The Wii

Everyone’s heard of the Wii.

Or at least most normal people in the 21st century have:-)

In my book, I have a scene where the character’s are playing the Wii. It is in chapter 21, and prior to today, the scene was just an ugly, stark, “After an evening of playing the wii…”

Can we all say BORING??

I have come to the conclusing, that since I was drawing close to the end of my first book, I was anxious to be finished. Instead of showing the scene, I told the scene.

And as anyone in the writing world knows, that is a major no-no.

So, tonight, I was attempting to rewrite the scene. However, I keep getting interrupted with the pesky Internet. I think of someone’s blog I haven’t checked in a while. Do I have a new email? What about my other 3 email addresses? Is someone working late and could they have sent me something important to my work email? (Goodness knows what I would do about it at 9:00 at night… but at least I’d know it was there! Ha!) My last distraction was this blog post.

So I thought, what should I blog about?

Then I remembered my Wii scene I wanted to write.

Enter evil cackle laugh.

I should double up! I am going to write my Wii scene and post it here. Just for fun:-) It has my hero(Jack)/heroine(Jenny) and 2 major minor characters (Paige, Jenny’s best friend, and Kat, Jack’s niece). It doesn’t contain any spoilers. And it might end up getting deleted later (if it doesn’t contain a spoiler, could it be that it doesn’t move my plot along? We’ll see…).

This actually turned out longer than I intended. I still have much work to do on it, but it is over 900 words done in just about an hour and a half tonight.

So, without further adu,

The Wii Scene:

“This is great lasagna, Paige.” Jenny was pretty sure it was the frozen, out of the box kind, but it was the thought that counted.

“Thanks! I was hoping you all wouldn’t go and bring dinner home. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Speaking of surprises…” Jenny looked at Jack and nodded towards the office where she’d discreetly hidden their new toy.

Jack put a finger to his lips. “After dinner.”

“What is it, what is it?” Kat bounced in her seat, causing the lasagna on her fork to fall into her lap.

Jenny rushed to get a washcloth, but when she turned around from the sink, Kat was putting the fallen lasagna into her mouth.

“Kat!” Jenny spoke a little louder than necessary.

The little girls eyes grew round as if not understanding what she did wrong. Patience, Jenny.

“Sorry, sweetie, but when we drop our food, it gets dirty.” She handed Kat the washcloth to clean her shorts.

Kat just shrugged. “I drop stuff all the time and still eat it. Uncle Jack says it helps my munidy.”

Jenny heard a muffled chuckle from across the table. Both Paige and Jack looked as if they would burst into laughter at any moment. Clearly she was out numbered.

Kat cleared her throat. “So, about that surprise?”

“You’ll just have to wait, little lady. Jenny and I got a little something at the store today that we thought would be good for after dinner.”

“Oh, oh, oh! Is it chocolate? Cause, ya know, I love chocolate. Pretty much any kind. It can be ice cream or brownies or cake or pie or…”

Jack interrupted her list. “It isn’t chocolate, but I think you’ll like it even better.”

Kat’s face fell. “Nothing’s better than chocolate, Uncle Jack. Right Paige? Right, Jenny?”

Jenny laughed. “Chocolate is pretty much a staple for us girls, you’re right. But I promise, you are going to love what we got.”

Having another girls opinion seemed to pacify the eight-year-old, but also caused her to inhale her dinner. In two minutes flat, she had a clean plate.

“Now can we have dessert?”

Jack’s face held a mischievous grin. “Nope.”

“Come on, Jack, spill it. What’s the surprise?”

“Now, Paige, you’re no worse than a child.”

“And your point?”

Jenny laughed. “Do you think it’s time Jack?”

Jack pushed himself away from the table. “Looks like the kids are getting restless, so I guess we should. Off to the living room troops!”

“You mean we get to eat dessert in the living room?” Kat sounded in awe of the concept. At least Jack had one rule that was enforced.

“Nope, we don’t.”

Kat’s upper lip stuck out.

It quickly was replaced by a huge grin when she saw the white box being taken from the shopping bag.

“A Wii!”

“Now, I have to set it up, but I thought it would be fun for us all to play tonight.”

Kat did a little jig around the living room. Jenny had a strange urge to join in. Her excitement wasn’t over the Wii though. It was over the handsome man who just threw the directions on the floor and was examining the ends of the cables.

A half hour later, Kat was sitting at the couch, a frown on her face. “Uncle Jack, please just let Jenny read the directions. I’m bored, and I just want to play.”

Jenny agreed with her sentiments, but the sweat on Jack’s brow told her it might be best to keep her own mouth shut.

A minute later, the TV screen came to life.

Jack stood up and wiped his brow on his shirt-sleeve. “Anyone ready for some tennis?” Jenny, Paige, and Kat all cheered.

The first match was Kat verses Paige. It started out well enough until Kat accidentally swung the controller into Paige’s back-side. The game never recovered after that.

Next, it was Jack and Jenny’s turn.

“You gonna let her win, right Jack?” Paige goaded.

“What makes you think I’d do that?”

“Evidently you haven’t seen Jenny’s competitive side. It gets vicious.”

“Oh, come on. My Jenny? Vicious?”

Paige shook her head. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Oh don’t listen to her, Jack. She’s just jealous cause I usually beat her at bowling.”

“Jenny, do you remember your last score when we bowled?”

“I do. It was about 5 higher than yours.”

Paige rolled her eyes. “I got an 80 and you got an 85. I’d say we were both losers.”

“Nope, I won fair and square. Admit it.” Jenny stood with her hands on her hips.

Jack held up his hand. “Ok, I think I’m starting to see it now. Let’s play, okay?”

For the next 30 minutes, the match was on. Jenny was all about playing nice, but she was also all about playing to win.

After 6 rounds, they were tied, 3 to 3.

“Okay, best four out of seven.”

Jack put an arm around her. “Honey, shouldn’t we let Kat and Paige play?”

Jenny wasn’t used to calling it quits, but she didn’t want to make a bad impression.

“Okay, but we will have a rematch.”

“Of course, dear.”

Jenny squinted. “Are you patronizing me?”

“Not at all, dear.” It crossed Jenny’s mind that they were starting to sound like an old married couple. It felt good.

Next they all played a round of bowling. Kat skunked them all. Jenny pretended to be happy for her.