He was tall, at least six feet, with dirty blond hair that hung over his eyes. His T-shirt read Nietzsche Is My Homeboy.
So, that was Matt. Who Julie Seagle likes. A lot. But there is also Finn. Who she flat out loves.
Complicated? Awkward? Completely.
But really, how was this freshly-minted Boston transplant and newbie college freshman supposed to know that she would end up living with the family of an old friend of her mother's? This was all supposed to be temporary. Julie wasn't supposed to be important to the Watkins family, or to fall in love with one of the brothers. Especially the one she's never quite met. But what does that really matter? Finn gets her, like no one ever has before. They have connection.
But here's the thing about love, in all its twisty, bumpy permutations—it always throws you a few curves. And no one ever escapes unscathed..
So, that was Matt. Who Julie Seagle likes. A lot. But there is also Finn. Who she flat out loves.
Complicated? Awkward? Completely.
But really, how was this freshly-minted Boston transplant and newbie college freshman supposed to know that she would end up living with the family of an old friend of her mother's? This was all supposed to be temporary. Julie wasn't supposed to be important to the Watkins family, or to fall in love with one of the brothers. Especially the one she's never quite met. But what does that really matter? Finn gets her, like no one ever has before. They have connection.
But here's the thing about love, in all its twisty, bumpy permutations—it always throws you a few curves. And no one ever escapes unscathed..
Q: Where did the idea for Flat Finn come from? A: It’s Rick Springfield’s fault. Look, I have this slight interest in Rick Springfield (that’s another story), and one time when I was doing a Google search for naked pictures regular old photos of Rick, I came across the most fabulously crazy blog. Some guy had purchased a Flat Rick and put together a video documenting Flat Rick’s various outings: a trip to Starbucks, mowing the lawn, riding in the car with his flat face hanging out the window… It was obviously the best video ever made. But what made it really spectacular was the fact that the video didn’t come off entirely as a joke. There was a bit of a serious edge to the video, as though Flat Rick’s owner was really just sharing a straight-forward day in the life of his cardboard cutout pal. (For the life of me, I cannot find this blog and video again. I don’t know why I didn’t bookmark it, so if anyone locates it, please send it my way. I am desperate to see this video again.) As a normal(ish) person, I found this odd. As a writer, I found this fantastically exciting… I had a few ideas for a book I wanted to write, but it wasn’t coming together. Until I started thinking: What if a character had a Flat Somebody? What if this Flat Somebody was carted around everywhere? Why would a person have a Flat Somebody? And then the what-ifs kept flowing… The challenge then becomes figuring out how to work such a bizarre concept into a meaningful story. And I like a challenge. My friend, Lori–who loves this Flat business as much as I do–was generous enough to send me my very own Flat Rick. He is not life-size like Flat Finn, but he is an undeniable treasure. So far he has not accompanied me on any outings, nor has he offered to mow the lawn, but you never know…
Turns out that Flat Somebodies are gaining popularity. Even the Beckhams are joining in! One of my reviewers alerted me to this unbelievably fantastic shot of David Beckham hanging out with a Flat Bieber. I nearly died with joy when I saw it. I’d kill to insert the picture here, but I don’t need the Beckhams coming after me… (PS: If you send me a picture of yourself with a Flat Somebody, I will put it up here. It will be amaaaaazing.)