Classic Meg Oolders. A delightful tingle of eroticism at just the right level -- not vague, but not overly graphic, and with an air of innocence that always makes me wish I was 20 again. Almost.
Thank you, Sharron. I definitely wish I was 20 again, but mostly because I had fewer concerns, aches and pains, and gray hairs back then. I also didn't have as many stories to tell. Had some more livin' to do, I suppose. 💜🙂
No matter what generation, decade or century, there is always a Jada in the mix. Always. Same can be said for the male version of Jada. Enjoyed reading this Meg. - Jim
A very poignant tale of how we can get into our own way. You have an economy of words that paints a detailed picture without unnecessary filler. Quite lovely!
Ugh. I think I might have been the "friend" that flirted with my friends' boyfriends. The difference was, I was a huge dork. Not a Jada. Didn't have the measurements to leverage that kind of flirtation. And if I did, I would have gotten my own dang boyfriend. 😂😂
Michael is great. We talked WAY longer than the interview suggests. Had to cut some good stuff, but that's how it goes in the podcast biz!
This was wonderful! I’ve been there, proving yourself when you’re terrified. And I, too, have known Jada and felt the slither of inadequacy she brings. Damn good story!
Thank you, Liz! I sometimes feel like my life has been a series of "frozen on the edge of the cliff" moments and looking back, I wished I'd jumped more. And told more Jadas where to go. 😂 At least now I have the fuel for stories like this one! Thanks for reading!
Apparently Writer's Digest isn't as in tune with spotting winning talent as I am. But we can still celebrate the honorable mention! 🎉🎉🎉
Just like your protagonist in this story, you're on the edge of something and I know you're going to jump. Because climbing back down isn't an option anymore. I've jumped a few times and I'll jump a few more. Most landings are belly flops, but someday we'll both land the perfect dive.
Here I am thinking so many things... why didn't she say it back? Why the hell did that bitch Jada have to ruin her jump? For that matter, why did Simon look at her boobs and watch her walk to the edge? I would've pushed her at that point. And then I realized it was a memory? When she opened her eyes and there was no one there and my thoughts went dark, and I was thinking she was there by herself to end her life? Because I definitely wouldn't have made that jump without people nearby.
When crafting this one, I saw her revisit to the jump point more as a test of her resolve. To see if she was brave enough to do it on her own, now that she had clearly lost her Simon (to Jada? or maybe just to the disappointment of his love not being returned). Once she was there, it was impossible not to remember what had kept her from making the jump the first time.
There's a little peek into the storyteller's brain for ya. 😉 I wrote this one well over a year ago and I still remember where I was headed with it. 💜
What a creative use of metaphor. I couldn't read this one fast enough. Poor Simon. His confession of love rejected. But if you're not ready to jump, you're not ready to jump.
You always leave me hanging...... delightfully....
Really liked this, Meg!
Like Anonymom, I’m hanging… Did she jump? So many questions, so many boners… lol
Soooo many ... 😂
Classic Meg Oolders. A delightful tingle of eroticism at just the right level -- not vague, but not overly graphic, and with an air of innocence that always makes me wish I was 20 again. Almost.
Thank you, Sharron. I definitely wish I was 20 again, but mostly because I had fewer concerns, aches and pains, and gray hairs back then. I also didn't have as many stories to tell. Had some more livin' to do, I suppose. 💜🙂
No matter what generation, decade or century, there is always a Jada in the mix. Always. Same can be said for the male version of Jada. Enjoyed reading this Meg. - Jim
Thanks, Jim!
If "JADA" is not already a classic archetype, she outta be. Nemesis of the hormonal masses.
Yup. I knew her as Jackie…but in the words of Forrest Gump, ‘that’s all I got to say about that’.
Yes, jumping in too deep too soon can be frightening. Fools rush in, or some such. Great story!
Yes, but fools also miss out! Sometimes. 🙂
Thanks for reading. 🥂
My word, super intense. Insanely well written.
Thank you, my friend. 🥂💜
A very good write, Meg.
Cheers, Roman! And thank you so much for sharing my story on Notes along with your kind words. Always appreciated! 🥂🥂
A very poignant tale of how we can get into our own way. You have an economy of words that paints a detailed picture without unnecessary filler. Quite lovely!
Thank you for the kind words, CB! 💜🥂
Congrats on the nod! Well done and well deserved. I knew a few Jada’s. One was a good friend who flirted with my boyfriend.
Looking forward to the Hans Solo interview. Hehe.
Ugh. I think I might have been the "friend" that flirted with my friends' boyfriends. The difference was, I was a huge dork. Not a Jada. Didn't have the measurements to leverage that kind of flirtation. And if I did, I would have gotten my own dang boyfriend. 😂😂
Michael is great. We talked WAY longer than the interview suggests. Had to cut some good stuff, but that's how it goes in the podcast biz!
This was wonderful! I’ve been there, proving yourself when you’re terrified. And I, too, have known Jada and felt the slither of inadequacy she brings. Damn good story!
Thank you, Liz! I sometimes feel like my life has been a series of "frozen on the edge of the cliff" moments and looking back, I wished I'd jumped more. And told more Jadas where to go. 😂 At least now I have the fuel for stories like this one! Thanks for reading!
Apparently Writer's Digest isn't as in tune with spotting winning talent as I am. But we can still celebrate the honorable mention! 🎉🎉🎉
Just like your protagonist in this story, you're on the edge of something and I know you're going to jump. Because climbing back down isn't an option anymore. I've jumped a few times and I'll jump a few more. Most landings are belly flops, but someday we'll both land the perfect dive.
I'll take an honorable mention over a sack of crickets any day!
Crossing my fingers you're right about the dive. I'm getting too old for this shit. Literally. 😂
We're getting wiser and more experienced! And... maybe a little older.
Here I am thinking so many things... why didn't she say it back? Why the hell did that bitch Jada have to ruin her jump? For that matter, why did Simon look at her boobs and watch her walk to the edge? I would've pushed her at that point. And then I realized it was a memory? When she opened her eyes and there was no one there and my thoughts went dark, and I was thinking she was there by herself to end her life? Because I definitely wouldn't have made that jump without people nearby.
When crafting this one, I saw her revisit to the jump point more as a test of her resolve. To see if she was brave enough to do it on her own, now that she had clearly lost her Simon (to Jada? or maybe just to the disappointment of his love not being returned). Once she was there, it was impossible not to remember what had kept her from making the jump the first time.
There's a little peek into the storyteller's brain for ya. 😉 I wrote this one well over a year ago and I still remember where I was headed with it. 💜
Gorgeous ambiguity!
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Sweet sweet romantic angst!
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Brilliant story, Meg. You had me at Jump.
Thank you, Ben! 💜
What a creative use of metaphor. I couldn't read this one fast enough. Poor Simon. His confession of love rejected. But if you're not ready to jump, you're not ready to jump.
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