I opened up the blog today and realized it looked a lot like my house does lately — duh-uh-uh-sty! So, I did what any crazy-busy, maniacal human being (writer) would do, I hired a professional to help clean up:
He’s taking a little break. I let it slide… for now.
While he’s resting up, how about a little teaser from the novel I’m working on now? I’m calling it Made For Me… this week. It seems to have a new title every few weeks or so, but we’ll go with that for now. This teaser also involves a couch! It’s made for this post! (See how I did that? They don’t call me a mind ninja for nothing!)
Okay, I’ll quit talking. Here’s the teaser:
Made From Me Teaser
As I came back out into the living room, I felt a sense of relief and maybe even a little excitement. This was my new place! Granted it was only for a year, but it was everything I needed for that year. It was… homey to me. Lived in. Loved in. It felt like I already had a connection with it. Maybe it was the alcohol, but it gave me a sense of peace.
Thinking about said alcohol, which I remembered I’d consumed too much of, I felt the incredible urge to sit. And it was wonderful, regardless of feeling like I’d sunk in further than one should on a sofa cushion. I turned, threw my arms up over my head, curling them over the armrest, kicked off my shoes, and laid my legs out the length of the couch. I told myself I was just getting a feel of what it would be like after coming home from a long night of work at the bar I owned.
I owned! I could still barely believe it.
With a smile, I closed my eyes and listened to the steady drone of activity coming from below, as if the universe was synching it with my soul.
I woke up to my leg being pulled. Not figuratively… literally. Both of them actually. Or no, wait. They were being raised. Yes, they were going up and I was sinking deeper into the couch. Holy hell, I was being sucked into the couch!
My lids sprang open and I intended to gain some leverage with my hands, but my arms were dead weight above me, apparently as dead asleep as I’d been.
“What the freak!” I yelled, twisting back and forth so that my arms would flop down on me to get the blood flow back, all the while trying to focus my alcohol-slash-sleep induced vision on my surroundings, namely the object now lowering my legs back down. Only, they didn’t go all the way back down onto the cushions. They were laid over Dax’s lap, which was attached to the Dax sitting in the middle of the sofa, whom I could see now that my eyes had finally cooperated. He was watching me, his eyebrows raised with a grin on his face, as if he were watching a sideshow freak perform, which I probably totally looked like.
“You know,” he said, after I stopped flopping around. I clenched my teeth to avoid yelling out because of the hail storm of needles belting my skin from the inside out. “You’d be a sitting duck if anyone ever wanted to attack you in the middle of the night. You should learn to sleep a little lighter.”
I peered at him warily. “Are you going to attack me?”
One side of his mouth crept up into a mischievous smirk. “Do you want me to?”
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Okay, now back to work! All of you! Unless you want more teasers from Made For Me, then just check out the “Current Projects” tab at the top of the page to whisk you away!