Time for the Insecure Writers’ Support Group. Join us at Alex Cavanaugh’s blog.
Thank you to our co-hosts: Jacqui Murray, Lisa Buie-Collard, Sarah Foster, Natalie Aguirre, and Shannon Lawrence!
This month finds me still tinkering with my new site/blog. I’m grateful to Kassiah Faul for helping me choose a WordPress theme called Dara, which allows a larger cover image but still maintains the two columns that I like.
This month’s question: Other than the obvious holiday traditions, have you ever included any personal or family traditions/customs in your writing?
My family enjoys competition in many forms. My older sisters started competitive swimming and recruited me to join the team at age eight. When they were in 9th grade, they both left the sport to pursue theater and other interests, but I was the sucker who stayed with swimming through college (and added in volleyball for good measure.) My writing has featured many different athletic pursuits that began in my family.
But sports aren’t the only games my family and friends play. We love euchre, a popular Midwest card game. My best friend, Gwynn, and I took on two older football players in college, and when we emerged victorious, one guy told Gwynn that she was “the worst winner ever.” She tends to gloat. 😉
Here’s an excerpt from my sports romance, Blocked, featuring a euchre game between Dane/Lucia and two female Secret Service agents, China and Allison:
Lucia and I were up six-five when it was my turn to deal. I hid my grimace as I looked at the hand I’d dealt myself. Total crap. To my left, China passed, and I waited to see if Lucia would pass or instruct me to pick up the top card of the blind.
She frowned at her cards for a long moment from across the table. “Pass?”
“You don’t want to order me up?”
“Table talk’s beneath you, Dane,” China said.
She thought I’d hinted that I wanted the card in my crapola hand? No way. “I’m just making sure Lucia knows what she’s doing.”
Lucia nodded, and this time her voice was stronger. “I do want to pass.”
Allison passed too, meaning it was my decision if I wanted to call trump. I slapped the card face down on the blind. Now China had the option of naming trump, but she passed again. I looked at Lucia, who smiled deviously. “I want to go alone. Trump is hearts.”
My mouth dropped open. “Are you sure?”
China hissed.
“I’m not trying to table talk.” I held out my hands. “But Luz, you know that means I don’t play this hand, right? You’re on your own.”
“That is implied with the term ‘alone’, yes.” Her eyes glimmered.
Whoa. Her sudden confidence stoked a fire in my belly. I set my cards face down on the table and crossed my arms over my chest, grinning like an idiota.
China led with an ace of clubs, which Lucia promptly trumped with a ten of hearts. That put her in the lead, and she won the next three tricks. My heart pulsed with excitement as she held her last card in her hand, her eyes darting back and forth from China to Allison. If Lucia won the last trick, we earned four points and won the game. If she lost, we only earned one point.
Lucia closed her eyes, and I heard a muttered prayer in Spanish. Then she set down her king of spades. Allison frowned as she played her king of diamonds—Lucia’s card beat hers. China’s eyes narrowed. Her queen of spades wasn’t good enough to beat Lucia’s king.
Lucia gasped as she looked up at me, her mouth open wide with joy.
“Hell, yeah!” I bolted out of my chair and initiated a victory dance. “We got a loner! We win ten-five, baby!” I sloped and shimmied my right shoulder, then my left, and snapped my fingers, mixing in some hip-hop moves Josh had taught me.
Lucia’s giggle drew my attention back to the table. I ignored China’s murderous scowl and grabbed Lucia’s hand, yanking her up to dance with me.
“You got a loner your first time playing?” I marveled. “You’re even better than Josh!” I jabbed my finger at the agents. “Eat that, Secret Service!”
Lucia’s cheeks flushed as she laughed at my moves. “You’re the worst winner, ever.”
“Isn’t it awesome?”
Her smile was so bright, so pretty. “I guess.”
I must be more like your sisters, since I played softball when I was little but gave up after 7th grade, lol.
Nice excerpt!
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You were smart to get out, Sarah! 😀 Thank you.
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My daughter was a swimmer in middle school and high school. Awesome that you incorporated a card game you played with your family in a story.
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What did your daughter swim, Natalie? I swam individual medley and breaststroke.
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I was never competitive (except with myself), that was my sister’s job. Her wall was covered in first and second place ribbons. 🙂
Anna from elements of emaginette
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My competitiveness gets a little intense sometimes, Anna. What activity did your sister do?
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All kinds of sports and she is friggin smart too.
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She sounds like someone to look up to! ❤
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You have several traditions to choose from! How great that is.
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Thanks for stopping by, C. Lee!
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I’ve never heard of that game. We love card games – I’ll have to watch a video on how to play so we can try it.
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It’s the best if you get two decks of cards going, shuffling one while dealing another. That makes euchre even faster and more fun!
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Fun post! I’m not all that competitive when it comes to games. I like to play, and I like to win, but I’m okay if I don’t.
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That sounds like an ideal balance, Madeline.
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games are the best! and my family is very competitive =)
and your excerpt was fun – love young flirtations…
and wanted to say thanks for stopping by my Beast World campaign at Alex’s
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Thank you, Tara!
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Thank you Jennifer for this very interesting family tradition. Euchre, still not clear on the rules. We played crib with our grandmother, and Tammy with our German friends. Writing and reading enables us to learn new things everyday … Have an inspiring writing month and good blogging. Stay safe.
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It’s great to learn from writers, Susan!
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Wish I could post your sale; doesn’t work north of the USA border. I’m thinking positive, especially since I participated in an EFT session. It moved a major chunk of my paranoia out of my mind and heart. I’m wondering if when this is over that many of us will see life a little differently; maybe appreciate some of the smaller things, like just going out for a cup of coffee with a friend. That’s what I miss the most. Blessings
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I agree that we will look at the small things differently, appreciating them more, at least right after this is over. Blessings to you, Judy!
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