WIP What Do You Mean It’s Not Wednesday?
Right. So. This week has been Some Sort of Screwed Up between my Covid 19 booster last Friday taking me out for three blessed days, my writer’s group....not going well, and now being sent home two days in a row because S.L.O.W. which was relaxing (it wasn’t mandatory or anything, they just ask and I didn’t want to be there after everything else) but not as productive as I’d like.
And I can’t remember the last time I finished something and by God I want to finish something, but that’s not going to happen without going through the usual steps, so completely ignoring the fact it’s Friday which mean’s it’s not even the middle of my work week, I’m tossing up a brief snip from the second scene of the Thomas/Chris/Richard/Guy thing I shared last time. I’ve been working on it and it’s going well, I can just also feel myself starting to lose focus on it and....well.
I can, so there.
Have Thomas and Richard discussing what Guy is up to and why Thomas is on Richard’s sofa instead of a tropical beach right now.
“They have at least a couple more weeks, maybe longer. Depends on how things go. But I won’t be going at all this time, actually. Weissman’s producer, and that means Denton.” Without opening his eyes, he pulled a face. He could think of a thesaurus worth of words for Morris Weissman’s boy toy, but none of them were nice. Hell, even though everyone agreed he himself had no gaydar, he was willing to lay money that Henry Denton was actually straight and just stuck with Weissman because it got him roles. “Guy says he doesn’t want me on any island smaller than England with that man…preferably nothing smaller than Australia.”
“How big is Saipan?”
“A lot smaller than that. Although,” Thomas suddenly opened his eyes and squirmed far enough out of Richard’s arms to reach for his phone, “I have to show you the coconut crab he had for dinner last night.” He scrolled quickly through his messages and enlarged the attached picture. “You’re not going to believe this thing.”
Richard gave him a bemused look. “Tasty looking? I’ve never been a huge fan of coconut, but I can see it going well with dear merciful Christ what is that?”
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Jerk chicken seller in Negril, Jamaica
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