Here's hoping that your week was wonderful and full of excitement!

The Garrison Effect has gone into publishing, so please be patient and wait, like us, for its arrival.

In the mean time book 2 in the series is being edited and another project is coming to fruition.

Here's a lil story for you that happened recently...

(please don't e mail me and inquire about its origins, can't disclose, thanks)

He met up with her after the facade of the evening had reached its natural conclusion. He hadn't truly wanted to go on with the night, but after a considerable amount of persuading, Ethan chose to relinquish his night to her whim.

He recognized some of his friends amongst the crowd, offered his hello's, then settled in for a brief- albeit chosen conversation with her.

She was indeed quite petite. Ethan would remark to you that he adored petite women, what he'd not readily admit was the reason. It provided him with the assurence that he'd be the protector- the man to his woman.

She had obviously been reveling in alcohol far too much, her speech impaired, her stance wobbly at best.

At least she had set her drink down, finally.

The conversation wasn't remarkable, in fact somewhat obsolete in his mind...still the thought of what she had gone through to bring him here had him curious.

By demeanor it was evident that she found him very attractive. Ethan felt the same way, although he chose to keep his attraction to her vested. The last thing that he wanted or desired was an intoxicated house guest who'd not remember his name in the morning.

Besides, he still suffered from the loss of his long time love, Melinda.

Ethan wasn't about to hop into another relationship quite so soon and with little regard to his own healing process.

He stayed around as long as he could manage, he had after all, consumed a considerable amount of alcohol himself. Honestly? He required sleep, and much of it.

Eventually, though he had wanted to pursue her, he thought better of it and quietly excused himself.

Being gallant however, Ethan did assure himself of her safety, making certain that she'd find her way home with friends that he trusted a great deal.

They texted several times afterwards, on up to 3 am, where she rang him.

Annoyed, he blurted out that he wasn't thrilled with chatter at the late hour.

(Several weeks later)

Ethan had thought to contact her. He just didn't see the point. She hadn't really captured his interest, had in fact troubled him with her blatent disregard-which he took to represent a drama filled lifestyle.

And so, he did nothing.

It was during this time however where he took to reading her blog, her face book and whatever else came along his way. Suddenly she didn't seem to quite fit the profile that he had seen her in.

The light that had begun to shine was readily in great contrast.

She had apparently been quite the opposite of what Ethan had witnessed that evening, not to mention his own friends couldn't even begin to comprehend what he had been eluding to.

They knew her very well and knew her to be just the polar opposite of his description. Urged to attempt this once again, he reached for the cell phone and re establish contact. From his end he could hear her voice waver. She was uncertain as to his motives.

She was fearful that she'd say the wrong thing, hold his despisal, something that she clearly held disdain for.

It occured to Ethan that he had been dead wrong in this instance. He invited her out, attempting to rectify a wrong that had been done.

Ethan never took in account the storm that had been culminating above, nor did he pay any attention to the aged building that they had chosen to meet at.

By an hour into their second meeting, he was well aware that she was 'the one' and felt exhileration at having taken the chance to find out for himself what the future would bring...

The power failed, they laughed, chalking it up to a romantic storm...

The walls began to bleed water...he grew concerned but kept her occupied with his quick wit...

When they could no longer ignore the flooding, the wind damage, the untimely force to evacuate to the next floor above, Ethan had to admit to himself that perhaps, as this worsened he'd only have this one night...

This singular opportunity....

Well I must go, as a real storm has just blown into the pub where I write...

Great timing right?

Remember, it's never to late to extend yourself to the right person if in your heart you have lingering doubts. Life turns and twists us about.

It's up to us whether we shirk from what we know could be or stand tall and embrace it!

From my hand to yours,

Sawyer

Saint Andrews