletive that would have made her mother blush. The sound of a key in the lock set off her own personal alarm bells. Her mother. Her mother was the only other one with a key to the cabin.
“Beth? Are my clothes dry yet?” Micah walked into the room, still damp from his shower.
Shit. Any other time the sight of that gorgeous, masculine body insufficiently wrapped in a towel would have been great. As it was, all Beth could do was hold her aching head and brace for impact as the front door opened.
I hope you enjoyed that quick glimpse. Now, I’m off to fix breakfast, get the kids to school, and do all that Responsibility requires of me today. Only, I’m going to do it with the top down on the car and a book nearby for a quick escape!