A boyfriend, Tracy? A bad profile? Good sense?
The ability to describe your Schmoopie Love in florid cliches. Your chump reserve stands in the way of greatness.
But I have an abhorrence to mawkishness, Tracy.
I’m sorry. Then you’ll never be able to craft sentences like Ruby McConnell.
When we finally fell in love, it was over that potato table — in one look, held so long and so hard that it stopped a teenage boy who was passing through the kitchen in his tracks. To this day, I can’t remember what triggered that look — but I do remember the way Paul staggered, nearly dropping his cup of coffee, and the way I held my hand to my throat, which had blushed so deeply it practically burned to the touch.
Your Fun Friday Challenge is to channel your Harlequin romance writer and make your own Schmoopie clickbait.
Describe a moment, a burning touch, a Sophie’s choice (my Schmoopie or adulting?), a longing look…
Who knows, maybe you’ll get it published.
It’s Vomit Friday!