Tomorrow is Thanksgiving here and one thing I’m most thankful for today is hot water. Monday night I went to start a bath for the boy and water was cold. Would not warm up at all. Had hot water that morning though. We had to fix a valve on our hot water heater a couple years ago too. Husband figured it was a heating element this time. He went out Tuesday and picked up new ones, went to change them and one was so rusted it wouldn’t come out. This water heater is probably about as old as the house, almost 30 years. His dad and stepmom lived here before we bought it. We’ve been wanting to replace it but were hoping to just be able to fix it until Spring when we’d have more money for a new one. I have to say though, one nice thing about living in a small town is knowing people. He was able to find one that we didn’t have to pay for upfront from someone he knows. So, we got that one put in yesterday, and we now have hot water again! Also thankful to have a husband who is very handy around the house.
And thankful to have this creative outlet. I spent a few years denying my need to write. When I picked it up again, I realized how miserable I’d been when I wasn’t writing. It’s something I never plan on setting aside again.
Now, for this week’s WipPet: The last 20 lines(27-11+1+3) I wrote today with a name omitted to not give anything away.
They approached the second ambulance and the paramedic glanced up at them. “I hope you’re the one he’s been wanting to talk to. Refuses to let me take him in until he can talk to the angel that rescued him.”
“I’m no angel. It was just luck that I even found them.”
She felt Adrian’s arm tighten around her, wanted to tell him that he was smothering her. At the same time, she didn’t want him to let go.Why did this all have to be so confusing? She moved to the side of the cot and took the man’s hand. “You need to get to the hospital. What’s the hold up?”
“I wanted to thank you again. You didn’t have to help us.”
“Yes, I did.”
He shook his head. “You didn’t. Not everyone would. I’m thankful to you though.”
“It’s not necessary and it could have waited until you were seen at the hospital.”
That stopped her when she was about to turn away. “What?”
“I knew him. The man who shot me, who started the fire. I knew him, or thought I did. I never thought it would cause so much trouble to have a neighbor come look at our computer.”
Her heart nearly stuttered to a stop, and she glanced over at Adrian. “Who was it?” He asked. “You know his name?”
“Of course, I do. He’s lived a couple streets over for several years now.”
“What’s his name?” Kayla asked. But, she could feel dread weighing down her chest now. Did she already know it?
Kayla closed her eyes. “[xx xx]?”
“Yeah. You already know about him?”
She opened her eyes again and looked over at Adrian. “I know him.”
As for my ROW80 goals, I only had 2 this week.
- Flames of Redemption: 75000 words(which I think will at least get me close to the end if not all the way there). – 68,434/75000 I thought my 2 5k days last week were crazy. Yesterday, I somehow managed to write over 7700 words. I’m still not quite sure how that happened. Except I just kept plugging away at it. Been a much slower day today. But, that’s okay. I’ve written over 11k so far this week. Still have 12 more scenes to get through. May not happen by the end of the month, but I’m going to get as close as I can.
- Knit: Little Lion Sock Critter – still haven’t worked on this any more.