wordwhacker

I'm getting behind myself. Boo. I suck. Actually, I'm working on a story at the moment that I'm having a lot of fun with - a project for

crimsonata, which is due today or tomorrow... basically whenever I finish it. I'll post that when I'm done with it. For a first draft I'm really happy with it so far (it's sitting at just over a thousand words right now). It should be somewhere around 3,000 when I'm done with it, I hope.

Anyway, for my last June weekly post I'm going to copout again (and embarass myself a little - but not too much) and post part of an older story. This one's only about a year old. This was a first draft, edited to death at the time but old enough now that I'm cringing at it. (Probably a good sign. C'mon, cringe with me!) Still, there are some things about it that I like, the "dude dialogue" in particular. It might be worth revisiting at some point.

The main character, Jon, tells the story in first person. He is so totally the most heterosexual character I've ever written. He practically oozes it. So of course this story exists mostly to freak him out. We join our heroes in Chapter 3, where then find themselves in a gay bar, pretty much for shits and giggles. He's a bit toasted and has just knocked a girl over on the dance floor, though the chapter starts off with his mental rambling.

( Just What You Weren't Looking For [Excerpt - Chapter 3], 2,500 words, first draft )

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