Karly King is a character I have been wanting to write for a long time. After a friend’s suggestion I started putting Karly on paper. The result is Counting Waves, available at all major retailers soon.
Karly was living a good like until her dad crashed the family jet with his mistress and girlfriend on board. She missed him daily. Money is tight and she has to work to keep the family house. Her mother rarely leaves the house while Karly flies around the world, trying to keep things together. It’s worse than it seems but not horrible. It’s just another beautiful day in Hermosa.
Excerpt from Counting Waves:
“Deacon’s dead,” said Karly as she set her surfboard in the grass beside him.
“How do you know, dear?” asked her mother.
She too was used to the local guys washing up on her doorstep all the time. Much as she found it annoying she was also glad they still came by to eat. It gave her a chance to try out new recipes. Most days they were her human contact so if all it took was making food she would continue to do so. It had forced her to expand her own recipes which in turn helped her make online sales.
“His body moves but his head doesn’t,” replied Karly. “Call the cops while I paddle out for a couple of waves.”
She had planned to ride her bike and surf the pier but decided just to paddle out in front of the house to save time. She had an eleven o’clock flight to Miami then on to Santiago, Chile to get some papers signed. She knew the cops would want to talk to her about Deacon and now was the time to go out and count some waves.
Her dad had once told her that any day was good as long as he could count the waves. When he flew in or out of town he would always find his way down to the beach to see how his ocean was doing. He’d count a few waves then move onward when he was in a hurry. On days when he wasn’t in a hurry he could spend an hour or two there on his front deck in his Adirondack chair counting waves.