So I know I really should be working on the novel that a friend and I are doing, but I got the short story stuck in my head and, unfortunately for the other book, Tay will have to wait a couple more days.
Or maybe not so unfortunate, however you look at it. At least somethings getting down on paper.
So I spent from 7pm to about 10:30, minus a phone call and getting up to pee/change the laundry just writing out this "short" story. I'm right at nine pages now and I put out over 3900 words last night alone.
I think it's going very well.
So far we've met Tom, Rhonda and his mistress, or would be mistress, Jen. I say "would be" because before anything can happen, Rhonda finds out about Tom's infidelity and calls his hotel room.
Here's a snip it from that scene, it's *VERY* raw, and very first draft, so keep in mind it's not "Final" by any means.
"...
But Tom didn’t take Jen to dinner. Instead, before he finished getting ready, the phone rang. The voice on the other end was strained with emotion; sorrow, stress, fear and most obvious – anger.
But there was no mistaking who the voice belonged to.
“You have a lot of explaining to do when you get home. I found your email you son of a bitch.”
Click.
Tom just stood there, in a daze, his entire world crashing down on him. His fragile shell fractured and collapsing, blood rushing to his eyes and it seemed like everything had turned red. His heart raced and he broke out in a cold anxious sweat, the room was spinning and somewhere in the back of his mind, he was aware of an acute need to vomit. ... "
So there you have it - a portrait of a man who's been making bad choices... and it's all crashing down around him.
He really has no idea how bad it is... because as the jetliner rockets towards the crumbling ruins of his home... all hell is about to break loose, literally. Then Tom will know what he's really made of.. and if he's lucky, if he's really lucky, the truth behind who he really is and what he's done to those who love him the most.
More to come...
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