A Bone

this is me throwing you a bone from my novel titled, The Guitar on the Wall, because i really have nothing else to talk about right now, but felt like i haven't written a blog in awhile. unfortunately, the way these blogs are laid out, it won't allow my paragraphs to be properly indented! but, you can kinda tell where it should be, so although it doesn't look right, i'm going to post it anyway. the following is an excerpt from chapter 1 titled, The Crash. this is how the book begins:


Joey had only been asleep for two hours when the sound of the bus tires driving over rumble strips awoke him. The others were awakened, too – five band members and their tour manager, until then, dead to the world in their bunks. Joey heard somebody frantically pull open a bunk curtain, but he remained still, frozen and terrified, waiting for the driver to correct himself.
"Hey, guys?"
"Fucking hell!" from the bunk below him.
The tires curved back onto smooth pavement to a collective sigh of relief. Then, the rumble strips again.
BRUMMMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP.
"Jesus Christ!"
This time, it was the tires on the left side, the driver's side of the bus. Another curtain flung open. The tour bus, their home away from home, was veering rapidly off the road.


...that's all for now. have a safe and fun memorial day weekend!

Jimmy