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Waiting in the Wings by S.L. Danielson & Cheryl Headford: Exclusive Excerpt!

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Exclusive Excerpt from Waiting in the Wings

by S.L. Danielson & Cheryl Headford

Gently pushing Vince out of the way, Asher walked over to the computer and sat down.

Erik’s face appeared on the screen. “Morning, sleepyheads. How are you guys?”

“Oh, we’re great, just grand. Have a good night last night? Good gig? Nothing missing, was there?” Asher’s voice was so cold it could have frozen a path to hell.

“Something missing?” Erik paused for a second before he caught on to the reference. “You mean the wristband? Hon, I’ve no idea where it went. We looked all over and still couldn’t find it. Only thing we can figure is that it got lost in the moving process. I promise I’ll make sure it’s found, it means a lot to me, just like you do.” He looked softly at the screen. “I miss you, baby. Daisy misses you, too. Hey Vince. Keeping my man company?”

Vince could only nod at first. “Yeah. Trying to.”

“You guys don’t look so good. Is it too early over there or did you have a late night?” Erik sounded concerned.

“Yeah,” Asher said softly, “I think I know just how much the wristband means to you, and believe me, I have plenty of evidence of exactly how much I mean to you.” His voice shook, and he kept his head down. 

Erik sat forward in his seat. “Evidence? What’re you talking about?” He froze. “Asher…please tell me what you’re—”

“Who is he? How long have you been—” Asher stopped, his voice sounding choked with tears. “How long did it take you to replace me?”

“Replace you? No one can replace you!” Erik shot back. “Who the fuck are you talking about? Show me this evidence you have!” His soft look vanished and now his eyes glared back at the monitor. Motion behind him disturbed the picture, but as it resolved, Billy joined the scene.

“Dude…what the fuck? Hey, Vince!”

Vince felt like his heart might burst. He brushed tears off his face quickly. “Billy.”

Billy and Erik glanced at each other. “What’s going on over there?”

“What’s going on? You can ask that? It doesn’t matter what evidence we have. You know what happened. You cheated on us. Both of you! How could you? How the fuck could you? You’re a big ass singer now, let loose in the big city with the world at your feet. No doubt people are throwing themselves at you, but I never thought for a moment…” Asher wiped his eyes and laughed bitterly. “No, actually, I did think. I did know. I let myself believe you were different, that you were honest and truthful and strong, and I let myself believe you loved me. Trust me that’s not a mistake I’m ever going to make again.”

“Asher…” Erik paused. “I admit it,” he finally said quietly. “I was drunk, and so was he. He kissed me, and I kissed him back. We all went to a club together and…it doesn’t matter.” He shook his head. “The point is it happened, and I let it happen, even though I ended it. It never went any further than that, but it was enough to break my pledge to you.” He turned away from the camera, and Billy took over.

“Vince? It wasn’t planned. I’ll tell you that with all my heart. Like Erik said, we were drunk, and I was in a horrid mood, and…” He stopped, realizing how weak he sounded. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter at all, does it?” He reached up to the screen as if he could touch his boyfriend through it. “I’m so, so sorry, Vince. I hate myself for what I did.”

“Oh really? You hate yourself for kissing the man who’s been after you forever?” Vince flipped over the photo and stared at Billy and Connor kissing. “I knew I recognized him. I don’t remember his name, but he was there that night at the party. He’s wanted you for so long. Well, fine! Let him have you! You just ended us!” Fresh tears streamed down his face as he sat on the sofa’s edge.

“Wait!” Billy yelled as he looked at Erik. “Fuck! What the fuck did we do?”

“What did you do?” Asher asked quietly. “I’ll tell you what you did, both of you. You screwed up our lives…both of us.” He half turned and hooked Vince with one arm, pulling him into a hug. Vince rested his head on Asher’s shoulder and hid in his hair, sobbing, unable to look at the screen. “Take a good look, Billy. This is what you did. Proud of yourself? And as for you…  If you think I’m going to crumble and fall apart, think again. You’d better not come back here, because if I see your face again, I’m going to pound it into mincemeat.” Reaching up, Asher ripped the necklace from his neck, threw it at the screen, then disconnected the call.

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Honorary Blogger Cheryl Headford: My Writing Process + Excerpt & Giveaway!


My Writing Process

by Cheryl Headford

To me writing is like breathing. I can’t live without it. I get restless and unhappy if I am unable to write for any lengthy period of time and I am never happier than when lost in my own words. Writing has got me through tough times.

I do most of my writing sitting on the sofa in my tiny living room, surrounded by cats and balancing my laptop on a rickety old Ikea lap table) not the one that sits on your lap but the one that has one leg with a splayed foot at the bottom that you slide under the chair) It’s so old and rickety that I can’t even put my coffee cup on in next to the laptop anymore because it slides right off.

Strangely, when I’m writing on my laptop, I have to have quiet. I can’t listen to music or watch television. I don’t have a television anymore, since my son took to his room (or should I say cockpit as it looks more like the bridge of The Enterprise than a bedroom) I usually have a couple of PC games open, like Fantasy Mosaics or logic puzzles, that I do in between writing if I get stuck or need a moment out of the scene. Otherwise I don’t really have much awareness of the room around me because I’m living the story with my characters. In fact, that continues even after I stop writing. I often channel one or other of the characters for most of the time I’m writing the book, and sometimes for a period afterwards. That’s why I love to write characters like Draven because he is so much fun to be. I had an absolute blast making jam sandwiches the Draven way, but my son was not impressed.

I’m not happy to only write at home, though. When I had to catch a train to work, I would write (in my head) on the way to the station, (in a book) on the station and on the train, and (in my head) from the station to work. These days, my son is at college and I spend a lot of time waiting for him in a coffee shop, and of course I write. I like to write with ink pens. Sometimes, if I’m doing research, I like to keep notes of the research in a book, with plastic pockets, summarized by a visual essay. I can tell at a glance at the visual essay what the notes in that pocket are about. Quite often, I write the essay if not the notes with dip pens and coloured inks.

I am a total pantser and I don’t plan anything before I start writing. I usually have one or two scenes in mind, and maybe a loose storyline, and of course the characters. I then open a word document and just start writing. I see where things take me. If the story is strong enough, it will simply carry me along. Because I am living it, seeing what the characters see, hearing what they hear, feeling what they feel, it’s easy to let the story flow and so what if I don’t know where it ends until I get there because that just makes it more fun writing it.

Sometimes I come to a situation where I know where I want the story to go, but I don’t know how to get there. Then, I have to figure out scenarios and test out hypotheses to find a way that fits the story and the characters. Occasionally I have to re write earlier bits for continuity and to make better sense, but I’d say situations like this only crop up once or twice a book. It’s easier when writing fantasy because you don’t have to logic test everything. Magic is a great means of getting fantastical, even impossible things done. Continue reading

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