TEASER TUESDAY: I wonder if all writers daydream about who would play their characters in a film version of their book. Every time I read back a scene with Kirk Shuler in it, I can imagine Nathan Fillion reading the part. I dont know why. Personally, I think he looks too young for it, but he pops up in my imagination every time. What do you think? (Unedited excerpt from WIP Parting Burden. Ive used all caps to replace italics.) ADDENDUM: Kirk is Daddy in this one. *smh* Youre not exactly treading the fine line of friendship today, though. Are you trying to piss Daddy off, or are you just naturally a shit disturber? I yam what I yam. Travis shrugged with a look of mock innocence. Youre trouble personified. Thats what you YAM. Now make yourself useful, and tell me what the hell I should take Nana to wear home. I swear shes the original diva. Travis clapped a hand over his eyes and reached past me, pulling out the first hanger his hand touched. One of Nanas old cocktail dresses, from what looked like the early seventies, clung to the hanger. It was hideous. Travis peeked between his fingers and scrunched up his face like hed smelled something disgusting. Agreed. I said. Youre not much help. So, fashion isnt my strong suit. He protested, and then graced me with a broad wink. I have other talents. I would have laughed, but when I looked up, Daddy was standing right behind him. He cleared his throat, loudly, and Travis literally jumped. Id LOVE to hear all about those talents, while you help me get that bed up the stairs. He jerked a thumb over his shoulder, and Travis dropped the dress and skittered out of the room like a spooked cat. Daddy rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and waited for the sound of the front door closing before he grinned. Ha! Good to know I can still keep the boys on their toes. He put an arm around my shoulder and pulled me in for a hug. I wanted to protest, but I was laughing too hard. Youre going to have to step pretty careful, Mi-Mel. He said, suddenly serious. Theres plenty of hard feelings between the Burstrom brothers, already, without you stirring up more trouble. Oh, Daddy! I protested. Im not looking for trouble, or a boyfriend. Ive had enough of all that for a bit. I already told them both that I need friends more than a relationship. I need to take charge of my own life and make my own plans. Yeah, well the best laid plans... He let me go and looked down at me, the corner of his mouth curling up in a wry smile. Youve grown up a lot, Muffin, but youre still my little girl. I trust you, but Im not going to stop watching out for you. I know, Daddy. I swallowed the lump trying to rise in my throat. Just dont be too hard on them, okay? The gypsy-clown and the cocky death-machine rider? He chuckled. They can handle it. Daddy! I shook a finger at him. Alright, alright. Ill try to be good. Youll let me handle it? No matter what? Ill trust you to make your own decisions. He agreed, reluctantly, and then grinned. But if either of those boys hurts you, theyll have to dig up the whole back field to find him.
Posted on: Tue, 04 Mar 2014 19:12:07 +0000