Excerpt Time!!

I can't figure out something. I need to help myself. Maybe all my dear readers can give me a thumb's up or thumb's down. My main character Tim has feelings (feelings and decisions!), but I don't want to bore with ruminations. Yawn. I don't know. My theory is that if I see some of my kraft in my blob, I'll be able to go, "ouch" or "WTF? What was I thinking?" or "That doesn't belong" or "I'm okay with that." Hmm.

Tim walked home alone, thinking of how to resolve his debt to Sarah. He couldn’t figure it out. He couldn’t figure her out. He couldn’t avoid it, either, but he wasn’t so sure he really wanted to. He was too curious about her odd unpredictability and deceit, and acknowledged a twisted allure in being treated like shit.

Whatever his analysis, Sarah’s actions smacked of entitlement and hinted at the kind of desperation he had hoped to leave behind. Money was part of it. For Tim, money was part of everything. While toiling to unlock the complexities of tax law, filings, capitalization, net ratios and equity, Tim had become too familiar with the many angles of money. Earn it, accrue it, compound it, protect it, hoard it, spend it, share it. And now he was no longer sure how much faith to put in it. Confuse it with security and it will kill you, he had said to a classroom of high school seniors one year (and regretted it). If a person is faced with an urgent need of cash, the rule goes, you don’t have it. With ample reserves, you’re equally debilitated, always waiting or fearing it will go away.