The hardest scene to write, the easiest scene to write, and the most rewritten scene in ALTC.This has to be one of THE most difficult blog posts to write. Not because I don’t know the answers, but because I have too many answers. But, I’m definitely going to give it a try! J
The hardest scene to write for me, was probably towards the end. The one moment where Abigail gets out of her car to go into school that one final time before she…wait…you didn’t think I’d actually tell you what happened, right? Let’s just say I pondered on that decision for a very long time. I didn’t want to put these two characters through any more trauma than I already had, but the timing for what was happening to them was not right at all. I also needed David to step up and finally be to Abigail what she’d always been to him. A hero. I do believe after that scene, he FINALLY got his stuff together.
The easiest scene to write will always be the prologue. I always had it in my head what happened the night David lost his leg, but nobody else did. Writing the words was like a breath of fresh air to me. I was like ‘yay, I finally get to tell the world the story I’ve been waiting to tell’.
The most rewritten scene (and I’m sure my editor could attest to this) would probably have to be the scene where David goes to work at the hospital with his friend JT. I wanted him to do something with his life, to make something of himself and not always be in his pity me state. I had no idea what that was though, until finally the picture of that little boy with one arm came into my head. But getting it to work into the storyline, without seeming like too much of a filler, was a lot of work. In the end though, I am extremely proud of how it all worked out. J
Abigail Orson has a problem. A love problem to be precise; and she has absolutely no idea how to go about fixing it.For years now, she has been chasing her best friend’s brother—demanding things from him that he’s never wanted to give. For one? A real relationship that surpasses well beyond that dreaded ‘just friends’ zone. You see, David Anderson is her idea of perfection to a T. The one and only guy who has ever had the ability to make her heart beat faster; make her toes curl with the simple blink of his long, girly lashes. But David is also a recovering amputee, and the only thing he really wants from Abigail is to be left alone. Abigail is a fighter though, and losing the one guy who has ruined her for every other is no longer an option.A guy with one leg who has lost his motivation to live—to love—to actually be a man. David believes he’s a waste of space. If only the beautiful girl of his unattainable dreams would get that through her perfect, blonde, stubborn head! He’s not the right guy for Abigail. He’ll never be worthy of what she deserves. However, staying away is almost impossible, especially when he’s just as in love with her as she is with him. But Abigail has a life ahead of her, one that’s definitely livable without a nineteen–year–old gimp like him holding her down. What makes her want to stick around is beyond questionable to David’s mind.Choices will be made. Lines will be drawn. And together, they will face challenges that nobody saw coming. David and Abigail may have had almost fourteen years to fall in love, but the thing is, timing and love have never exactly worked in their favor.It has been years in the making, and definitely A Long Time Coming for David and Abigail. Let’s hope they don’t screw it up before they actually have the chance to get it right…
She spun around, nibbling on her lip, grabbing both of his hands as she pulled him slowly along with her. Her eyes were so focused and shiny that he barely remembered his own name, let alone what he was about to say.
They made it to the edge of the floor, just as the tempo of the music slowed, to that of a seductive, rhythmic beat. She pulled his hands towards her, and he took that non–verbal command, wrapping his arms around her waist. His fingers knew just what to do, settling into the curves of her body right above her perfect ass. Those damn traitorous body parts had a mind of their own.
“I won’t let you fall…” she whispered in his ear, running her fingers through the back of his hair like a vixen who he wanted to steal away forever, only, though, so he could lock her up with him in the backseat of her car again.
Shit …it wasn’t the fear of falling that worried him. Oh no…it was the fear of never wanting to let her go again.
About the Author:
Midwestern native Heather Van Fleet lives in a small town on the Iowa/Illinois border. She’s a wife to her hubby--and high school sweet heart--Chris, as well as a mom to her three little girls, Kelsey, Emma and Bella. When she’s not obsessing over her fictional book characters, cooking dinner, or running around chasing her crazy kiddos, you can usually find her with her head stuck in her Kindle, sucking down White Chocolate Mochas like they're water.
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