It can be hard to carve out time to write new things while I'm editing, but I'm doing my best to keep things moving. Right now I'm toying with the idea of self-publishing a novella and having it printed so I can give away copies at GRL. Thoughts? It would also be available for purchase on Amazon.
I'm also dusting off a YA fantasy manuscript I started years ago, but that won't be something I share here. It's gen, and between that and it being younger YA I just don't feel comfortable having it here. I'm actually pretty excited because Thing 1 is going to read through my rough draft and give me feedback--and since this is his favorite genre to read, I'm sure he'll have plenty to say. This may actually be the year I finish it and start looking for an agent! *g*
The backstory: Crawford is CFO of an international hotel chain. He's good at his job, but so is his ex-husband--who he is being forced to work with for the first time since their bitter divorce three years earlier.
The Boyfriend
Crawford ground his teeth together. He'd been working for this
company for more than half his life, starting as a desk clerk with
all the other college grunts, graduating to the concierge desk at the
biggest hotel in the chain within two years. Before long, he'd been
promoted to the corporate offices, working grueling 80-hour weeks
while simultaneously getting his MBA. It had paid off, too. He'd
earned himself a vice presidency by the time he'd been 34. He'd met
Alistair two years later at an industry conference, and it had been
love at first sight for Crawford.
He'd helped Alistair get his foot in the door at Chatham-Thompson,
and by the time they'd married three years to the day after Alistair
chatted him up at the hotel bar that Crawford had been drowning his
boredom at. They'd even spent their first anniversary at the same
bar, combining their anniversary celebration with toasting Crawford's
promotion to CFO.
Things had been great until they abruptly hadn't. Crawford had been
completely blindsided by Alistair's announcement that he was moving
to Portugal to take promotion he'd been offered. Crawford had been
excited for him at first, plotting out how he'd be able to go with
and manage his CFO duties from Lisbon, until Alistair had dropped the
bomb that he didn't want Crawford to come.
Crawford spent his second wedding anniversary in a bar, too. Alone,
with only the company of his freshly inked divorce decree.
“I am serious about Chatham-Thompson. Don't be ridiculous,”
Crawford snapped.
Crawford had given his entire life to the company. Horrendously long
work weeks, years where he let his vacation time slide by unclaimed
because he was too busy building his career to take it—ironic,
since he worked for the largest resort hotel chain in the world. He
was the most dedicated employee in executive offices after Gregory.
He just didn't see the need to force himself to work with his
ex-husband to prove it.
“It's a done deal, Crawford. I know it's hard, but it's been three
years. You need to get past it. I've indulged your feud for too long,
and now it's starting to affect the bottom line. I can't let that
happen,” Gregory said, standing to signify the end of the
conversation. “Your flight and accommodations have been scheduled.
Edward has arranged for you to have an assistant from his office at
your disposal, and there will be a driver for you as well. Helena has
the details.”
No comments:
Post a Comment