It's a new dawn. It's a new day.

Now that my latest book is published and live on Amazon, I will be starting to write the sequel to my first book, The Awful Truth of Loving.  While compiling You + Me and waiting for the copyright to come back, I wrote little bits of the sequel here and there.  I'm glad I did because it's a nice little bread crumb trail leading me down the path of the story I wanted to tell.  Not everything is fleshed out yet, not even close, but here's a taste of something you can expect to read in case you're curious:



Accidental Babies

Ramona was able to get Anderson to calm down enough to meet her in West Hollywood for coffee.  He was usually so confident and relaxed, but when she saw him walk through the door of Queens Road Café, she was surprised to see he was really nervous.

Ramona stood up and waved him over to the table she had gotten for them.  He gave a slight nod and removed his sunglasses with orange frames.  She went in for a hug as he went in to shake her hand.  They paused and laughed nervously before deciding to just sit down.

“Hey,” Ramona said trying to over-compensate how nervous she felt by making direct eye contact.  “Thanks for meeting me.”

“Ain’t no thang,” he replied unable to make any eye contact at all.  “Uh, do they serve alcohol here?”

“I don’t think so.  It’s just a coffee shop.  They have food if you---.”

“Naw, naw, I’m not hungry...just thirsty.”

Just then, a waitress walked up to their table asking, “Can I get you anything to drink?”

Anderson looked down at the table as if this were the hardest question anyone could have asked him at that moment.

“He’ll just have a water with some lemon, thanks,” Ramona answered for him. 

The waitress left them alone again. 

“So...what do we do now?” Anderson asked after a long silence.

Ramona shrugged.  “I have no idea,” she replied.  “I’ve never had this happen before.”

“I don’t mean to sound like a dick, but...are you sure it’s---.”

“Yes, I’m sure.”  She paused.  “You’re the only one I’ve been with this year...unless this is immaculate conception, in which case God really does have fucked-up sense of humour because I’ve never been to church a day in my life.”  Anderson suddenly saw how nervous Ramona was and instinctively reached across the table for her hand.  She instinctively took it.  “I don’t want you to think I planned this, Andy.”

He finally looked at her.  “Mona, I don’t.”

Andy was the only one who called her “Mona” besides her mother, but Ramona hadn’t heard her mother call her that for nearly ten years.