Crawling
Into Bed With Becca Burton.
And
a Good Book
Important
things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Actually, they’re
neither. My sheets are warm, soft, flannel goodness. It’s chilly where I live
in Oregon, and I need all the warmth I can get!
What
are you wearing?
Oh my, this relationship
is progressing quite quickly. I’m wearing my super sexy oversized pajama pants
with cat print all over them, and a warm, fluffy sweater.
What
are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Popcorn. Definitely
popcorn. Fresh off the stove with just a little salt and butter. Divine. (Also
maybe a glass of wine to top it all off).
If
I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
I would be very
impressed, because I don’t have a nightstand drawer! My nightstand is a table,
and on it you’ll find a stack of to-be-read books, an eye mask, some pony tail
holders, and a glass of water for my kitty (she likes a midnight drink also!)
Do
you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the
night?
I usually start out
rolled up like a burrito, and wake up with my covers mysteriously all over my
bed and the floor.
Can
I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Hell no. Chances are my
feet are colder than yours anyways! (I will offer you some fluffy socks instead
though).
What
are we reading?
We are reading Something Like a Love Song, my debut
novel about Dylan and Landon, two
long time boyfriends who are victims of a hate crime, and have to find the
strength and courage to carry on and rebuild their lives
Excerpt:
Landon’s brain is
still swelling, the doctor tells them later, when the crying has calmed and the
sun has lowered in the sky. They're giving him medication to draw the extra
fluid off of his brain. A piece of his skull is still missing, embedded in his
abdomen for safekeeping. His blood pressure has been mostly stabilized with
more medication, and they're keeping him sedated so he can rest. He won't feel
any pain.
Is that supposed to
make them feel better, knowing that Landon isn't in any pain? Dylan concentrates
on Landon while the doctor is talking. He sees the man he's supposed to marry,
the man who was so vibrant, so energetic that Dylan used to insist there was
more coffee than blood in his veins. He watches the rhythm of Landon's chest as
it rises and falls with each whirr of the ventilator and the way he lies so
unnaturally still, showing not even the slightest change in expression or the
smallest twitch of his fingers when Dylan takes his hand. It's so wrong, the
opposite of everything that Landon is, and there's nothing the doctor can say
to make this better.
Someone asks
questions. Helen, Dylan thinks. How
long until they can expect changes? How long until they know what his prognosis
is? What are his chances?
Dylan focuses on the
hand in his, the freckled skin still showing the remnants of a tan from the
summer sun. He's always prided himself in being logical, on knowing numbers and
statistics and organizing everything into neat categories, but he can't bring
himself to do that now. He doesn't want to know what chance Landon has of
surviving, because then he'll know what chance he doesn't have. There's no way
to calculate or figure his way out of this situation, to try to force things to
make sense. He has no control, and it scares him.
He pretends to listen
while the doctor rattles off terms he doesn't understand, answers questions
he's too afraid to ask and gives reassurances he doesn't want to hear. He likes
facts and truths and automatically distrusts anyone duplicitous, anyone who
misleads and sugarcoats and manipulates. So he mentally lists the things he
knows, marking each truth with a line in the starched white hospital blanket.
Landon is in the
hospital.
Landon's brain is
swelling.
Landon's skull is in
his abdomen.
Landon's blood
pressure isn't regulating itself as it should.
Landon can't even
breathe on his own.
Landon might die.
The doctors have no
real answers.
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Hey everyone! *sips
coffee* just a quick post today- as it's Saturday- to remind you that Havan and
I are taking our Christmas book- Heart on the Run- on Tour with Pride Promotions.
I know. It's still November. But I sit here shivering in my kitchen with news
that Chicago is expecting 8 inches of snow, guys! Snow! It feels seasonal
enough. J Besides,
we're doing a great giveaway on this, a Kindle Fire. So far we've had a blast
visiting blogs. 
To recap, on last Tuesday
we went to Scattered
Thoughts and Rogue Words where Sprocket tried to share Chaz’s goodies and MM
Good Book Reviews Where they wanted to know about our ideal writing caves.
