I am convinced that good is good; and if you are meant to make it big, you probably will.
Diamonds are buried deep in the Earth…but they always seem to get found. Right?
This intro is for my next, diamond in the rough, teacher-by-day and author-by-night: Stephen Hines.
You may remember Stephen from a recent letter he emailed to me about how hard it is to get published. Believe me Stephen, "I know oh so well." Anyway, he gave me permission to post two short chapters from his, trying-to-get-published, young adult novel, Hocus Focus.
He sent me a picture of himself, and once I am able to upload it (uuugghhh), you will see, he is a character, with character.
“Uh, what?” I said.
“Yeah, uh, I heard that. What’s, like, unusual?” This Dr. Third dude was ticking me off. Here I was, the new kid in town, getting ready to start school at Aulmpitt Junior High, moved here by my psycho over-protective mother because I was about ready to be expelled, and he’s sticking his big bald head and hairy nose in my face and saying, “Unusual.”
“You have seen quite a bit with your young eyes, haven’t you, young man?” he said.
“Uh…I guess. Why?” I was starting to get a little weirded out by this dork. What the heck? Who hasn’t seen a lot with their freaking eyeballs? All I saw was a bunch of weird Chinese or Japanese crap on the walls of his office.
“Hmmm…well anyway, Lenny, your prescription has changed a little. We are going to have to give you some stronger contacts than you are used to. These are some very special new lenses that are not available to most people. Okay?”
“Uh, yeah. I guess. So, uh, what’s so special about them?”
“Let’s just say only people with certain conditions can get them. So you might not want to tell all your friends at school, okay?”
“Uh, okay. It’s not like I have any friends here. We just moved here from Columbus.”
“Well, then we do not have to worry about anyone getting jealous of your special new set of eyes then, do we?” Dr. Third said, smiling like a big bald half-Japanese fat kid eyeballing a piece of chocolate cake.
“Yeah,” I mumbled.
“Here,” he said. “Take this out to Mrs. Condescending, my receptionist. She will get your new lenses for you. They might take a little getting used to, but I am sure an exceptional young man such as yourself will get the hang of them quickly enough.”
“Uh, exceptional? Right. Sure.”
“One more thing, Lenny. It may seem like your eyes are fighting with the new contacts at first, but eventually your body will be one with them. Eventually you will be seeing things you have never seen before.” He ripped the paper off his notepad, handed it to me, and I got the heck out of there. That geek was giving me the creeps.
As I was heading out I heard him say, “Be sure to stop back if you have any problems or concerns, Lenny. I’m here to help. And we’re also open until seven on Thursdays if you need to come in late.”
Mom kind of gave me a weird look when I came out into the lobby, like she could tell how weirded out I was, but she didn’t say anything. I just got my lenses and got the heck out of there.