Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Welcome Wednesday: Stephanie Winkelhake's Tale of Summer Love Denial

Picture this: Waves lapping against beautiful white sand. Seagulls dancing in the summer breeze. Fourteen-year-old Sabrina is enjoying a lazy day at the beach. As soon as she spies Cute Boy, she’s drawn to him. When he edges closer and asks to hang out, she’s on cloud nine. It’s more than his resemblance to Balthazar Getty—there’s a connection between them. Sabrina can feel it. Unfortunately, Cute Boy’s from another state and he’s headed home the next day. But who cares? Sabrina joins Cute Boy for a long walk on the beach. And they have the deepest conversations.

Cue the cheesy background music.

Sabrina says goodbye to Cute Boy and returns home. That’s when things get out of hand. Suddenly, Cute Boy’s hotter than anyone in Sabrina’s stack of Tiger Beat magazines. He certainly had washboard abs, didn’t he? Oh, and those ripped jean shorts were, well, the epitome of style. Sabrina even tapes a song off the radio and dubs it their song. If only they’d exchanged phone numbers or addresses. But no matter—Cute Boy will find a way to contact her again. He has to, right? Fate brought them together the first time, and it will work its magic again.
Oh, Sabrina. Poor, poor Sabrina.

Ugh. Fine. I’m Sabrina. *Hides in embarrassment*

And clearly, my fourteen-year-old self did not reside in reality.

Luckily, the characters I write tend to be smarter about these things. For instance, they probably wouldn’t believe a potential love interest was suspiciously between phone numbers and email addresses. A character would catch on pretty quickly if a love interest made excuses to NOT friend them on Facebook. They’d probably realize (at some point, at least) that sometimes summer love is just that—a summer fling. That’s not to say they wouldn’t download a song or two for the sake of reminiscing. But unlike poor Sabrina, they wouldn’t pine away in their room, replaying that song for hours on end.

So, yeah, that happened.  I’m sure Sabrina’s not proud.

Stephanie Winkelhake is a 2012 Golden Heart® finalist for her YA paranormal FOLLOWING YOU (previously titled THE MATTER OF SOULS) and is represented by Marie Lamba of The Jennifer DeChiara Literary Agency. Her short story DO NOT MACHINE WASH appears in next month’s CHICKEN SOUP FOR THE SOUL: I CAN’T BELIEVE MY DOG DID THAT! She can be found at or on Twitter @StephieWink.

A HUGE thanks to Honestly YA for having me on the blog today. This was fun! Now, does anyone have a summer love denial tale to add? Or an embarrassing story to tell? Anyone?


Lea Nolan said...

Thanks so much for stopping by, Stephanie! This was great. I had a couple of these encounters as a kid too. I think chance encounters like this are probably a thing of the past. Nowadays the cool kids can find each other on the Interwebs with only the tiniest piece of information. They don't need to wait around for Fate to intervene!

Lorie Langdon said...

Sadly, I remember choosing songs for boys who didn't have a clue I liked them. And maybe...perhaps occasionally...copying the lyrics into my journal, changing the words to make them a better fit for my love interest of the moment.
As writers, I'm thinking we all need a little flare for the dramatic. ;-)
Thanks so much for blogging with us, Stephanie!

Melissa Landers said...

Haha! I have no experience with summer flings, but I'm totally guilty of tagging random songs as "ours," even when there was no "us."

Steph said...

Thank you so much for having me on Honestly YA! I'm glad I'm not the only one who dubbed those songs. Sometimes I try to imagine how different life would have been if we'd had social media at that age. It's probably best I didn't have the ability to share a video and tag people!

Tif said...

So sweet! I think my 14yr old self would have gotten along with your 14yr old self. :)

Steph said...

Thanks for stopping by, Tif! And yes, I think we would have been great friends back then. :)

Natalie D Richards said...

Aw, I love it! And girl, after meeting me, you should be able to guess that I've got more humiliating stories up my sleeve than this little comment box has room for. But, for the record, ripped jean shorts are TOTALLY the epitome of style. Or it would have been to this girl "I" once knew...I think her name was Labrina....or Natalie...whatever. ;-)

Steph said...

@Natalie: Sabrina and Labrina are going to sit down one day and talk about ALL the stories.

CareyCorp said...

Ahhhh - There is nothing as perfect as a mix tape to capture all the angsty emotion of teen love. I have a few of those myself. Sadly, they are all for unrequited love. *sigh* How deliciously and romantically tragic!

Thanks for joining us, Stephanie, to share your summer fling. And congrats on the GH nomination. :)

Steph said...

Thanks, Carey!

Today's playlists are easier to make, but sometimes I miss having actual mixed tapes.

Anonymous said...

Great post.

Anonymous said...

So happy for you, truly wonderful!

aka: handsome ;)