Sharon E. Cathcart

Today's the day that the Global eBook Awards 2013 results are announced.  My novelette, The Rock Star in the Mirror (Or, How David Bowie Ruined My Life, is a double nominee.  Wish me luck!  

Here's a sample for your enjoyment:

I decide to skip dinner with Mom and go to George’s Place.  Yeah, it’s a bit of a haul for a greasy spoon.  Thing is, on Friday and Saturday nights, Bill optimistically calls the joint a roadhouse and has a decent band in.  Plus, Lynnie waits tables while her old man tends bar.  Sometimes, I go just to look at her.  Mostly, though, I dig the band.  There’s nothing these dudes can’t play ... although, I swear to god, I want to scream every time some drunken biker requests Free Bird.

Which happens at least once a night.

George’s Place is not what you’d call upscale, so I don’t bother to change my clothes.  Mom says goodbye and to tell Bill she says hello.  She’s never surprised when I head over the hill for roadhouse night.

So, I get there and right away I notice that Lynnie’s been to see the Glisan Street hair dude. She’s got her hair up in this ... I don’t know ... pretzel-type deal.  It’s all twisted and braided and pinned up.  She’s wearing black pedal pushers (I only know what these are because she told me) and a matching turtleneck, with these bright red plastic dangly earrings that match her lipstick and her shoes.

I feel like a sparrow who showed up at a parrot party.  No wonder Mom says Lynnie is a force of nature.