Hi there! This is Kim Fielding, invading Lex’s blog.
Several months ago, I accompanied my husband to Home Depot. He goes there a lot. This is what a small portion of our garage–his domain–looks like:
Not that I am in any position to complain, since this is what a small portion of the study–my domain–looks like:
Usually he goes by himself, but I accompanied him on this particular trip because he needed help picking out paint (he’s colorblind). And of course while we were there anyway, we had a bunch of other miscellaneous stuff to buy: some kind of tape (because the other 10854 varieties of tape he possesses wouldn’t work), light bulbs, obscure little metal parts from the obscure little metal parts bins, potting soil, a rat trap for the rats that had recently decided my bird feeder was for them.
And while I was standing there waiting for the paint to mix, I looked down at the cart full of things and asked myself, “How did I get here?” I mean, not literally–we took the SUV–but figuratively. Because once upon a time I was a kid who wore ratty Vans and a safety pin in her ear and listened to the Ramones and stayed up until 4am on weekends. And now here I was, many (many, many) years later, buying tape and a rat trap.
When did I become a grown-up?
It kinda creeps up on us, doesn’t us? It starts out with little things. Driver’s license, maybe. First job. And somehow we end up with mortgages and kids and retirement plans and a zillion kinds of tape in the garage.
And some people grow up early and some people do it late, but it’s always tough, because nobody gives us a manual. We might get mentored or we might just learn things the hard way. Hopefully, we can get through it without too much pain and with vestiges of our youth intact. The Ramones are still on my playlist.
So these deep thoughts in Home Depot led to my new novella, Grown-up. And now the rats are gone and I have a lot of tape.
It’s time for Austin Beier to grow up. His car is falling apart, his roommates are less than ideal, and he’s just been fired for the umpteenth time. His love life hasn’t evolved past bathroom hookups at his favorite clubs. Forced to borrow money from his father yet again, Austin is walloped by an epiphany—he needs someone to mentor him into maturity. And who better to teach him how to be an adult than Ben, his father’s office manager? Cute in a nerdy sort of way and only a few years older than Austin, Ben is a master of organization and responsibility. But as he gets to know Ben better, Austin learns that whether you’re eight or twenty-eight, growing up is never easy.
Grown-up at Dreamspinner Press
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