I was going through the fridge, trying to use up the random odds and ends that we have left. So lunch was an unusual yet fortunately delicious vegetable soup, a single Pillsbury orange roll, and flat Sprite. Apparently lame lunches are conducive to my creativity, because Ray decided to make an appearance.
He complained Ansel has always had it easy, and that he always ends up with what he wants. "So," he said, "if he gets what he wants MOST...what's he going to do with it?"
"Uh...enjoy it?"
Ray waved me away. "Of course not. He's not going to be careful with it. Now, I, on the other hand..." Ray then proceeded to tell me in no uncertain terms that he has to work for everything, fighting tooth and nail with an almost frightening tenacity. And if HE were to achieve what he always wanted, well then. That would be a completely different story.
My eyes went wide. "Ray! I know how to fix the second book!"
Nobody can do the scathingly sarcastic eyebrow thing better than Ray. "Not until you send the first one out, babe. And since when do you drink Sprite, anyway? Poseur."
Tomorrow. I'm sending my manuscript tomorrow. I promised Ray I would, and I'm terrified to go up against him.
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3 comments:
I'm so excited for you and it is a great story! I'm looking forward to the second one!
PS Don't think of the readers as strangers, but old friends who you haven't gotten re-acquainted with yet. Technically it's true... ;)
Oh and Ray... I love you!
me no comprende, but SEND THE MANUSCRIPT!
Tell us more of this Ray.......
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