51,112 Words and I... AM... DONE!!!

Yay! First, an apology. I have fallen behind on the blogs because I have been so busy with wrapping up my novel and so depressed by it, but finally finished today in a marathon writing session which work kept getting in the way of. I also really didn't have anything to post because I didn't want to give anything away and also, it hasn't been very fun or interesting. Ugh. Anyway, here is one short excerpt, and then I'm off to read Katie and Heather's blogs. Enjoy!

Jake and Gordon drove into Black Wood, the whine of the car’s engine dissolving into sputtering coughs as an unhealthy looking black smoke poured from the tail pipe. It was the White Rabbit’s last ride, and it had been glorious. As they had taken the exit toward Black Wood, Gordon had asked Jake, “do you have a preferred entrance song?” to which Jake had naturally replied, “what the fuck are you talking about?”
“You know, like when you are making a dramatic entrance, what is your song?” Jake continued to look at Gordon with an incredulous look on his face, but the impact of his look was greatly reduced by the fact that he also had to keep his eye on the road. This was precisely why he hated driving so much! Truthfully, Jake did have a preferred entrance song, he was simply having an internal debate about whether or not he wanted to share this information with Gordon. Gordon, sensing that he had lost Jake, continued to speak.
“I think that this moment calls for an entrance song, as we are clearly entering into a dangerous situation in which we are armed with the facts and about to make a daring rescue attempt against all odds.” Gordon said, pouting slightly. He greatly hoped that Jake’s overinflated sense of his own masculinity would not interfere with his dramatic entrance. Jake was moved by Gordon’s speech.
“Ok…” he said, pausing, “I have always imagined myself entering a press conference to the song ‘Let it Rock’, by Kevin Rudolph and featuring Lil Wayne.” This was only half the story, as he also imagined all of the other reporters cheering and pumping their fists in time to the music, and creating a line of high fives for him to run through. Jake had always wanted to run through a line of high fives, but the nearest he had come to this experience had been during his days of playing Timbits soccer, when he ran through his own high five. But Gordon got the picture. Oh yes, indeed.
“Triumphant, Jake!” Gordon actually clapped his hands in glee at this revelation. “What a perfect choice, however, given the intrigue and mystery surrounding this situation we have unwittingly found ourselves in, might I suggest…. ‘Gangsta’s Paradise’ by Coolio? Please don’t consider Coolio’s misguided sartorial choices as you weigh out this option, it truly captures the mood, I think.” Jake briefly considered this, then lifted his fist to shoulder height. Gordon was certain that Jake was about to punch him in the face, until Jake said “pound it out.” They bumped fists, and then made an exploding gesture with their fingers. It was the closest Gordon had ever come to being accepted, and he had tears in his eyes as he pulled out the Dangerous Minds soundtrack that he had packed in advance.
And so it was that as Jake and Gordon made the final turn onto Slanted Road, the top down on the dying white rabbit, the opening strains of “Gangsta’s Paradise’ could be heard throughout the town of Black Wood, Ontario, the sound of a string orchestra against a hip hop beat lending an eerie tone to the darkened street. All of the residents who heard the sound felt their hearts uplifted, as two unlikely heroes rode to the rescue, courage in their hearts and he bonds of fellowship that had been forged between them making them strong.