MY KEVIN

Life, is what we live. It’s what we breathe. It’s who we love.

This is the story of Kevin and me: Jimmy. Our story is not long, and it’s not complex. It’s not something to cry over, and it’s certainly not something to moan about. Our story is simple, and I feel like I have been blessed, being able to grow, live, laugh, and love with the one person I was meant to be with. And it has been that way for as long as I can remember.

My Kevin by Bronwyn Heeley

First published 1st January 2014 via Smashwords

Available in all electronic formats

ISBN: 9781310923739

Word count: 6,820 (iBook; 24 pages)

Contemporary ‘New Adult’ Romance

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“It’s Funny how when people think about their lives, they remember the pain as well as the pleasure. Like that moment when you first set eyes on your soul mate”

First Excerpt / Second Excerpt / Final Excerpt

 

The moments

So, I started writing this story in the hopes of it going into an anthology but before I could finish it the submitting time had closed.

So I was lift was the idea, and a need to finish it.

When it was done, and I’d gave it to my beta, I decided something.

When I’m looking at new authors, I always pic up something short. And mostly, especially I’ll pick up something that is free. So…why not now.

So, I went with the reader in me, and I edited, and cleared it up as best I could in order to give you a debut from me that lets you see how I write, and hopefully has you wanting more.

But truly, it came to me after, like, the 12th time I saw a photo on Tumblr. I don’t think it’s still up, but the other I took inspiration on here.

 

The name

This story didn’t start out with a name. Mostly, because it was so small, and I wrote it in two days, it didn’t need one. It was written from a picture. That’s all that mattered to me.

Hell, I didn’t even name ‘Kevin’ until I the second day.

This was because. 1) The first day was jotting down how I wanted it to go. That night, I was working out the rest. And by day 2, I, well, needed a name. I couldn’t keep on writing this without one.

2) Well… everyone knows a Kevin.

I know it’s stupid, but it’s true. But more so, its family related. And I can’t seem to get rid of some stupid little thing my mum said when “We Need to Talk about Kevin” came out.

It’s that, simple, stupid, and it clicked, in a way I never thought it would (the whole family thing) I thought, I would lose this Kevin for the Kevin I know.

I didn’t. I had written enough. I had moulded him enough that he was his own self, no matter what his name was going to be.

But the name stuck, the name grew, and honestly, the bastard wouldn’t let go of it until I gave in.