Indie Author Answers #27: Showing and Telling

Let’s do some indie authoring!

I’ve got two, yes two tips of the week for you this week:

the 80/20 rule: I break down what it means and how you should spend your time.

Hustlin’: the podcasts I’ve guested on lately and how to properly pitch someone to open up the right opportunities.


Part 3, Chapter 2: Brian


Brian wondered if the situation would be better if he were at the bottom. They had been trying to get the couch up the stairs for a full five minutes, and had made little progress. Alex insisted that he push from the bottom while Brian pull at the top, but nothing worked. Alex refused to put much energy into it. The couch seemed to swell with each step, and they had not even reached the bend in the staircase yet. That would be a whole other animal.

Brian had not initially been interested in a second-or third-story apartment, but Alex enticed him with the idea of a balcony, which Brian had never had before. Alex had to do a lot of selling, because Brian thought this apartment was too large, too expensive, and too far away from campus. Situated so far from the heart of Boulder, the apartment practically resided in the neighboring town of Niwot. Despite all that, the place seemed the most reasonable option of those Alex had proposed. The others were lavish, but too far out of their price range.

It certainly was a beautiful apartment, though. The front door opened to a large living room/dining room combo, with bedrooms at each end, and the kitchen attached to the living room. The kitchen opened to the living room through a grand archway, connecting the space into one giant open area. Being that they were on the top floor, they also had vaulted, angled ceilings that made the rooms seem even bigger. Everything looked brand new, from the cornsilk-white paint on the textured walls to the pristine stainless appliances, double-pane windows, and the thick, luxurious carpet. Brian envisioned renting this kind of place once he finished college, not now. Also, in a more affordable city like Houston, or Atlanta… far away from Wiles. The apartment contained wholly unnecessary amenities like sprayer hose for the sink and a full-size washer and dryer tucked away in a closet off the kitchen, but the most ridiculous amenity was the security gate surrounding the complex, complete with video camera surveillance feed that linked up to the TV.

“Fuck me,” Alex roared as he threw his shoulder into the couch. “Move, you piece of shit couch!”

Brian decided they needed to find a fresh perspective. He ran his hands over the soft fabric. “Hold up, let’s think about this for a second before we do any more damage. This is clearly not working.” They had managed to wedge the sofa into a narrow spot on the stairs.

Alex, panting, rested his hands on his hips. “Alright, Mr. Owner of a Ginormous Couch, then what do you think we should do with this beast? It’s not like we can just will it up the stairs.”

So sarcastic. “We have to make it around that corner, so it’s going to have to go end-up. If we keep pushing straight too far, it’ll get stuck, and we just have to reverse, then it’s too hard to go back.”

“Naw, we can make it flat. You just have to lean your side out and then we come back when it gets high enough. You hold it steady, and I go under it to guide it. This is totally do-able. No problem.” Alex demonstrated with one hand acting as the couch and other hand as the rail of the stairs, swinging his hands around like an airplane making evasive maneuvers.

“No way,” Brian said. “I’m not sticking this couch ass-end over the stairs. I don’t’ think you realize how heavy it is, and how dangerous that would be. What about up and over? We flip your end up towards me, carry it up and then lower it at an angle to get around the corner.”

Alex fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette pack, which contained several pre-rolled joints. “You must be the worst Tetris player ever. It’s just basic physics and shit. I’m telling you, lean it out. We won’t drop it.”

“You say that, but what if we do?”

“Christ, Brian,” Alex muttered as he sat down on the step, and sparked a joint. “Let’s just leave it here. Who cares? I don’t give a shit anymore.”

“I don’t know if you should smoke that out here, just out in the open where anyone can see you,” Brian said. “We don’t even know our neighbors yet or anything. Why don’t we wait ‘til we’re inside?”

Alex sneered. He crawled over the couch, past Brian, around the bend, and into the apartment.