Their Days: Sam & Erin’s Story #6

Thursday

 Sam

Hi, Erin, it was manic out here on Wednesday – we wrapped everything up at about 9 pm, then our Belgian colleagues found a restaurant for about twenty of us to literally take over – obligatory fillet steaks and pommes frites, and beer, and more beer, and… well, let’s just say I’m glad it’s a short flight home today. Blushing reveals a lot about you – your sensitivity, your barely hidden vulnerability, your ability to show emotions, and apparently those that blush make great lovers! I may not be blushing, but I’m certainly smiling as I sign off for now.

Erin

How do you do this, Sam? You talk to me as if we have known each other for years not just a couple of weeks and with a sore head too. Some of the things you say I’d feel uncomfortable about with anyone else, but somehow it seems alright with you. So you don’t blush? Well, I’ll have to see what I can do about that when you get back.

 

Friday

 Sam

I send my gifts to you as words:

Flowers, their fragile beauty incomparable to yours

A classic fragrance, subtle, heaven scent as you

Lingerie, sensual, your body to adorn

Chocolate, to brush your lips, to taste sublime within

My thoughts, stroked from my heart to yours.

 Happy Birthday, Erin, I wish I could give you more.

Erin

Oh my goodness, Sam, you’ve brought tears to my eyes. I’m so flattered and overwhelmed by your lovely words. I wish I were with you right now to show you how very grateful I am. How could a girl want more than you have given me? Thank you so much, I’m almost speechless. Things like this don’t happen to me.

 

 Saturday

Sam

Hi, Erin, just a quick one. I stayed at a friend’s last night, but I’m now back home to a pile of junk mail through my letterbox, a misnomer if ever there was one. Made me think back to my youth, and a teenage girlfriend I’d met on holiday. Her letters I remember most – she was the first girl to show feelings for me through her written words. Decades on, another world, and written words connect us too – pull us close enough to touch, to feel something inside.  Have a great night out with your friends – short skirts, low tops and killer heels, or have I got you wrong?

Erin

Your messages take me to another world. Each one shows me a bit more of you. I love it, I really do. If I tried to do the same mine would be rubbish next to yours. If that’s your quick one, Sam, I’m going to be a very lucky girl – and yes, we will be girly girls tonight!

 

Sunday

 Sam

Erin, you stir so many things in me, we have to meet and soon. Let’s try to sort something out for next week.

Erin

I know that we need to meet, and I want to, it’s not just a case of having to, okay? We just need to get the timing right and I’m sorry, but next week is not right for me. I can’t help it, I just have too much on. I had no idea we’d get this close this quick when we started this.

Sam

The thing is, Erin, and I’d thought you would have realised this, I’m only in the UK next week then I’ll be away for a while and won’t be able to keep in touch. Well, at least not on a site like this. Look, I’ll be in London on Tuesday. Why don’t we meet up at lunchtime, just a quick coffee if you like? It would be so good to see you before I go.

Erin

Excuse me, what kind of message is that? Just what am I supposed to have realised? You’re the one who needs to look, Sam, I’ve told you I can’t meet up with you next week. It feels to me as though you are trying to tell me what to do and I don’t like it. I think you are being very unfair pushing me like this.

Their Days: Sam & Erin’s Story #1

This is the first post of the revised and edited version of ‘Believing Sight Unseen: Their Days’ – written in message scenes, replacing previous posts in narrative/message format.

Early May

 

Sunday

Sam:

Sites like this are not my thing, yet somehow your photo appeared to me. By chance, by fate, I wouldn’t know. All I know is that as I go about my daily life my thoughts keep coming back to you. What can I say, other than you’ve captivated me – I just had to sign up, just had to say hello. I’m Sam and spellbound by your smile.

Erin:

Oh my goodness, do you really mean that? I’m Erin, by the way.

Sam:

Hello, Erin, l can’t quite believe you got in touch. I’ve not done anything like this before so I’ll just be me and write the way I feel. Is that alright with you?

Erin:

I like the way you write – it’s refreshing to chat to a guy who seems interested in me. Most men on here are only interested in one thing!

Sam:

There must be plenty of men who’ve been awed by your looks, your sensuality, your charms. I can’t imagine you ever having to try too hard, or being alone. You being here at all I just can’t think why. You’ll have your reasons, and I’ll not pry.

Erin:

I find that a lot of guys who would like to be with me are far too immature. I’ve always been attracted to the more intelligent male and I like older guys too as I feel I’m treated much better by them, though there are always exceptions to the rules. What about you?

Sam:

For me intelligence and looks only go so far, it’s who and how you are that really matters. You have something, you intrigue me, and if you don’t mind me saying, it sounds as if you’ve been let down a time or two? Men say they cannot help but be what they are, though some do try to be as women want, but I’ll not deny it isn’t always easy! Sorry, I’m probably talking too much?

Erin:

No, not at all. I don’t think you talk too much. I like reading what you have to say. It’s all so real and insightful, I feel as if I’m connecting with you and I’m enjoying it.

 

Monday

Sam:

I wonder how many lives your smile will light up today, how many pulses you will raise.  How many will stumble for words on speaking to you, asking how you are, how your evening was, wishing they had been with you. I’m smiling now, thinking all these things too.

Erin:

You have made me smile that’s for sure – I wish I could be that infectious!

Sam:

You’ll think this a strange thing for me to say, but I feel your presence. Where my thoughts go you go too – us walking bare foot in the grass, our feet anointed by the sea as we stroll along a beach, hands held beneath a sky of blue… I know, I know, too much, too soon… to think of you like this.

Erin:

You know how to give me butterflies, don’t you? I enjoy your thoughts – I have the same sorts of things running through my mind too, though I don’t have the words to capture them as you do.

EDC Writing – notes for my editor #1

Believing Sight Unseen

His and her stories written in message format

Have enough raw text for at least two distinct books using different pairs of characters – it’s just a matter of me sorting it!

 

Book One: Their Days – Sam & Erin’s Story

A May to September relationship – in terms of age gap and timeline.

Two characters Erin, age about 30; Sam, age about 50.

Interaction – predominately internet messaging – potential for email, phone text and ultimately dialogue.

Messages clearly defined as Sam or Erin – delineated by day starting on a Sunday in early May (contemporary, most of the raw messages were written in 2012 – 2014).

No formal chapters – time lined – Early May – Mid May – Late May and so on.

Expect to be novella length (~25,000 words of which ~ 11,000 edited to date)

Intention to be real and relatable – believable yet not predictable – to have readers feel for both Sam and Erin and want them to be together (despite or because of their flaws and misunderstandings).

An of today ‘will they – wont they’ story aiming to self-publish in June (July at the latest!)

Blogging ongoing edited story in ‘real time’ up until published – from today.

[Hi Esther – I need to send you this! Catch up tomorrow – Eric]