Life Travels On

A few months ago I talked about what my plans were for my novel. Since that time I have finished editing it, and I even printed off a few manuscripts to send for submission. However, like most of the stages of this project that's about as far as I got. I did some thinking and I realized that I really don't care if I get published. I simply want to share my work with others. Initially I was going to put my entire book on this site so that people could read through it page by page on my site. You would then have the option of paying a small few for the .PDF version, or you could buy the paperback through Lulu.com. I got through the first couple of chapters and realized that probably wasn't the best approach. It was taking too much time to convert the text to an reasonable page by page format. Instead, I decided to put just the Prologue on my site with a link to the paperback and the free .PDF. I feel I have already written enough in the past about this novel so without further ado I am throwing my work out to the interwebs. I hope you enjoy it.

Prologue

“Lawrence!”

“Lawrence?”

“I’m upstairs”

“Can you come down here? I have something to tell you.”

“Can’t it wait ‘til later?”

“Lawrence please come downstairs.”

“I’m in the middle of writing something. I’ll come down when I’m done.”

“Jeffery Lawrence come down here now!”

Since his mother used his first name, Lawrence realized it was important. She was the only one who called him Jeffery and no one ever called him Larry.

Grudgingly he replied, “Aw right I’m comin.”

He put down his notebook and stashed his pen in his pocket. He got off his black metal futon and made his way to the door. As he walked around the piles of clothes strewn on the floor, he desperately hoped his current train of thought would not escape him. He turned off his black light, snuffed out the burning incense, and closed the door behind him.

He walked down the narrow staircase wondering what he had done wrong now. He loved his mother, but every time she needed to talk to him he felt like he as the key witness at a congressional hearing. Their talks would start out peaceful, with him and his mother talking about current events involving them. But somehow their chats almost always turned into a battle of rhetoric.

When he reached the bottom of the steps his mother was not in sight. “Mom?” he called out.

“I’m in the family room Lawrence.”