2011 boggles my mind.
I remember when the 1980s sounded futuristic. Oh my God, but 1984 and Big Brother sounded really scary.
Then 1999 looked like it was WAY into the future. I was sure humanity would be in outer space and that we’d have encountered aliens, for good or bad. 2000 was a BIG gamble whether we’d still be here. If we were, my generation was pretty sure life would be like The Jetsons with flying cars, cities in the sky, and TV-type phones.
Of course, I was due to hit the huge milestone of turning 40 in 2000. Also, I’d set a deadline for myself of being published before my 40th birthday and the year 2000. I just made my deadline and was first published in 1999.
I’m not the only one who feels this way. Thanks to Facebook, I’m in touch with many of my fellow alumna from the Class of ’78 and several of them voiced my thoughts.
The future is full of possibilities and what ifs. So many possibilities exist.
I hope my son’s wrong, that the end of the world in 2012 is merely a scary but untrue myth. I hope my favorite TV show “V” is also wrong. I prefer the Star Trek version of the future. Or the Star Wars one.
I am happy that ebooks and ebook readers are finally popular. I also enjoy shopping from the comfort of my bedroom. I think it’s pretty nifty that I can get books and music anytime I want, that my phone doubles as a camera, video camera, MP3 player, Internet browser, calorie counter, pedometer, flashlight, and so much more.
The more I think about it, 2011 doesn’t sound so scary. It’s full of exciting possibilities.
I also look forward to the release of "Scene of the Crime" on January 24th by Total-E-Bound.
Robin didn’t know whether to be relieved or appalled that the sexy man she’d fallen into bed with wasn’t her ex-boyfriend, but his adult son.
When Robin returns to her alma mater as a professor of history, she can’t believe her ex-boyfriend is still on campus much less looking so young and buff after twenty years.
The sexy-as-hell man she’d seen on her first day back, however, isn’t her ex but his adult son. Although she wants nothing to do with either of them, they won’t leave her head or her heart alone.
Reader Advisory: This story has been previously released as part of the Cougars and Cubs anthology by Total-E-Bound
Chills struck Robyn Cattrall as she stepped onto the grounds of her alma mater. Memories good and bad blindsided her for several moments. She’d done a lot of soul-searching before accepting a post here as history professor.
But the burnished autumn leaves and chill in the air made her feel alive again. They brought the promise of soon-coming winter with its wonderland of glistening snow, something she’d missed living in south Florida for the past couple of decades.
She consoled herself that as a connoisseur of history, she had learned from past mistakes and knew better than to repeat them. Just because she was back at the scene of her first heartbreak didn’t mean she was doomed to repeat it. She’d make sure she didn’t. Forty-four now, she was a lot wiser than she’d been at twenty-two.
Funny, she felt young on a campus surrounded by twenty-year-olds, especially when a horde of students burst into the sunshine and several young studs eyed her appreciatively.
She did her best not to drool over what might be her future students, and tried hard to keep a pleasantly professional smile. But when she came face to face with the ghost of her first love, Phil Williams, her jaw dropped, her eyes widened and her heart stopped. Unabashedly, she stared.
What was he doing here?
Phil’s glance slid over her without a hint of recognition, and he passed by without a falter in his step.
She hated herself, but she turned and stared at his retreating back as the sea of people parted around her, then swallowed him. How could he not turn to look at her? How could he forget? How could he look so damned good?
She gulped and licked her lips. When someone bumped her, she jolted awake. Embarrassed, she checked her campus map and hurried to her office.
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