A Snippet...
So. This book is going through somewhat of an identity crisis in that I can't decide on a cover image or title, even though I've announced like five different ones... I KNOW.
Anyway. I'm closing in on it, and in no rush because my "Mia" books are my FUN ones, which means I can't put deadlines up.
THAT being said - Here's a little unedited snippet ;-)
“About before,” he started.Corinne froze, her back to him. “It’s not something I talk about. It’s not something I can talk about. Sometimes it all still hurts like it was yesterday.”“I just--”She spun and faced him over the counter. “Chris. Please. You’re writing. This is what you wanted. Let it go.”“I want to be friends. Shit…” He paused. “I sound like an idiot. Why can’t we blur that line a little? Between paid songwriter and friend?”“Because blurring one line, blurs other lines, and I just… Please. I’m okay with you here. I want you to be writing again. I’m okay with being part of that. I just… I have friends. I have family. I have people.”“I don’t.” The words left his mouth before he had time to stop them.Corinne paused in her movements, and he wondered if he’d accidentally played a dirty trick in getting her to sympathize with him. Her mouth opened as if she was going to say something, but she clamped it shut again.“I’m an asshole to my family because I didn’t know how to deal when my dad died. I pulled a ridiculously stereotypical rockstar bullshit move and came to his funeral high on cocaine with a girl. My brother took care of my mom. Took care of everything, and I sat next to them high out of my mind with a woman I barely knew in ridiculously over-priced shoes I bought for her along with a bunch of other shit that I probably bought for her, and I haven’t talked to them since. My band were my friends, but they have to save their own asses, so when I bailed, we just don’t… It’s not the same.”Chris watched her for any sign that his words had affected her.Her face softened. “Quite a confession.”“Yeah...well…” He ran his hand through his hair again. “You’ve been just… I don’t even know how to explain how amazing you’ve been, so it throws me when you say we’re not friends. And I’m sorry if one night together makes you uncomfortable, but it doesn’t make me uncomfortable, and you’ve made it very clear we’re not going there again.” Chris was out of words and exhausted with feeling pathetic.Corinne rested her fingertips on her eyelids for a moment before pulling in a long breath. “We’re friends, Chris, but I don’t trust you.”Right. And why should she? Especially after his idiotic confession. “Smart move.”“So.” A corner of her mouth kicked up in a half smile. “Tea?”
“Thanks.” For a million things he had no idea how to voice.
PROMISE to put up actual news when I have it...
~ Mia
Anyway. I'm closing in on it, and in no rush because my "Mia" books are my FUN ones, which means I can't put deadlines up.
THAT being said - Here's a little unedited snippet ;-)
“About before,” he started.Corinne froze, her back to him. “It’s not something I talk about. It’s not something I can talk about. Sometimes it all still hurts like it was yesterday.”“I just--”She spun and faced him over the counter. “Chris. Please. You’re writing. This is what you wanted. Let it go.”“I want to be friends. Shit…” He paused. “I sound like an idiot. Why can’t we blur that line a little? Between paid songwriter and friend?”“Because blurring one line, blurs other lines, and I just… Please. I’m okay with you here. I want you to be writing again. I’m okay with being part of that. I just… I have friends. I have family. I have people.”“I don’t.” The words left his mouth before he had time to stop them.Corinne paused in her movements, and he wondered if he’d accidentally played a dirty trick in getting her to sympathize with him. Her mouth opened as if she was going to say something, but she clamped it shut again.“I’m an asshole to my family because I didn’t know how to deal when my dad died. I pulled a ridiculously stereotypical rockstar bullshit move and came to his funeral high on cocaine with a girl. My brother took care of my mom. Took care of everything, and I sat next to them high out of my mind with a woman I barely knew in ridiculously over-priced shoes I bought for her along with a bunch of other shit that I probably bought for her, and I haven’t talked to them since. My band were my friends, but they have to save their own asses, so when I bailed, we just don’t… It’s not the same.”Chris watched her for any sign that his words had affected her.Her face softened. “Quite a confession.”“Yeah...well…” He ran his hand through his hair again. “You’ve been just… I don’t even know how to explain how amazing you’ve been, so it throws me when you say we’re not friends. And I’m sorry if one night together makes you uncomfortable, but it doesn’t make me uncomfortable, and you’ve made it very clear we’re not going there again.” Chris was out of words and exhausted with feeling pathetic.Corinne rested her fingertips on her eyelids for a moment before pulling in a long breath. “We’re friends, Chris, but I don’t trust you.”Right. And why should she? Especially after his idiotic confession. “Smart move.”“So.” A corner of her mouth kicked up in a half smile. “Tea?”
“Thanks.” For a million things he had no idea how to voice.
PROMISE to put up actual news when I have it...
~ Mia
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