First things first…
I’ve never screamed so loud during a football game and Alabama has had a lot that came down to the final play. It’s a good thing I have a strong heart. Good Lord, that was one hell of a game.
Until next year. 🙂
#RollTide #NationalChampions #17
Now that I’ve got that out of the way, how about a quickie Willy scene from (still untitled) Willy #5?
To set the scene, Dylan (the MC of the story) has asked Randy to come see him in Mistletoe Hill because he needs help with something. Dylan and Randy go way back but this is the first time Dylan’s ever met Willy the elf. Note that this is unedited and the wording will likely change a little before the book is published in early November.
If you read Barry the Lonely Reindeer & His Bashful Elf, you’ll remember Dylan as being Mrs. Claus’ date (though I use that word lightly) at the annual Christmas party.
“Nice to finally meet you, Willy.”
“You have sex with that haggy ho?” he asks without preamble.
“Willy,” Randy hisses.
The elf looks up at him with his hands on his hips.
“What? He was her date, wasn’t he?”
“Uh, no. I did not have sex with that, what was it you called her?” I respond, trying hard not to laugh.
“Haggy ho. She’s an old hag and she’s a ho. Haggy Ho.”
“What Willy is trying to say,” Randy interjects, calling my attention back to him, “is that he’s run out of mean names to call her so he’s making them up as he goes along now.”
“I most definitely did not. I was only there for reasons I’d hoped to talk to Randy about.”
“Good enough. You’d have caught a disease or something so that was smart on your part, though being seen with the bitch surely didn’t win you any favors.”
I take a step back when Willy tries to stand on his knees on the high stool and look over the bar. Randy barely catches him before he takes a tumble to the hardwood.
“What are you doing, elf?” Randy asks, sounding exasperated and humored at the same time.
Willy motions up and down my body.
“I see the front. I want to see if the rear is as nice to look at. I thought it would be rude to ask him to turn around. Well, I saw his rear at the Christmas party but he was wearing a suit. Asses look hotter in jeans and, well, Dylan’s wearing tight ones and-”
He looks up at his reindeer.
Willy’s eyes go to slits before he turns back to the bar with a pout.
“I was just curious is all,” he says softly, his little elf lip poking out. “There ain’t nothin’ wrong with wanting to look at nice things.”
So, as you see Willy’s still his pervy little elf self. I wrote a little on the story while I was out of town. I was literally in bed with the flu when Willy started ‘talking to me’. That’s the way it always works. The story slams into me at the worst possible time. Thankfully, I jotted down some notes and was able to write some when I started feeling a little better. I’m really hoping to get this particular story written early in the year so I have the rest of the year to clean it up. But then again, I’ve said that with the past three stories too and we see how that worked out. *snort*
I’m home now but I really wish I was back out of town with my husband. That’s the longest I’ve ever been away (4 weeks). Normally I’m the worst about planning everything down to the final detail. I don’t do last minute – ever – and when I go on a trip I have to plan it WAY in advance. With this trip, I just went with the flow. It was really nice. I wouldn’t have left when I did if I wouldn’t have had to. I needed to come home and start being a responsible adult again, even if I really didn’t want to. 🙂
That’s it for now. I’m going to try to do more posts in 2018 than in years past. There will be excerpts, quotes, and even a giveaway or two. Next week I may add an excerpt from Finding Alex, that I promise will be published soon. It’s long been finished. Maybe I’ll even add the cover and blurb. I don’t think I’ve done that yet.
If there’s anything else you guys want to see let me know. I’m determined not to disappear so much in 2018. I can’t thank you all enough for sticking with me.
I hope everybody is doing well.
Until next time,