Connections - FF

It’s Friday, it’s Friday, everybody dance. It’s Friday!

Okay, so I may be a tad more excited than normal about it being Friday. It’s a three day weekend, I have a new writing space that oozes creativity, AND did I mention it is a three day weekend? Yup. Okay.

I have high expectations for this weekend. I play on being in my pajamas for at least two days. Finishing “You’re Never Weird on the Internet [almost]” and at least one other book. Making a nice dent in my editing and maybe even beginning the plotting I have in my head for NaNoWriMo.

This week was amazing and I want to make sure I thank at least a few of the people who helped make it so rad. My friend @silkenmoonlight never stops surprising me, her inspiration and motivation is infectious and I can’t help but walk out of our meetups ready to take on the world.  Then there’s @VelvetTortoise who sent me a lovely care package from the UK filled with motivation in the form of physical objects and uplifting words. There are many others who carry me along all week through my “real job” and help me get this blog and my other projects crafted. So thank you too.
I hope everyone has a happy and safe weekend, and if you’re hitting the beach, a coffee shop, or even just staying in bed… Happy Reading!
~Eliza

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Prompt: Describe a minorities first day at college.

Alexandra stepped from the bus and looked around her, people milled about, relaxing under the windows and rushing past on skateboards.  A tall boy with wild hair and eyes to match flew past her, catcalling as he went.  She stepped back and bumped into a large man who grunted at her intrusion.
“Sorry.”
He grunted again and she stepped forward and onto the sidewalk.  Alex looked up at the towering brick building that would be her work, home, and play for the next four years.  She had no idea what she was getting herself into when she moved across the country and into the deep south to study Jazz.  You have to learn from the best she’d told her Nan.  She looked around at all of the students and shook her head.  “I’m in so over my head.”
The big guy from the bus walked up and stopped beside her and grunted for a third time.  She turned to look up at him, the sun making her squint.  He mimicked her earlier awe struck pose.  He extended his right hand around his body without looking at her.  “Robby.”
She took it tentatively and shook it, “Alex.”
Another grunt and he took his hand back.  “You’re small.”
“You’re not.”  She look at him head to toe.
He chuckled softly and his lips curled into a smile.  “Yup.”
They stood there a while in companionable silence.
“Pizza?”  He asked.
“Sure, why not.”
As they followed the signs to the cafe Alex couldn’t help but smile, this was going to be one hell of an adventure. 

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