I can't tell you quite yet when my second novel will be published...or how. First things by their nature must come first, and now that Matters of Convenience has been written to completion, what I have elected to do initially is seek representation by a literary agent. Hopefully a successful search will lead to its finding home sweet home at a publishing house en route to the ultimate destination - laid out before you in printed format or on a screen. If the traditional path does not work out, my back up plan (which at this point is fairly traditional in its own right) will be to publish it myself. Either way, the goal is to get it before your eyes and hope you enjoy the tale. Since the time for you to partake of my story in full has not yet arrived, I have decided to present snippets here to whet your appetites. Gentle readers, without further adieu I present a few bite sized morsels from Matters of Convenience.
And on some night in the probably not too distant future, nature would lead them to whichever of their bedrooms was closest at that moment. In this man’s arms, stretched out on either his bed sheets or her own, she would eliminate the final traces of Todd from her everyday consciousness. James would serve as diversion for a week, a month, however long she decided. It was almost as if she had willed him into existence, into standing before her at the precise moment she was willing to accommodate him, arriving not a minute too early or too late.
He mentally prepared for the worst. The last time he’d run into one girlfriend while out with another had not gone well. Perhaps his memory exaggerated it, but his recollection was of a scene that reached the hysteria played out on daytime talk shows when some clueless guy was informed that he was “not the father”. Sonya had no rational reason to get upset. They barely knew each other really. Other than sex, they had shared little and held even less in common. For God’s sake, it had been a struggle to remember her name. Still, he was well aware that the way he viewed his involvement with a woman sometimes did not match how she was seeing it.