Hi, Y’all! It’s time for Snippet Sunday again. It’s February and what better time for a sweet contemporary romance? I took a different turn this week. I had a cute Idea to add to a scene in Baseball Bats and Cowboy hats. I went to drop it in and found some chapters in first person some in third person. YIKES! What was I thinking? In my defense, I was doing this in Nano which is a race to get 50K rough draft. It’s rough all right! I decided to take a week or so and run this one through Grammarly and get it ready for a Beta reader or two. ( If you are a big baseball fan and romance lover and may be interested I could use some help with the baseball plays, find me in contacts above.)
This is a rough draft and the only eyes on it has been mine… so remember this is a diamond in the rough please be kind. I posted this first chapter back in Nov. I am not posting the entire chpater this time only a bit of it. I hope it reads much better this time.
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I checked each room for the third time today wanting everything to be perfect. I had already chewed my nails into nubs the past week wondering if I’ve made the right decision. Mom and my friend Vicki both agreed it was a great idea to open my home to host some of the boys for the local prospect league team. The arrangement seemed to work for everyone. It would give the players that lived farther away a place to stay closer to the field for practice and give me some help on the farm. Plus as an added bonus, I wouldn’t feel so alone. The boys would do a few chores in exchange for room and board plus meals when they were not out at practice or on the road for a game.
The City Council met in the high-school gymnasium to discuss the summer season of the Edenfield Eagles. I saw the announcement in the community booklet the city puts out each month and felt this was something I wanted–no–needed to do.
My other best friend, Caleb Douglas, nearly had an aneurysm when I raised my hand to volunteer. I chuckle at the memory of how red his face got, the veins in his forehead popping out to the surface. It was scary then, but I could laugh about it now.
Ever since my husband passed away, Caleb has become more and more protective. Like the big brother of which I always dreamed of having. I don’t know, if a big brother was anything like Caleb Douglas, I’m glad I didn’t have one or I’d probably be a 40-year-old virgin. Speaking of a cockblocker, this man barely gave me room to breathe. The local men stayed away, and the women were all jealous of how much time and energy Caleb spent on me.
It would be nice having boys around again. I admit to missing my sons now that they are grown and gone. Occasionally they visit but not as much as they used to. The big house was lonelier than ever since Stephen left a few weeks after graduation. David left two years earlier. Now he is a proud dad. David and Casey, his wife, lived in Iowa City and didn’t make it down to visit much. Stephen is off hiking and exploring life before going to college. Neither liked working on it getting their hands dirty. They both suggested I sell it after Steve died. It was all I had to keep me going, and it did bring in some income.
Caleb was amazing when David’s baby was born. He stayed at the farm, took care of things for two weeks while I was out of town. Heck, he is always amazing and would do anything I ask. He brings the feed orders out so I don’t have to go get them and doesn’t charge me a delivery fee. In exchange, he gets a home cooked meal. We both get some company. He would do more but. I couldn’t impose on him all time.
The drawbacks of a hobby farm are feeding and caring for the animals every day. My farm isn’t big enough to warrant paid hands but a bit more than I can handle on my own. Vicki’s’ son, Mark comes by to help with the morning goat milking, which is a godsend. That’s all he has time to do since he has a job in town. His mom uses the milk for her soap making business and I make gourmet cheese we both sell at local markets, so he does this for us for free.
The crunch of tires on the gravel drive snapped me out of my digression. Too late to change my mind now.
I am it sure what next week will bring. One thing about me as you can never call me predictable! My plan is another week of Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats to get it ready for the next step, but in my world plans seem to change frequently. Hopefully you can never call me boring either LOL!
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