NaNoWriMo 2013 ~ Day 10

Today I did 1682 which brings my total to 16856.  I could have written more but hey it's my off day so I played around a little.  I even long into the Twitter account I had made for my main character a few years ago. (@SassySandraJ --If you're interested.)  I'm not sure how often I'll be updating her account I guess it depends on how often she tell me to.

Here's an excerpt for today:

I was on the elliptical getting my sweat on when my cell phone rang.  Mrs. Alma had gotten to work by then so she grabbed it and brought it to me and put it on speaker.

                “Run, your mouth,” I said.

                “Sassy, um, I was calling to give you Ma’s funeral arrangements.” It was Danny. I hopped down off the elliptical and took the phone from Mrs. Alma.  I walked over to my desk and listened as he told me the information.  “Thanks, sweetie, I really appreciate you calling me.”

                “I could tell that you cared about Ma so I thought you should be able to say goodbye to her.”

I told him to let me know if he needed anything before we ended the call.  It had been years since I had been to a funeral and I wasn’t really looking forward to going to another one but I wanted to do it for Danny.

I went home and took another shower after my workout and made it back to the office just in time to meet Maurice Bryant in the parking lot.  He said that he recognized me from my Facebook page.  I guess the social media thing was paying off.

Maurice was a couple inches taller than I with almost the same build.  He was basically a male version of me and if I didn’t know any better I would have thought we were related.

                “You look a lot nicer in person.”

                “I’m not always that serious. That was my business face.”

We shared a laughed. Dang, we kind of sounded the same.  Creepy. Well they did say everyone had a twin. Maybe Maurice was mine, sort of.  I asked him if he had any more information to tell me about his ex-wife that I needed to know about.

                “Last I heard she was stripping at some club on Brooks Road,” he said, sitting down across from me.  He handed me a picture of her.  She kind of looked like Lisa Raye when she played Diamond on Player’s Club.  I am completely heterosexual but I couldn’t help but to notice how her behind swallowed the red g-string she wore.  “Her name is Diane but she goes by Lady D.”

                “Okay, so you’re trying to get custody of your kids. Boy and a girl?”

                “Two girls.  I don’t want Diane teaching them her nasty ways.  Don’t look at me that way.  I know you think I’m crazy.  I know most men would think that this is a man’s dream come true.  But I am a man of God and I think things like this should be kept in the bedroom.”

Okay, that answered my unspoken question.  He didn’t like the fact that his former wife was shaking her money maker for the masses.  I mean I could see him having an issue with the drugs and maybe even the alcohol.  As far as the dancing, I mean I’m sure other strippers have raised well rounded children. Maybe…

                “Will you take the case?”

                “I’ve never turned down a challenge.”

I printed out the contract for him to sign and handed it to him.  While Maurice read the paper work, I went on Facebook and updated my profile picture.  I hoped that maybe I would get more business if I had a happy photo.  Maurice put a cashier’s check on top of the signed form.  I did a double take at the check.

                “This is twice as much as my fee.”

                “Think of it as a tip for having to go into the den of iniquity.”

I shook his hand and walked him to the door.  “I’ll see what I can do but didn’t the judge know that Diane was doing all of these things when you got divorced?”

                “That’s just it.  I never had any proof and she showed up to court looking like the first lady of the church.”

                “What about the flyer?”

                “Someone just sent me that as a sick joke, as if I was interested in such vile things.”

I wanted to burst out laughing but I remained professional.  Brother Maurice wasn’t as saved as he said he was.  I’m sure he could have looked through photo albums or scrapbooks and found any picture of Diane but he chose to print out the booty picture.  Of course he may have just been trying to make a point.  

NaNoWriMo 2013 ~ Day 9

Since today is Saturday, I was hoping to type a whole lot but life got in the way.  Anyway, I did pretty good by getting in 1,692 words.  This brings my total for NaNoWriMo to 15,174.  It's all good baby baby. (In my Biggie voice)

He's an excerpt from what I wrote today:

I logged onto my computer and began doing some research on child custody laws in preparation for my meeting Friday.  Jason sent me a text saying not to worry about dinner because he would bring Papa John’s Pizza.  I told him that sounded great to me.

                “Why you got that big, goofy grin on your face?”

     I laughed, “What do you mean? “

                “I’ve been watching you the last couple of days.  Just now when you were messaging somebody, you all smiles all of a sudden.  You getting some ain’t you?” She said walking over to my desk.

                “Mrs. Alma!”

                “Oh yes, you’re getting some cause if you weren’t you would have just said no.  Maybe you’re about to follow your mom’s advice and have some babies,” this coming from a woman who didn’t have her first child until she was 41.           

                “No ma’am, it’s not even that serious.”

                “Well whatever, serious or laugh out loud funny, at least you’re getting some.”

                “Mrs. Alma, what am I going to do with you?”

                “Pay me,” she held out her hand.  I wrote out her check and handed it to her.  “And I know you’re getting it from a young man cause old men don’t text, they call.”

She had a point but I didn’t want to tell her that was not the only reason that he sent text messages.  Not that I was ashamed of him, I just didn’t feel like it was any of her business.  Plus, I still found it unusual that a guy that young and that handsome was unattached.  He was not the quiet choir boy type and he was definitely not a virgin based on that performance he gave me.

Jason knocked on my door at 6 pm.  I took the boxes of pizza and the drink from him so he could go back to his truck to get the video game.  He asked me if I wanted to eat first or play the game first. I gave him a duh look and he laughed and went over to the sink to wash his hands.  I washed my hands when he was done and pulled plates and glasses out of the cabinet.

We talked a bit while we ate.  He was so animated when he talked that I was sure if he wasn’t deaf he could of definitely been an actor.

                “I had to go to this lady’s house today and boy was her breath stinky.  She was breathing all in my face.”

                “She wanted to kiss you,” I laughed

                “With all that lipstick and her huge teeth, it was creepy like she was gonna eat my head.”

    “Oh my goodness.  Yeah, she was gonna eat your head alright.”

    “I just didn’t know why she had to get so close to me.  I was like ewwwww.”

    “Maybe she thought that was the only way you would understand what she's saying.”

    “Would you want someone with hot and musty breath mixed with coffee, cigarette smoke, and munchies breathing on you?

   “Hell to the no. That’s gross.”

                “For most people I would need 5 feet of personal space but for her I needed 15 feet.”

I was laughing so hard at him that I almost fell out of my chair.  I’m glad I hadn’t encountered many funky people in my line of work but of course anything could happen.

After dinner we played all kinds of games. I was kind of a sore loser so every time I got sick of getting killed or beat up I asked him if we could play another game.  He didn’t seem like he was irritated but I began to irritate myself after the fifth one.

                 

NaNoWriMo 2013 ~ Day 8

I wrote 1728 words today so my total word count is a whopping 13482. Get it, girl!

Since I will have a 3 day weekend, I'm hoping to write a lot.  Not sure if I'll be able to do that but wishful thinking is fun.

Here's today's excerpt:

My mother of all people was sitting behind my desk when I walked in.  I looked over at Mrs. Alma.

                “Don’t say a word to her.  If you had called and said hey, kiss my ass or something, I wouldn’t be here.”

                “Mom, I have work to do.”

                “You always have work to do but I need to talk to you.”

I just stood there and sighed. Mrs. Alma said she had some errands to run and left.  My mom and I never had the best of relationships because she sent me to live with my aunt when I was very young and I never knew why.  I wasn't the oldest or the youngest so I didn’t get it.  I always wanted to ask her but never wanted to open that can of worms.  We have at least been on speaking terms a few times out of the year but I had been avoiding her for the last year.

                “Have you talked to Carl?” Here we go.

                “No ma’am I haven’t and I don’t want to.”

                “Why not he’s a good man and he’s still in love with you?”

                “Oh yeah, I guess you would think a guy that likes to play ping pong with your face a good man.”

                “Girl, grow up.  Everyone gets into it sometimes.  That’s part of life.  You’re not getting any younger, Sandra.  You need a husband. What about kids?”

                “I am not in a hurry.  I want what I want and I will not settle for just any old dude.”

                “Well when you’re old and lonely you’re gonna wish you had listened to me.”

                “Are you done?”

                “You are the most spoiled, the most ungrateful…”

                “Mom, please. You said what you had to say, but I don’t have to do what you want and I most certainly don’t have to agree with it.  I’m an adult.  Why would you wait over 30 years to be a mother to me?”

She leaned back in my chair like I had slapped her.  “What are you trying to say?  I’ve always been there for you.”

                “Really mom really? Last time I checked Aunt Essie was the one who read to me at night.  Aunt Essie was the one that fed me.  Aunt Essie was the one that talked to me about my period and boys and birth control and every single thing I learned is because of Aunt Essie.  Where were you Mom?”

                “I saw something in you that I couldn’t nurture.  I didn’t have the book smarts and probably not enough common sense to help you be who you were meant to be.”

I thought that was a bullshit answer but I didn’t say anything.   Mom couldn’t stand the awkward silence so she got up and walked to me. 

                “I love you Sandra.  I know people are not supposed to have favorite children but you are my favorite.  If I had kept you, you would have ended up like your other sisters.  You and the twins are the best kids I’ve ever had.”

Still not a great response but I guessed that was the best she could do.  So I hugged her and thanked her for coming to see me.

After Mom left, I wanted to call Carl and give him a piece of my mind but I didn’t feel like being bothered.  I texted Jason instead.  He responded back asking me what I was up to.  I told him that I needed a stress reliever and he asked if I wanted to go to the gym.  That wasn’t exactly the type of workout I had in mind but I took him up on the offer.

NaNoWriMo 2013 Update ~ Day 7

I was feeling sorry for myself yesterday because I only wrote 524 words.  When I woke up this morning I was determined to get back on track and I did. *doing happy dance*  Today I wrote 2,174 words bringing my total to 11,754. Yippee skippee!!

Here's today's excerpt:

                “Hello, Mrs. Hammer, is now a good time for me to come over?”

                “No, mother isn’t feeling well. Can’t you just tell me what you need to say over the phone?”

I told her that I hadn’t talked to Danny but that I heard from a friend of his that he was okay. 

                “Is that it?  You were going to come all the way here to tell me that? I don’t know what you’re up to…”

                “I don’t live very far from you plus I like handling business face to face whenever possible.  I do apologize if that is an inconvenience for you.”

                “It’s not so much an inconvenience, I just don’t true a lot of people.”

I wanted to scream laughter in her ear. I couldn’t believe that statement came from the lips of a woman who was not trusted by her own mother.

                “Please give my well wishes to Mrs. Long.  I’ll be in touch.” Like white on rice baby.

Now that was the kind of woman that drove a person to drink, not that I needed an excuse.  I opened the fridge and a bottle of apple vodka looked out at me.

I heard you had a main chick, a mistress and some hoes. You be up to no good and everybody knows. My homegirls tried to warn me, they tried to let me know. But what you got I need a lot so I can’t let you go.

I woke up at 1:00 am covered with sweat.  Whew, I had forgotten to turn the air on when I got home.  Those dreams were really starting to get on my nerves.  I couldn’t really tell who the dream was about because everyone’s faces were blurry.  I was at a house party and that J. Cole song was playing.  I was dancing with some faceless dude and he kept grabbing my ass.  I didn’t know the guy from Adam so eventually I punched him and ran out of the house.  It was very hot outside and I wasn’t sure where I was running to because nothing around me looked familiar.  All of a sudden a bunch of women were chasing me telling me to leave they man alone.   Before I could find out who they were talking about I woke up.

Damn, I hadn’t had one man in over a year so I sure hadn’t had 20. I looked at my phone, still no text from Jason.  Maybe my imagination was telling me something was up with that cat.  I guess I would find out soon enough.

After I got cooled off I climbed back into bed and prayed that no more dreams would plague me for the rest of the night.

NaNoWriMo 2013 ~ Day 5

Today is day 5 and my word count is 9,056 which means I have 40,944 to go.

At the rate that I'm writing I may finish 2 days early. Now 5 to 10 days early would really make me feel like a billion bucks, but I'm not going to stress myself out too much.

Here's an excerpt from today:

The truck was in front  of my small apartment complex when I pulled up.  I parked and walked to the driver side.

                “Hi, I’m Sassy Johnson, you looking for me.” The guy didn’t respond.  He was reading something and I guess he didn’t want to lose his train of thought.  I took the opportunity to admire him.  My preference was dark chocolate but he was the tastiest looking piece of caramel I had ever seen.

                “Sassy?” he asked looking up at me.

                “Yep, that’s me. You got a problem with it?

He looked confused.  I couldn’t help but laugh at his expression.  Then the most beautiful smile spread across that man’s face.  I nearly peed my pants.

I stepped aside when he grabbed his bag and put his hand on the door. He was maybe 3 inches taller than my 5’6. He was weighed between 170 – 180 with a nice amount of muscle.  When he shut the door I caught a glimpse of that ass. This guy had me turning into a female version of Brian.

He held out his hand to me,”I’m Jason Quince.”

                “I’m so glad you’re here. I hope you can help a sister out.” He hesitated a minute.

                “Yes, I came to help you.” That smile crossed his face again.

I smiled back. He was looking at my mouth in fact he looked at my mouth whenever I said anything.  I wasn’t sure if he was admiring my smile or just watching my lips. A thought crossed my mind.  I turned and beckoned for him to follow me.  “I show hope you give me some of that dick today,” I said making sure my back was to him. Nothing. I stopped and turned to him. 

                “What’s wrong, you forgot your keys?”

                “Nope, I want to ask you a question.”

He face became really serious. “What is it?” There it was that tell-tale sign in his voice. I had been too busy admiring his body to notice it at first.

                “Are you deaf?”

He nodded.  I didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable I just didn’t want to assume anything.

                “It’s okay, I was just wondering.” I smiled again to reassure him that everything was all good.

                “Hey, I’m still good at what I do.”

I put my hand on his shoulder. Oooo nice. “I have no doubt. Come and fix my computer.”  There was that smile again.