My story 'It takes Two to Tango' is in this month's Take a Break Fiction Feast. I expect you won't be surprised that it is another story featuring dancing - after all, as you probably know, it is my main hobby. They also bought another story today so I like them very much!
This month's story is about a married woman who goes away on a dance weekend with a rather flighty friend. I won't spoil it be telling you what happens but I will tell you how I got the inspiration.
For many years, since I started dancing in my mid thirties, I have been on dance weekends - both jive and salsa. These are great fun and I've been both with groups of friends and in more recent years, with my husband (as he is a dancer as well).
The weekends provide the opportunity to learn to dance better, eat well and socialise and of course they provide a backdrop for intrigue for those who are looking for it! In my book, there could be no better setting for a story.
For some reason (probably because the dance is more sensuous than jive) I decided to send my heroine on an Argentine tango weekend - which was strange as, at the time of writing, it was one of the few dances I hadn't learnt. This meant all the dance moves had to be researched and I was thankful, having just completed several months of Argentine Tango lessons, that when I read the story today, I actually recognised the steps I had written about!
We are planning to film our tango routine to help us remember it and if it's not too horrendous we may put the clip on my blog (but please remember we are only amateurs!)
In the meantime, here is a clip of some professionals performing this amazing dance.
An odd thing came out of this story though. At the beginning, my heroine hides receipts for a new dress to take on her weekend, under potato peelings in the bin. My husband proof read the story months ago but he's never forgotten that part. He's pretty convinced that this is what I must do (has he not heard of fiction?)
In two weeks time we are off to Hayling Island for a jive weekend with some friends. I've bought a new dress but my husband won't find the receipt... it's under the potato peelings!