It did snow a couple weeks ago, but it wasn’t anything that stuck around for long. In fact the only accumulation was on the porch and the grass. Nothing really in the driveway. Monday night it only snowed a little bit. At least here. Up in the city, they got a few more inches, and my husband got called in to plow. His other job was called off Tuesday morning(hard to do road construction in the snow so no equipment for him to haul), so he got to come home and sleep. I took the boy out for a little while to play in the tiny bit of snow we got(seriously maybe an inch). Last night we got more snow(and apparently the city hardly got any more). Haven’t gone outside today though. It will probably melt by this weekend since it’s supposed to be up in the 50s again. The girl was excited to get to wear her new snow boots to school though.
He was trying to throw snow balls at me, but it wouldn’t pack very well.
My progress this week has been going pretty well. Monday I didn’t wake up until 5(alarm went off at 4, but I don’t even remember hearing it), so I didn’t get as much written then, but caught up on my goal later in the day. Yesterday morning I was up and writing by 4:30. Ended up with over 2k by 6. So only had a little more to get to my goal. Today I wrote a little over 1200 so far. A little over 1k left to reach today’s goal. Hoping to get it at nap time.
- Flames of Redemption: 35000 words(that’s the progressive goal, so another 15k) 26,455/35000. I’ve written 6438 so far this week. Staying on track.
- Read: The Dream You Make(Christine Nolfi) and Beautiful Darkness(Kami Garcia/Margaret Stohl) – Finished The Dream You Make last night. Enjoyed it. Only about 4% into Beautiful Darkness
- Knit: Finish Celtic Knot Bag – just about finished with this. Just have to do the strap.
- Crochet: Knotted Headband -haven’t started yet.
And for this week’s WiPPet snippet: 12 lines from the end of one of the scenes I’ve written this week. My math It’s 11/13/2013, so 1+1+1+3+2+0+1+3=12. Adrian and Kayla are shooting sparks off each other again(not literally at least, or they might re-ignite a fire).
“What are you doing here?” She asked, putting a hand to his chest as if to push him back.
“I was out for a run,” he said, gesturing to his clothes and the dog. “I saw you. Everything okay?”
“Fine. Just a little kitchen fire. It’s out. No one was hurt.”
He noticed her sentences were clipped and just as stiff as she looked. But, she wasn’t looking at him now. Instead she was smiling down at his dog. “You’re a pretty boy, aren’t you?” She said, kneeling down to run a hand over his head. “Such a pretty boy.”
Adrian barely bit back a moan, wish she was talking to him like that, stroking her hand over him like that. God, he needed to get a grip. He didn’t like her. He had to keep reminding himself he didn’t even like her.
Then, she was straightening again and stepping back. “I need to get back to it. Make sure it’s okay for the family to go back inside. They’ll have to do some remodeling probably, but they won’t have to find a new home.”
He nodded. “That’s good then. I should finish my run. I’ll see you around.”
She turned away and thought he heard her say, “I hope not,” before he started away. He grinned as he picked up the pace again. He’d just have to make sure of it.