Last weekend I decided I needed to take a break from the book I've been writing...and I ended up writing another book instead! It's all about connection, and I'm in love with how well it's coming along. Here's a sample chapter I just whipped up to show off one of the styles used in the book to illustrate points better and keep things interesting:
Chapter 17: Connection vs. Attachment (I'll find a better title for this chapter soon)
With less than a week to research and write the article, Jane decided she’d better get busy experimenting, trying out a few of the connection techniques she had researched, putting them to the test, and observing how well they worked.
It’ll be fun! she told herself, though it didn’t all turn out that way.
She began by saying hello to various strangers she passed in the street on her way home and observing their reactions.
“Hi,” she said as she passed a man in his 30’s, maybe ten years older than her. “Nice jacket.”
The man stopped in his tracks, looked her up and down, then said hello back and asked for her number.
“Sorry,” Jane replied apologetically, feeling flustered but thinking fast on her feet. “It’s just that my boyfriend has the same jacket, and I couldn’t help but admire it.”
The man looked slightly deflated, but nodded and turned away.
Oops, she thought to herself. Some of these techniques work a little too well! I’d better dial back the research a notch.
She reached the portal of her apartment building with no further misadventures, and stopped at the mailboxes to see if anything interesting had arrived.
“Hi,” she said absentmindedly to another resident who was extracting a few envelopes and a stack of junk mail from his own box.
“Hello,” he replied cheerfully. He shuffled his stack of mail into his left hand, then held out his right toward her. “I’m Chase, by the way. I just moved in.”
Jane shook his hand and looked up at his friendly face. Their eyes locked, and suddenly…she couldn’t look away. It felt like he had turned on a tractor beam and would not release her. It took her a moment to gather her wits and make her mouth function again. “I’m Jane,” she sputtered. “I’m up in 3C.”
“2D,” Chase replied, still clutching her hand lightly.
Jane had taken self defense classes, and the moves to twist Chase’s arm behind his back and utterly disable him flashed through her mind, but she had never learned a defense against his tractor beam gaze.
Then, out of nowhere, it struck her. It hit her hard, right in the chest, somewhere near her heart. A sharp inner pain there made her gasp slightly, and she withdrew her hand abruptly and finally managed to look away from his piercing gaze.
“Gotta go,” she said lamely, slamming her mailbox shut and heading for the stairs. Usually, she took the elevator, but she couldn’t stand the thought of waiting for it to arrive. She only wanted to get away from Chase and figure out what just happened to her!
Had he slipped her some diabolical toxin through their handshake? Was she about to pass out, or curl up and die, or transform into some disgusting alien creature designed to join him on his quest to take over the world, starting with some random Chicago apartment building?
No, probably not, Jane reasoned, but the pain persisted and she made her graceless exit as fast as she could go.
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