Okay, so I had a great time…no, make that a FABULOUS TIME at my Facebook Party. And I will admit that although the champagne was merely “virtual”, I was pretty buzzed by the end of the event. Was this due to an adrenaline rush thanks to the need for super-speedy typing? Too much sugar in the online-rainbow-cake? Or was my buzz caused by the thrill of recognizing the reality of my “virtual” friends?
I’m not sure which of these had me flying high, but I would like to thank you all for coming!!
I was able to discuss Out of Hiding, as well as to introduce my next release, which is a Young Adult read, The Red Sheet.
WITH A FOREWORD BY CODY KENNEDY!!
What? Speak up? Don’t be shy!! You want a few excerpts…to see what you will be getting yourselves into. DONE!!
Or try this one on for size…
I’m not even slightly ashamed to admit it: I’d been thoroughly enjoying that morning’s walk to school when I heard it—a plea for help, an appeal for attention… a prayer for deliverance.
I’d swear to this on a tall stack of bibles, not that Mom and I owned even a single one (or a Torah, or the Koran, or even a pamphlet about horoscopes): each of my five senses snapped to alert attention. It was as if I was being summoned.
My feet started to move faster, pounding the sidewalk’s pavement purposefully. I responded to my suddenly uncontrollable urge to help the innocent, or so it seemed, by racing toward the biggest maple tree of them all, the legendary Big Ben on the corner of Maple and School Streets. The very monster that Mark Edgars, Gregory Waldorf, and Tina Lee had each attempted to climb in fifth grade and failed, to the tune of two broken arms, a fractured pelvis, and a dislocated shoulder. (Tina had tried and failed on two separate occasions.)
Warning: this next part is all fucked-up.
As I sprinted, my only thoughts were: Delicious egg scramble omelet that I get every single morning before homeroom, despite the fact I already scarfed down two bowls of Froot Loops at home, be damned! Tardy slip to homeroom that adds up to five already this semester, which will require me to serve detention, be damned! First-period calculus quiz that needs to be passed if I want to play preseason basketball, be damned too! This guy has a job to do!
And before my brain had fully engaged (and without even a small remnant of red fabric waving behind me), I was on my way up that tree. Fulfilling my purpose in life. (I told you it was fucked up.)
A champion of the innocent, the helpless, the forsaken descended the enormous maple tree, forearms adorned in bloody scratch marks, a white fur ball of a kitten tucked safely under one armpit. When my feet met with the spongy surface of the grass, and the tiger—I mean, the kitten—had been deposited into the hands of a waiting little old lady, I experienced a sense of completion I had never known was possible. More than twenty-five points, ten rebounds, and six assists kind of satisfaction, even.
“Dammit, kid, I was trying to teach friggin’ Snowball a lesson. If he can get his puny ass up there, he’d better have a plan to get his puny ass down.”
Did you really read it?? DID YOU?? Now, go back and read it…you are going to like it. I promise!!
Would Mia Kerick lie to you? NEVER!!
PLUS, there is going to be a quiz, so…..
Soon I will be back to discuss with you, my innocent victims, or rather, my wonderful followers, the significance of a “red sheet” to Bryan in The Red Sheet.
I know, I know… it is going to be difficult to wait. But you know what they say about all good things!!
Love and appreciate you all!!