Okay, okay! I’ve been going on and on about trying to find an agent and get my book, The Gift of Death representation and published. I’ve also been working on the second book of the trilogy. But something has been eating at me for the past couple of weeks. It was about a week ago when I realized that I wanted to write something different. I didn’t want to write another thriller or a horror or anything like that. I’ve had this urge to write something that will make readers feel inspired or enlightened or maybe even bring a happy tear to their eye.

As far as the completed book and the second one that I’m currently writing, don’t worry. They are only being put aside for now while I get this out of my system. If an agent should email and say they are interested in my book, then I will come back to it. But right now, my passion is not with those books. It’s somewhere else…

I posted the other day about some of my favorite chick flicks. I thought, I need to write something like Foxfire or Thelma and Louise. I’ve been stewing in my thoughts for a week, trying to come up with a good story line. Nothing was coming though. I watched Foxfire yesterday during my time of laziness. I love that movie. It’s about a group of high school girls who beat up a teacher who is sexually assaulting his female students. They get suspended and pretty much go on this journey of self-worth and learning how to “not take any shit.” I wanted to write something similar to that.

Maybe it was because I watched the movie yesterday, but I woke up at 5:20 this morning with an idea sitting right there in my head. I’m not sure where it came from but I have a hunch that my mom might have had something to do with it. She passed away four months ago and I’ve thought about writing a book of her life. I’m not ready to do that yet, though. Her life was sad and depressing. This morning, in my wake of reality, I thought, why write about what her life WAS? I should write about what her life COULD HAVE BEEN!

The ideas were flowing! I mean, I have the opportunity to create a story that can honor my mom. It will be fiction since I’m pretty much re-writing her life but there will be some reality mixed in with it – things that really did happen. Basically, mom and I are going to run away after being fed up with so many things (this is something that her and I had talked about doing many times) and we are going to have an adventure that will lead us to a new life as well as giving a us a new view on life. I’m cooking up some funny scenes, some serious scenes, and well, accidental murder! I guess I can’t totally turn by back on the thriller part of me. But don’t worry, we will not get in trouble for accidentally killing someone!

When I got up, I went straight to my computer and started writing. There’s already 1,800 words written! I want to share the prologue here on this blog because, well, I think it’s pretty good and it will leave you scratching your head and make you wonder where in the hell I’m going with it. So here it is, enjoy!

PROLOGUE

            Here are some interesting facts about cockroaches that you probably have no desire to know. A cockroach can live an entire week without its head. True story! They have little holes throughout their bodies that allow them to keep breathing. They can survive a whole month without food. The only reason they die without their head is because they can’t drink anything. They die from thirst. They can hold their breath for forty minutes and swim under water for a full half hour. Who knew those little fuckers were so resilient? Also, they have the ability to run up to three miles in an hour. I know a lot of humans who can’t even do that! The cockroaches here in America are attracted to beer. I would be too if I had to live around dirty humans. They have to get through their day somehow, right? Maybe that’s why some cockroaches eat other cockroaches; they want to soak up the beer that their friend consumed earlier that day.

Cockroaches have arthropod bodies, or segmented bodies, that consist of the head, thorax and the abdomen. That’s the gist of their body layout. Not much to them, right? Well, did you know someone can not only choke on a cockroach but die from it as well? We sure as hell didn’t know that. We had to find out the hard way. Be glad I told you before you force someone to eat one. You can thank me later.