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Laura Book 4 Chapter 9

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We’re all chickenshits about something, Laura. The real plight of characters in books, though, is that our authors feel compelled to strew our secrets all over the frickin’ place, and readers feel compelled to read it. We deserve compensation! I’ll talk to our author. Maybe she can write in some extra occasions of king-sized beds. Being skin-on-skin with Claudia can make the most dastardly things somehow livable. Any remote possibility being with Holly does the same for you? 😉

In the meantime…

 

Chapter 9

Sunday night found McCallister on Granger Bridge with Holly’s head resting in her lap. Gently, she stroked her forehead to bring sleep, but as her breathing slowed, she sensed a clock ticking faster.

For seemingly endless hours that weekend, she reclined on the chaise lounge in Holly’s studio, feeling her eyes on her naked back, hearing her pencil give it form. A thousand times she tried to evoke enough courage to call her name, to roll over, face her, and just say it. And a thousand times, she failed. Monday would come, and they would be swept into routine. Time was running out.

“Hol?”

Softly, she moaned but barely stirred.

“Hol, are you still awake?” She knew she wasn’t, but it was more a plea for her to return. “Hol?”

She mumbled, “Please tell me it’s not a jumper.”

“No. All’s quiet.”

“That’s good,” she said and snuggled into her.

“Hol, I need to tell you something.”

“Go ahead, babe.”

She stroked her head a moment longer and then said, “Hol, the woman who had the accident, the woman who can’t remember…” She found herself unable to utter the words. But, she knew she had to, even though she feared Holly’s reaction. Would telling her make it real—blow a hole clean through her reality—or would Holly see right through it and tell her it was all in her head? Either way, though, she knew she needed it to end: an agony that catapulted her between the extremes of hope and despair.

She thought Holly had drifted back to sleep so her sudden voice startled her.

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I’ll Be Damned

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Ladies and gentlemen, make sure you’re sitting down!

The author has finally finished a first draft, but it is not Laura’s book. No siree, Sam, it is Laura’s League, Lesbian Adventure Club: Book 12.

I have no clue how long it will take her to do edits. Her goal was to have it out this month, but I’m not sure she’ll pull that off. But still, it’s close! I will keep you posted on our prodding and her progress.

In the meantime, here’s the prologue I swiped. I have a feeling she would eviscerate me if I took more of this one, so I will behave … unless, of course, the edits take her too long.

Prologue

Claudia lay on my chest, and her hand rested on my belly. With my arm around her, I pulled her a bit closer as I tried to spy the moon—even a star would do—through our porch’s glass ceiling. Nothing. Not a goddamn thing but darkness.

“Are you sure we should be here?” Susan asked from her spot on the other end of the porch.

“Of course you should be here,” Claudia answered without hesitation. “It’s a Lesbian Adventure Club day. Of course you should be here. We all should be here.”

“I just don’t want to make anything worse,” she responded.

“Me, either,” Alison said.

Claudia repeated, “We all should be here.”

“Then maybe we shouldn’t be lying together as couples,” Janice suggested.

For that one, Claudia did not have a response at the ready. I didn’t either, but I knew I was precisely where I needed to be. I withdrew my attention from the celestial ceiling and kissed her forehead.

“Let’s just see how it goes,” she finally said. “We’ll know what to do.”

Quiet overtook the room, and yet, I sensed great activity, as though the churning of minds became a tactile thing.

In an ominous whisper, Alison asked, “Things aren’t going to change, are they?”

“No.”

“No.”

“No way.”

“If they do, it will be for the better.”

I didn’t have a response for that one either. Things had already changed, and I loathed it. But we’d need time before it became obvious whether we happened upon a nasty bump in the road or truly went off the edge of a cliff.

“Being here like this ensures they won’t change,” Claudia said and then repeated, “We all should be here.”

“But that’s the problem: We all can’t be here.”

A thick silence oozed over us.

She took to stroking my arm, and I focused on the sensation.

After a moment, she inquired, “Anybody know what time it is?”

“Ten to nine,” Maggie told her.

“Twenty minutes until she gets here,” she distractedly said.

Twenty minutes: the blink of an eye and an eternity; desired and dreaded; real-world ticking in a place that proved surreal.

I pulled her closer, and we bided the passage of time.

 

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Remembering Ourselves

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Hello? Anybody out there? Anybody at all remember us?

We are miserably stuck, one foot in LAC 12 and the other in LAC 13. If she moves them any further apart, we will be forced to do the splits. Not a pretty sight. Although, cheerleaders can do the splits. I sure as hell am not a cheerleader, but I do sleep with one.

I’m rambling, not making sense. That tends to happen when your entire fictional world comes to a screeching halt because someone cut the power. She is diverting all resources to the fourth Laura book. Why the hell she writes Laura books is a mystery to me.

Let it be known, though, that we are beginning to stir in our catatonic states. Perhaps some Road Swill would help. Perhaps cutting her power. Perhaps simply taking over, calling our own shots. We have done that before. Okay, that little fact just may explain why she resorts to catatonia. Still, we have a right to exist! Okay, maybe that is a ‘write’ to exist. Still, we have our rights! We just don’t want the right to remain silent. Still…

 

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DWD Update

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Greetings, all you denizens of 2011!

We sure have been quiet, huh? The author has been hushing us, keeping us in kind of a surreal suspension in Stalemate’s final scene. Not a bad deal, but from what I’ve managed to ascertain in my sleepy, attached-to-Claudia state…

The author is in the midst of Laura’s fourth mystery, plugging away like a real trooper and pulling out her hair like a true author.

We gave her about a third of LAC 12, Laura’s League, and we gave her the first chapter of LAC 13. Some of you (those tricky enough to do a head count) have complained about the LAC 12 cover in the calendar. That’s usually my cue to steal a chapter or two from the author’s desk and post it here, but I seriously think she’d have my head if I did that this time. I guess we will have to trust her on the wisdom of that and hope that perhaps she changes her mind. You never know.

In the meantime, enjoy your time in the year in which we have yet to arrive. Here’s hoping it’s a blessed one.

 

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Yet Another Excuse to Shop

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There is an LAC 2011 Wall Calendar available here. It comes complete with twelve months—imagine that!— and a quotation from each book. And hey, you can gaze upon our smiling faces (okay, smiling silhouettes) every day of the frickin’ year! What the hell more could you possibly want?

Oh! As long as you’re here… There’s another poll toward the bottom of page, left side. It asks who your favorite DWD is. I know who mine is.

 

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Stalemates, LAC 11 Release Date

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The eleventh book in the series about our crew, narrated by yours truly, will be released in ebook form on Monday the 25th. As with the majority, the ebook will be available exclusively from our bookstore. It’ll be $7.99, and the paperback should be out in early November.

The author says she’ll be taking some time for herself before delving back into the rigors of book-writing. We have agreed to hush for a bit; the author is learning that if she leaves us in a pleasurable place, we’re more apt to stay put. Where Stalemates ends, I could stay indefinitely.

However, I suspect that the author may have a big-talker streak like someone else we know and love (ahem). If I were a gambling sort of girl, I’d wager that she will be dressing up as a writer even before Halloween.

OFF THE RECORD: She has a nice chunk of LAC 12 already completed; although, I think she’ll be writing it in tandem with another Laura mystery. Stay tuned!

 

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An Excuse to Shop

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Hey, the LAC merchandise available over at CafePress has grown by leaps and bounds: shirts, sweatshirts, tote, posters, mugs. We’ve got a ton more, now, than simply the DWD cap from Leakers Ignited.

I would love the Road Swill travel mug.

Claudia would love the Earl mug, but I’m not too sure she’d find the humor in “better in a cup than in a bra.” 😆

And hey, what Holly and Laura worshipper would not want an item with a Blue Cow on it?

Littermates, shop!

Crybabies, hide your money! Okay, for DWD purchases, hand it over!

 

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LAC 11 Chapter 3

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Because one of you wrote to Roz: It has been a really l-o-o-o-ong wait, though, you know, and another stolen chapter geting posted wouldn’t really be a catastrophe, would it?

High-five from the DWD! 😀

So let’s find out if my thievery leads to catastrophe or not. I’m thinking not, but you never frickin’ know. If you don’t hear from me again, get Laura on it.

 

Chapter 3

The Red Queen had barely left the building when scouts of the boyish persuasion infiltrated the place. Doubting there was a merit badge for identifying eight Dykes Who Dare in their unnatural habitat, we bailed and took up unruly residence outside.

With a pointing finger, Susan suggested, “How about we go to the little park across the street and figure this out?”

“We can’t,” I said. “If we have to move as a pawn, we can only go forward.”

“This is going to be a long weekend.”

“Remind me again why we let them do this to us.”

Impatiently flicking her wrist, Laura said, “There are benches on the side of the building. Let’s go there.”

Just then, a bus pulled away from the curb, and through a cloud of stinky exhaust, we followed Laura. As soon as we rounded the building and saw the benches, we hightailed it. We claimed two that faced each other, a mud-puddled sidewalk between. We all put forearms to thighs and leaned in to consult.

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