Heavy work schedule again this week, so I thought I’d share
a bit from my WIP (Work In Progress, not to be confused with WAP, which is short for
SPTBM, Smut Pretending To Be Music). Sorry, couldn’t resist,
even though I’ve been warned about being too sarcastic lately!
Anyway, here’s a short excerpt from the newest novel and also a look at the early draft of the cover. Feel free to comment on either (or both).
Link and his friends had gone bowling often since picking up the game in high school. His parents had bowled in leagues for years and had a shelf full of trophies proudly displayed in the den. Link wondered what had happened to the pink and blue, nine pound ball that his mother had always used. He supposed it was still in the bedroom closet in the old plaid bowling bag she had carried for years.
Although his parents had given up the game long ago, Link and his friends continued to make the trip across the lake to the Northlake Lanes as often as they could. Each of the three had developed his own unique style/approach to the sport. Because of his size, Link was obviously the power bowler of the group. He employed a huge backswing and threw the ball with such force that contact anywhere near the pocket would produce a strike with pins flying violently in all directions. The sound produced was enough to draw the attention of anyone near their particular lane, and of course, he loved the attention it brought.
The most competitive of the group, David threw a wicked little hook that either struck the pocket squarely or glided completely across the lane hitting little or nothing as it headed for the left hand gutter. Sometimes, he would drop the ball a bit too far to the outside resulting in the ball falling immediately into the right hand gutter. This was routinely followed by cursing (from David) and laughter from Kenny. On a good day, he could rival Link, and he had actually outscored him on a small handful of occasions, though not very often.
Kenny was the most colorful of the three. He tended to hold onto the ball too long usually throwing the ball halfway down the lane in the air. As the ball bounced toward the pins, he would burst with laughter as his friends hid their faces and pretended not to know him. Maybe once or twice a year, he would actually break a hundred on the scorecard, but regardless of his final tally, he never failed to have a wonderful time.
Extra credit and a free copy of the novel when it is
finished to the first person who can correctly identify the three actual
bowlers who inspired the trio described above! And if you grew up in Waco, you
can probably name the particular bowling alley we frequented.
Look for The Reddy Cab Company to be out
sometime in early 2022!