Jake meets Nancy for the first time. The two main characters of my WIP, “The Distorted Trail.” To get his attention, a photo with Jake will do.
A voice called out from my left. “Mr. Patterson!” Another photo wanted? I presume waiting for my approval, an extremely attractive blond held up a camera and shouted out, “Can I get a picture with you Mr. Patterson?”
Answering her, “Please, call me Jake. Tex, would you mind taking a photo of me and this lovely young lady?” The pretty lady smiled with approval at my flattering comment. She was probably in her forties, but she could easily pass for thirty. She wore a sky blue dress that barley covered her knees, leaving so much to the imagination.
Stay tune next week when you’ll hear Joe the janitor holla, “Hey boss, let me hold a dolla!”
Ok boys and girls, a new way to introduce my WIP. I seen the tag Snippet Sunday on twitter, and it looks like it’s a spinoff of six sunday. It just seems like it allows you to add more then six sentences.
Anyway, we will start at the beginning of my WIP called “The Distorted Trail.” I have been working on this to long now! I need to get busy and finish it up. Anyway, we start with Jake Patterson at a campaign rally. He is running for president and well….here it goes.
“Patterson for the People!” Yes, it sounds very cliché, but it’s catchy and keeps my name on peoples’ minds. The very partisan crowd claps and a few earsplitting whistles sound out in the background. An older woman in the crowd starts chanting loudly, “Patterson for the people!” Do I need to think of something more imaginative, more stylish? No, I like it. Do I really care about the people? Jake Patterson, millionaire five times over. Really, do I care about the people? Or are they the stepping-stone to what I really want to be: the most powerful man in the world?
Tune in next week when you’ll hear the crusty old nurse say, “Hey big daddy, let me hold a dolla!”
My blog is lonely…perhaps the lonely blog sonnet will be posted next week. Show me some luv people…that’s spelled LOVE.