Last week I submitted my manuscript to prospective publishers, and two days later, I went to my college homecoming. In a bizarre twist, the alumni lacrosse team descended upon our tailgate. One of the attendees brought a green pick-up truck.
Why is this bizarre? Take a look at this snippet from chapter 3 of my upcoming novella Catching a Pixie:
The north field was packed with cars, but I managed to spot my brother gathered around a grill with his lacrosse teammates.
Typical guys, they were all in T-shirts and jeans, not a sweatshirt in the bunch. Meanwhile, I was still bundled up in a coat and mittens—thankfully, since the beer I was holding would have turned my fingers numb.
We waved at him before settling into a pair of blue canvas chairs a few spots over. We’d only been there a few minutes before Gabby turned to me and said, “That guy is totally checking you out.”
I whipped around. “Where?”
Keeping her hand near her lap, she pointed across the way. “Down there. See Sean by the grill? There’s a tall guy to his left, sitting on the bed of the green pickup truck.”
I glanced over. Hmm, cute. Well built, nice smile, not bad. But also, not looking at me. “No he’s not.”
She shrugged. “Well, he was.” A minute later she nudged me again. “Linds, he is definitely checking you out.”
I peeked over again and this time he was looking. Our eyes met and he flashed me a smile. Squee!
It looks like my imagination isn’t just vivid, it’s incredibly accurate as well. There were blue chairs as well, but they were farther down the row…where Lindsay and Gabby would have been sitting.
AND there was a younger player with curly brown hair and long eyelashes who was the mirror image of Sean–the hero of my next book Counting on Him!
I would have loved to have gotten his photo, but wasn’t sure how to start that conversation. “Hey, I’m a romance writer old enough to be your mother. You look just like the sexy hero in my book. Do you mind if I take your picture and post it on my blog?” Yeah that wouldn’t have been at all creepy. :0