Hi, It’s Story time Tuesday Katey
For as long as I can remember, it has always been an end goal of mine to write a book. I’d actually love to be a best-selling author, but I thought starting with one book would be more feasible.
If you were to look at the notes app on my phone, you’d find at least a dozen starts at ideas for my debut novel. I was hoping to use some of these blog posts to showcase the first chapter of what could (fingers crossed) hopefully develop into something someday. I’d love it if you all could be my editors and let me know your thoughts. Would you read a whole novel about this, etc. I’ll put a comment section at the end of this or you can email me your thoughts - ktwrites21@gmail.com !
Working title: Sometimes Love
To your sometimes love: passionate, beautiful, and temporary
If you’re looking for a love story, this isn’t one. Sure, there’s love and all its crazy beautifulness, but the guy and the girl do not end up together in this story. Before you question why this story should be read, let me explain the beauty of a sometimes love and how even though it isn’t a forever love, it’s almost better than that. It’s the love that you compare everything else to for years to come. It’s messy and painful, yet perfect in the sense that it has an ending. It began, it lasted for a while, and then, ultimately, it ended.
It began at school. I was reading, of course. It was a particularly juicy part of the book and I quickly looked around to make sure no one had noticed the flush that was surely making its way across my face. I thought I was in the clear until I heard a chuckle.
“Page 73?” the voice said.
How did he know? If my face wasn’t red already, it sure was now. I nodded.
“My sister read that book last week and her face looked exactly the same way as yours does now. She told me, in graphic detail, all about page 73. It’s funny how words like ‘manhood’ can make a woman blush. No one goes around saying things like ‘manhood’ or ‘throbbing’ and yet, here they are making modern-day women go red in the face. Hi, I’m Jake.”
Like they do in the books, I froze. Completely unable to say anything other than a mix of garbled sounds that were supposed to be, “hi”, I just stared and nodded as if this was an appropriate response. He laughed and began packing up his things. Desperate to at least try to conjure up an audible word, I cleared my throat.
“In case you were wondering, page 73 isn’t even the most graphic part. Wait until page 123.” he added.
“Oh, you read it?”
“Yes, but only because my sister forced me to. She usually has great taste in books. This one was not one of her usual picks.”
“Did you like it? Should I keep reading?” I asked knowing full well I didn’t have it in me to ever not finish a book.
“Sure, what’s not to like about throbbing manhoods?”
If I could have pulled out my camera and taken a picture of Jake’s face I would have. No one can casually say manhood that many times and look as unfazed as he did.
Looking back on our relationship, I think this was the moment that I knew Jake would have a place in my heart forever. I’d read enough love stories to know that moments like these when your heart flutters a little differently - like it is trying to signal to you that you should listen - are the moments that oftentimes become some of your favorite memories. I have always dreamed of a love that made others jealous and the look on Jake’s face in that moment was one that made my heart flutter.
Not wanting to risk anything, I jumped headfirst. “We should grab a cup of coffee and compare notes once I’m done reading. I’d love to hear more about your thoughts on manhoods. Oh, and I’m Blair.”
Check back next Tuesday for the next part of the story! Drop your thoughts, comments, opinions below!
XOXO,
Katey