Hey, Snippetteers! Hope you’ve have a good week. I managed to continue writing my new story based on climbing Kilimanjaro. I have two complete chapters now, so I’m continuing with another snippet from that.
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In brief, as I don’t have a title or a blurb for my newbie:- Thirty-seven year old long distance driver, Ashley Tomlinson, divorced, a little heavy around the middle, and rather unfit, takes on the challenge of a lifetime when he realises his life is going nowhere. Lonely and single, he changes his eating habits, starts working out, and signs up to climb the tallest free-standing mountain in the world – Kilimanjaro. What he doesn’t expect, is to find love there too, in the form of sexy out and proud, thirty-four year old PE teacher and sports coach, Sean.
The Snippet – this follows on from last week, with Ash’s thoughts on his current failings. As before, squint past any typos, grammar oddities etc. This is newly written and completely unedited.
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At thirty-seven, it wasn’t as if I was too old to do something like that. I wasn’t very fit, and the beginnings of a beer-gut didn’t do much for my appearance. Well, maybe it wasn’t all beer-gut. As a long-distance truck driver, I ate far too many meals on the road, usually from McDonalds, Burger King, and KFC. When I was home, I often couldn’t be bothered to cook, so the local Chinese restaurant or pizza shop were my sustenance providers. I glanced down at my too-heavy torso and skinny legs, and sighed. I didn’t even walk much. There was never the opportunity when you were driving a forty tonne rig across the country on a deadline.
“Didn’t take you long to have second thoughts.” Dave snorted and reached for another beer.
“I’m not having second thoughts. In fact, I’m going to look into it right now.” I reached for my laptop and switched it on. Just because I wasn’t fit and healthy now, didn’t mean I couldn’t get that way with some effort. Perhaps this would be what I needed to drag myself out of the rut I was in and start taking care of body. I couldn’t even remember the last time I got laid, mainly because I didn’t want to go out and try to pick up someone when I knew I didn’t look attractive. Rejection wouldn’t do much for my confidence, so I didn’t try.