{"id":190,"date":"2014-02-25T23:05:00","date_gmt":"2014-02-25T23:05:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.tamaragranthambooks.com\/2014\/02\/the-measure-of-my-sanity-and-a-snippet\/"},"modified":"2015-11-13T15:20:47","modified_gmt":"2015-11-13T15:20:47","slug":"the-measure-of-my-sanity-and-a-snippet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tamaragrantham.com\/StagingSite\/the-measure-of-my-sanity-and-a-snippet\/","title":{"rendered":"The Measure of my Sanity and a Snippet"},"content":{"rendered":"

I’ve decided life is never easy. Sometimes you get a small break where you can take a deep breath and feel relaxed, but most of the time it’s a struggle. I don’t deal with stress very well. It weighs on me. I’ve found ways to cope, eating healthy, writing, yoga, staying mentally, physically, and spiritually balanced. But these are not cures for stress. They help, but can’t make it go away. I know I’m not alone. I know other people go through the same things I do. We’re all human. We all have emotions. Some people seem genuinely happy and carefree. Perhaps they are. But even they experience pain and heartache–it’s the way we deal with it that separates us.<\/p>\n

On that note, I’d like to give you a sneak peek of how I keep my sanity. I’ve been writing.<\/p>\n

This story will be part of a SHINE novella that will (fingers crossed) be available on the kindle someday. This story is called REVEN. Read please, and comment. Would you like to spend three novellas with these characters?<\/p>\n

June Brighton has the ability to hear heartbeats. Her little sister, Katelyn, is sick, and her parents are away on a charity trip. This scene takes place at a dance at the newly built Arizona governor’s mansion. She dances with Memphis Stone, a guy she has a tenuous alliance with as they attempt to save a person who’s been captured by the Shine bounty hunters, the Revens. The dialogue starts with June speaking:<\/p>\n

\n\u201cIt\u2019s been just me and
\nKatelyn for a couple weeks now. I don\u2019t know how my mom does it. We have the
\nmoney, but she never hires maids or nannies. She says we\u2019re too important to
\nlet someone else raise us. I miss Katelyn. I miss my mom. I don\u2019t know what it
\nwould be like if they were both gone.\u201d<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
\n\u201cIt\u2019s hard,\u201d he said.
\n\u201cIt\u2019s hard looking out on all these people. Here, in New York, back home in New
\nOrleans, anywhere in the entire the world\u2014and know that not a single person
\ncares for you, that no one out there actually feels for you. If you died, there
\nwouldn\u2019t be anyone out there to miss you.\u201d<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
\nHis words broke my
\nheart. Whatever hatred I\u2019d harbored for him disappeared. My hands shook as he
\nheld on. Hearing the painful thump of his heart only made it worse. He didn\u2019t
\nwant my sympathy, but how could I feel anything else?<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
\n\u201cI\u2019m here,\u201d I said, my
\nvoice only a little louder than a whisper.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
\nHis eyes locked onto
\nmine, confused, as if he saw me for the first time. \u201cAre you sure about that?\u201d<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
\nWas I? He\u2019d captured
\nme, shown violence to me and my best friend and who knew how many others. Could
\nI really bear my soul and admit that I\u2014June Brighton\u2014cared for him? I didn\u2019t
\nwant to break my heart, but I didn\u2019t want to break his either. Good Gandhi, why
\nis it so hard to say the things you feel? <\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n
\n\u201cMemphis,\u201d I spoke his
\nname softly. \u201cYou don\u2019t have to look very far. I\u2019m here for you. I\u2019ll never
\nleave you. I promise.\u201d<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

<\/p>\n

\nI felt hope in his gaze,
\nhis eyes wide and vibrant, like looking into a fire. Did he think of me as a
\nfriend, or maybe even someone closer? 
\nBut then he looked away, and the moment ended. \u201cYou shouldn\u2019t.\u201d<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I’ve decided life is never easy. Sometimes you get a small break where you can take a deep breath and feel relaxed, but most of the time it’s a struggle. I don’t deal with stress very well. It weighs on me. I’ve found ways to cope, eating healthy, writing, yoga, staying mentally, physically, and spiritually […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-190","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/tamaragrantham.com\/StagingSite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/190","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/tamaragrantham.com\/StagingSite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/tamaragrantham.com\/StagingSite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tamaragrantham.com\/StagingSite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tamaragrantham.com\/StagingSite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=190"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/tamaragrantham.com\/StagingSite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/190\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1524,"href":"https:\/\/tamaragrantham.com\/StagingSite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/190\/revisions\/1524"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/tamaragrantham.com\/StagingSite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=190"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tamaragrantham.com\/StagingSite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=190"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tamaragrantham.com\/StagingSite\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=190"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}