Wow, I’m really losing track of time this year! Almost two months since my last post. Now that Aria is almost two, that child is running circles around me but we’re establishing a routine and I’m at a place where I’m starting to demand everyone else give me some space so I can start spending more time on my books. It’s not that I don’t love that little squirt more than anyone on the planet but I need to work too. And just because my job happens to be working at home doesn’t make it any less necessary that I do it.
Off topic for a second… Last year, Aria loved the Easter Bunny. This year, not so much. We couldn’t get her within five feet of him without her planting herself on the ground. 🙂
Back on topic…
The first book in my Weko Harbor series is finally coming along well. It helps that I’ve discovered that if I sneak into town with my phone, I can dictate parts of the story into an email and send it to myself. What I wind up with is often a hilarious mess and I have to try and remember what I actually wanted to say. I’ll be sharing some of the best ones on my Facebook page.
Here though, I’ll start sharing some snippets of the stories I’m working on. Yup. More than one. The Weko Harbor series, the Harper’s crossing series, and the Coach’s Boys and Enza prequels.
I’m also working on some short stories and hope to publish the first one next week. They’ll average 10-15,000 words and sell for .99 cents on Amazon – after I send them to members of my VIP Club. If you’d like to receive free copies of the short stories too, just click the link above and enter your email address. That’s all there is to it.
But back to Weko Harbor. I thought I should explain a bit about the hero in this story. Wesley Cooper. Wesley, as you’ll soon find out, has a lot of growing up to do – so please don’t judge him too harshly. Trust me, he’s going to be just as surprised over his transformation as we will be.
Oh yeah. And if I haven’t already mentioned it, Weko is pronounced Way-co. It’s based on a real place called Weko Beach near a small town on Lake Michigan. That town will be partially factual and partially fictional – and will hopefully be a lot of fun.
And now for the snippet…
“Seriously? You’re pulling the twin card?”
“You signed me up for a marathon, Wes. What did you expect? That I’d just be okay with that?”
Wesley Cooper snickered, remembering the last minute meeting his brother’s boss had called. The problem was, it had been the same night he and Brenda planned to attend a concert. They’d bought the tickets weeks before and had been looking forward to it.
So, in a long established habit, he’d asked the favor. Pretend to be Chase for a few hours, take meticulous notes, and don’t get him in any trouble. But when Mr. Monroe had sent the signup form around the room for one of his pet fundraisers, the temptation had been too strong.
“Well, I didn’t expect you to thank me or anything.”
“I didn’t expect to be running my butt off for the next eight months trying to get ready for this thing. In case you’ve forgotten, brother, I don’t run.”
Locking his office door, Wesley laughed again, then sobered quickly. Having fun at Chase’s expense right now wasn’t going to help his argument.
“Yeah, I know but give me a break. Brenda’s cousin?”
“It’s not like we’re asking you to marry her,” Chase said patiently on the other end of the line. “Just even the numbers up a couple of times a week. Maybe take her out yourself once in a while.”
“So you’re asking me to date her.” His tone was flat as he stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the main floor.
“No. Just a kind of friend thing. She’s only going to be here for a few months.”
“Not dating?” He snorted in disgust. Take her out a couple of times a week for a few months? And it wasn’t dating? Yeah, right.
“Listen,” he said, lowering his voice when the elevator dinged and the doors opened to the lobby. “I remember her visiting Brenda’s family when we were kids. She was a chunk with pimples and braces.”
“It’s gotta be ten years since she showed up at the youth group. The braces would be gone now, and most people outgrow acne.”
“Well that’s comforting.”
“You owe me, Wes,” Chase said, his voice low. Wesley held the phone between his shoulder and ear as he climbed into his car. “I’m stuck doing a 5k run because you thought signing me up was fun. Now I’m cashing in the card. You’d do the same thing if the situation was reversed and you know it.”
The whole twin card thing was getting old, he thought, dropping his head back against the seat. They’d been ‘trading’ it since they were kids. If one of them took advantage of the fact that they were identical, though only in looks, then the other had to do whatever the ‘victim’ decided was fair retribution.
“Dating Brenda’s cousin for the entire fall season is asking a little much, don’t you think?”
“I’m going to be running every day for the next eight months to get in shape for that marathon, baby brother, so no. I don’t think it’s asking too much.”
Maybe the whole marathon thing had been out of line, he admitted, but only to himself. He’d gotten a lot of laughs out of it though. But still…
“So why can’t this chick get her own dates? Does she look like Frankenstein? Or Frankenstein’s curvy sister?” Because usually, when friends or family badgered him into something like this, the girl wasn’t anything to write home about. And more often than not, she had a weight problem.
“I’m guessing it’s a weight thing,” Chase said reluctantly. “Brenda did say she was a really pretty girl.”
“And what’s this girl’s name?”
“No clue. She’s only referred to her as Lainey. So are you going to do it?”
“How many dates?”
“I don’t know. Like I said, maybe two or three times a week. We’ll have to take her out and Brenda doesn’t want her feeling like a third wheel. But you have to be nice to her, Wes.”
“I already told you, we don’t expect you to marry her so not that nice. But not rude or like you’re doing her a favor either.”
“Okay, fine.” Until they renegotiated the twin card, he didn’t really have any choice. Fair was fair. But they were going to discuss this at the first opportunity. “Will that square us up then?”
“I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it. I’ll still have five or six months of running after she goes back to Ohio.”
“Whatever. But don’t push your luck.”