Welcome back to Weekly at Vivi’s! For February, the Authors coming by had the choice between St. Valentine’s (of course), or, if they ever had a Groundhog Day situation.
My first guest for this month is D.V. Stone, so let’s see what she tells us.
by D. V. Stone
Happy February! Well Punxsutawney Phil didn’t see his shadow on Sunday, so the prognostication is for an early spring. I certainly hope so. This girl needs to load up the RV and get camping. Spring is something we all look forward to. It’s a season where we think of possibilities. Coincidently someone asked me if I had a day I wanted to live over and over like Ground Hog Day. After much thought I came up with no.
Some might say their wedding day, or maybe the day their child was laid in their arms but instead I answered, “I don’t think I’d want to. Each day is a revelation of itself. I think life would lose much if we got a do over.”
One of my favorite lines from Rock House Grill is from a minor character named John. Aden who was injured in a car accident was laying in the hospital wallowing when John came in. They had quite a deep conversation that all boiled down to this.
“Circumstances change us. We can curse them and let them control us. Or, we allow whatever happens to make us better.”
In the movie Ground Hog day, Bill Murray lived the same day over and over. He went low, then began to change into a better person. That’s the movies. I believe life is a marathon of one day following another. The past is over and done, for better or worse. The present only lasts a moment. It’s the future we all need to look at. Even when bad things happen, and they do. Life is a series of choices. Read John’s words one more time. What choice are you going to make? The future lays before you.
May you find joy, happiness, and hope. I’ll leave you with the words of one of my very good friends. Instead of saying goodbye, she says, “Make good choices.”
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D.V Stone is the Author of Fantasy, Paranormal and Contemporary tales. Hope is the central theme of all my writing. Hope for love. Hope to overcome.
Born in Brooklyn, NY I’ve moved around spent time on a dairy farm in Minnesota before moving back east. My career has been varied and taken me from an EMT to working in hospital emergency rooms and then in a woman’s state prison. For a few years I took a break from medical and became the owner of a coffee shop and small restaurant. Then back to medical, but this time in veterinary emergency hospital.
So where does hope fit in? After being laid off during the poor economy I finally had the time to follow my dream. Now I’m a published author! I’m also back working in people medical again. I look forward to retirement in a couple of years to I can devote more time to sharing my stories.
D. V. came by with her latest book, Rock House Grill, which will release in April (keep an eye on her Amazon page, as we don’t have a pre-release link yet).
Available April 6th, 2020
Aden House, successful but driven chef and TV personality, refuses to slow down. His life implodes one night, damaging him both physically and emotionally. He’s rescued by a woman he thinks of as his angel.
Shay McDowell has rebuilt her life after her divorce. She juggles volunteer EMT duties and her job, while dreaming of becoming a chef. She finds her way to Rock House Grill and back into the life of the man she helped save.
Can love be the ingredient needed to survive the many obstacles they face?
“Easy, you’re going to be okay.” A soft voice eased through the chaos around him. The owner of the voice grabbed his arms and held them in a firm but gentle grip. “I’m right here with you. You are not alone.” “Can hardly m-move.” His voice slurred. “C-can’t see anything.” “You’ve been in an accident. I’m an EMT with the ambulance squad,” the velvety voice calmly explained. “You can’t see well because we’re under a tarp. Hold still, okay?” “‘K.” A small light flickered at the edge of his vision. It shone into a bag next to him. Penlight. “You’re restrained to a board. It’s to keep your head from moving and causing more injury.” She continued to talk to him. The voice reached down somewhere inside him, calming and peaceful, so he focused on it. A glow from spotlights on the outside lit whatever covered them. The shadow gave the woman the appearance of a halo—like an angel.