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Monday, May 23, 2011

New Novel Chapter 2 Excerpt

Here is the next Chapter of my new novel, still unnamed.  We should have the cover and blurb ready this week.  Keep checking back.

        “And the Academy Award for the best animated short film produced by a hungry grad student goes to…” Rachel could hear her heart rushing through her ears. This was it, it had to be. She was the only hungry grad student nominated this year. This was her best film. All her hard work was about to pay off in spades. But why was it taking so long to open the envelope? Wait, why is Gwyneth Paltrow making out with Billy Crystal? Open the envelope! Open the damn envelope!      
 The sound of Billy and Gwyneth giggling into the microphone was slowly replaced by the low hum of an alarm clock. Rachel swore several profanities as her hand slapped at the snooze button in an attempt to put an end to the irritating sound.       “Coffee,” she said out loud to her empty room. She decided to bypass her usual morning routine of fresh fruit and yoga in light of her heartbreaking loss. Especially since it was probably the only award nomination she would ever get, awake or asleep.       
As she sat at her desk/art space/kitchen table savoring her heavenly cup-of-joe, her day slowly began to jell inside her brain. Today was Tuesday, which meant video production and calculus. One she loved, the other she loathed. It was heaven and hell in the span of four hours. This was her third attempt at advanced calculus and without it there was little hope of getting a full-time position at Mad Media Animation Studio. She was determined to get a “real job” before she turned twenty five, if for no other reason then to hold her head a little higher when her dad asked her if she needed a little extra cash, you know, to help pay for those two “artsy-type” degrees she got.       
If it weren’t for Justin, there would be not hope at all. He had come to her rescue in the second week of the class, sensing her utter panic. He was incredibly gifted at translating geek. He was also incredibly gifted at annoying her. It was so strange the way he stumbled over every word when he was talking about nothing. But open up a math book and he transformed into a loquacious chatter-box.
Speak of the devil,” she said when she heard Sonny and Cher sing out ‘I got you babe’ from her cell phone. Justin’s ringtone was her private joke. It referred to the movie ‘Groundhog Day’ and Bill Murray’s reaction at hearing it every morning at the same time. Reluctantly she picked up the phone and punched the little green button.
Hey Justin, you’re up early,” she could hear his thick nasal breathing on the other end.       
I just wanted…um.. Hi Rachel,” he said in his usual disjointed manner.        “Hi Justin,” she said. “You wanted to ask me something?” she prompted when he didn’t respond.       
Yeah, I…how are you…I mean are you ready for the test?”       
Rachel knew she was dipping her toe in dangerous waters with Justin. He was obviously not tutoring her for the fifteen dollars she made him take each time. And he wasn’t the type to come right out and ask her for a date so they could hopefully move past it. Oh, no. He just kept the possibility of it dangling out there like a smelly gym sock she was constantly having to politely side-step.
I’ve been completely honest! she told herself over and over. But deep down she knew it was going to end badly. It was going to end badly because as annoying as he was, he had a heart of pure gold. He loved kids and dogs. He was finishing some kind of new teaching program designed for inner-city school kids. He was funny sometimes, though not usually on purpose. And under all that God-awful geeki-nes, he was actually kind of cute.
Don’t go there, Rachel,” she told herself.       
Yep, I’m good, Justin. But thanks for calling,” she said in an ‘I’m going to hang up now’ kind of way.       
Do you eat? I mean have you…or are you going to eat breakfast…do you want to meet… for coffee?” By the time he got that all out Rachel had finished her cup and was working on a second.       
Is something on your mind, Justin?” Be direct, be honest.       
Yeah… well…I mean no…not really.”       
Well I’m glad everything’s okay. I’ve got to get going, tons stuff I’m way behind on. But I’ll see you later at class, okay?”       
Yeah, okay,” he stammered. She ended the call not waiting for his reply. She took a deep breath as she felt the caffeine pumping through veins, accelerating her heartbeat. She walked over to the huge living room window and looked out onto the busy metropolitan street she lived on. It was a gorgeous spring day, perfect for a jog. She knew that her calculus class always went better when she’d had a good workout before hand. It helped keep her calm and focused. Not to mention the fact that she’d wimped out on her yoga this morning. If only she could muster up some motivation. Maybe a jog to the Steam Punk Café for some iced Chai. Yes, that would do it. There had to be a reward in there somewhere or she’d never make it out the door.
Oh crap!” she said out loud. Justin. He loved the Steam Punk. As a matter of fact, he was the one who dragged her in there for her very first cup of iced Chai. “I don’t drink weed water,” she had politely explained under her breath as they stood in line.
Just trust me,” he had said to her with an ear-to-ear grin. Since there wasn’t much else on the menu that was fit for human consumption, she let him order – and pay.
Here, try this,” he said, his puppy-dog face bright with anticipation. God, he could be so annoying!
The taste was unlike anything she had experienced. The exotic spices were smooth, sweet and spicy all at the same time. And after a 4-mile jog, there was nothing more refreshing. She gave a heavy sigh as she imagined the sweet luscious taste now.
Screw Justin!” she said. “I have every right to do whatever the hell I want!” And, of course she could always pretend she was happy to see him.
She began her usual pulling dirty clothes from the hamper in search of some decent sweat pants and matching gym socks. As she was rummaging, she noticed a pungent order coming from something in her hand. It was a pair of underwear and a bra that smelled bitter and musty but strangely familiar. She tried to remember the last time she was out bar hopping. It had to have been at least three weeks. Note to self, she thought, tomorrow is laundry day.
As she was closing the door on her way out, she felt hot breath on her neck right before a strong hand grabbed her shoulder. 


  1. Okay, I'm hooked! This comes out soon right?

  2. Hi Barbra,
    Yes! It's with some beta readers now and we hope to have edits done within two weeks. We are working on the cover and blurb right now so it looks like 2-3 weeks! I'm really excited to finally be at this stage. (unless our beta readers come back and say it's horrible:)