When everything happens Out of the Blue…
Lt Cameron Cooper has been with the San Francisco Fire Department for fifteen years. He’s seen and dealt with a lot of horrifying situations. He’s always considered himself mentally tough, but when he attends a multi-vehicle accident and sees a dead boy with features remarkably similar to his long-time boyfriend, his mental health takes a hit.
All Jake Montgomery wants is to propose to his boyfriend on their ten-year anniversary. He’s already bought the perfect rings, but when Cameron struggles to look at him after a tragic accident, he has doubts about their future. Cam is withdrawing, and Jake doesn’t know why.
With heated arguments and cold shoulders, Cam and Jake’s life starts to fall apart. Just when Cam thinks he can overcome his issues and finally talk to Jake, memories from Jake’s past threaten to push them apart forever.
I kept wanting both Cameron and Jake to stop blaming each other and talk like adults to avoid so many of the problems they had. I was shocked they both let things spiral so far out of control and for as long as they did. Cameron was dealing with some serious issues because of his job. Yes, he should have taken Jake’s advice and gotten help far sooner than he did, and yes he should have recognized some of the signs because of what he does for a living far earlier than he did. But Jake should have been supportive of his partner. He planned on asking the guy to marry him, but wouldn’t force Cameron to listen to reason? I truly felt bad for Cameron once it sank in what his actions did to their relationship. But he needed the wake up call to get the help he needed. Jake just needed to get over it already. Holding on to that anger and hurt wasn’t helping. I liked that they finally talked and worked it all out which opened up better communication. Cameron “dating” Jake again was a great idea. There were times I didn’t think they were going to survive as a couple. They’re happy together at the end and had a solid “happily ever after” so that made me happy.
Three and a half
I asked RJ to tell us five things she can’t write without. Her list of things is pretty fun. Read and enjoy!
Wow, that’s a pretty hard task for a new author, and I know people are going to expect me to say coffee, but I won’t. I like coffee, I love coffee, but I don’t need it to write.
I’m going to go with the obvious one first. My laptop. I can’t write on anything else. I’ve tried the whole Jurassic way of pen and paper, but my penmanship is a bit like a doctor, to the point that toward the end, I have no idea what I’ve written. I have a Macbook, and I love it!
I need more or less clear head. If I have a lot going on with the EDJ or there’s something I need to take care of around the house, then I have to deal with that before sitting down to write. I heard the phrase “Do what you have to do, then you can do what you want to do,” (I think it was Morgan Freeman who said it?) and it resonated with me. I tell my kids this all the time, but they don’t pay that much attention.
I made a decision earlier this year that I won’t allow myself to write until I’ve taken the dog for a walk. The walks help clear my head and sort through which scene I need to write, and gives me and the woofa some much needed exercise. It doesn’t happen everyday, but I try.
Inspiration. (Probably should’ve been at the top of the list) But without it you have nothing and I’ve found inspiration can come in many forms. Out of the Blue came to me after I had a conversation with my best friend about something totally unrelated. Coincide that with a movie I was watching, starring Jake Gyllenhaal and I had a name for one of the main characters.
Finally, support. Especially from my hubby. He may not want to read what I write, or want to know anything about it, but if he didn’t support and encourage me, Out of the Blue would just be another file sitting on my laptop.
Thanks for having me today, Molly. I’ve really enjoyed it. 🙂
“Jake,” I called as I opened the apartment door. There was no answer, and I wondered if he was even home, though the living room and kitchen lights were on.
Jake stood by the window as he stared out into the black night, his back to me and phone in hand. I could see the tension in his lean frame.
“Hey, babe,” I said, trying to lighten the mood.
“I tried calling. I cooked dinner, but you didn’t answer your phone,” Jake said to the window, his tone quiet and neutral.
“Sorry, I got caught up talking to Kris. I did send a text. Sort of, anyway. I didn’t actually hit the Send button. I’m sorry,” I apologized again.
Jake faced me and I received the full force of his glare. I turned and placed my bag on the ground near the kitchen counter and bent down, pretending there was something in my bag I needed.
“Kris?” I could hear the unspoken question in his tone.
“Yes, he’s new at the station and suggested we have a beer after shift. I didn’t notice how late it was after we got caught up talking. I didn’t hear my phone.”
“How long has he been at the station?”
“A little while. Why?”
Jake looked as though he was weighing my response, but didn’t answer me. I had no idea what he thought.
As I stood and flicked through the mail on the counter, I could feel Jake’s eyes on me. “Have you eaten?” I asked.
“Yes.” There was no elaboration as I looked through the papers with more enthusiasm than I felt.
We were silent for a long minute and the tension between us thickened. My skin prickled as he marched past me, closing our bedroom door behind him.
My chest leaden, I walked to the window and looked out over the bay. I didn’t know what Jake saw when he was standing here, but I was pretty sure it wasn’t the lights of the city below. My guilt over the whole situation threatened to engulf me. I was helpless to stop this downward spiral that was tearing us apart, a ticking time bomb that waited for the detonation.
I knew I needed to give him some space before I went to bed, so I stayed at the window as I watched the play of lights over the water and wondered what to do.
The answer never came.
I started as a reader and eventually made the progression to reviewing. It wasn’t until two men pop into my thoughts, insisting on telling me their story that I started to write. It started with one scene. A hot and dirty one in the shower.
My initial thought was if I could write their scene then they’d shut up and allow me to concentrate on other aspects of my day. That shower scene was 3000 words long and three hours of work. But they didn’t shut up. They told me their entire story and I didn’t sleep for days. Sometimes I couldn’t keep up with what they were telling me and I had to keep a notebook by my bed.
Whilst I was writing their story a side character decided he needed his story told too. Then other characters followed suit.
You see the problem? If I ever want to sleep again then I need to write.
I’m a wife and a mother to two boys. Even my dog is a boy.
I am surrounded by males.
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