Life was pretty good. I was eighteen months into my parole, and was staying out of trouble. I had a job. Heck, I had my own company, and with it came money. Not a lot at first, but it was starting to pick up. I had a girl now, too, who accepted me with all
Yes, I know I haven’t been writing here as much as I probably should. But I’ve been productive in the other writing arena, at least up until today. 2,500 words since the first of April, and that’s better than half of what I wrote during the entire month of March, (4,500) so I’m getting somewhere–at
This story was inspired by the Steve Perry, Neal Schon, and Jonathan Cain song of the same title performed by Journey on the album Escape. The lyrics about a small-town girl and a city boy from Detroit, the loneliness of the smoky room have always created vivid images in my mind. When I finally decided to do something about the stuff rolling around in my head, this story came to mind.
Here’s the first chapter. There’s a lot more of it done – over 14,000 words right now. I probably won’t post any more for a while, but this should give you a taste.