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Stream of Consciousness: Arm

Desmund grabbed Eamonn’s arm, his fingers warm against Eamonn’s skin. There was no pleasure in the touch this time, though. “Do not go out there,” Desmund said.

“And why not?” Eamonn asked. “They are after my brother and me. You and your aunt should not be punished for harboring us. I will go. You can get out with Torin.”

“I do not want any harm to come to you!”

“Nor I you,” Eamonn said softly. “If they take me, I shall tell them that Torin is dead. That you and your great-aunt did not know who I truly was. You will be able to go free.”

“And what of you?” Desmund demanded. “What will they do to you?”

“It does not matter,” Eamonn said. “They will have me, and you can help my brother get away. Get away with him. That is what matters to me.”

“You matter to me!” Desmund shouted.

Eamonn tried to hush the other man, but when he tried to hold on to him, Desmund shoved him away. Sometimes he forgot just how strong Desmund was despite his wrecked leg.

“What does it matter if anyone knows? You will be lost to me no matter what you do. I do not want to live knowing I let you go to your death.”

“But, I should live with the same?” Eamonn asked, his voice cracking.

“I’ve survived before when I should have died. Go. I will keep them busy so you and Torin can get away. Do not worry for me. If I do not get away then it was my time. Maybe beyond it. Just stay free, and it will be worth it.”

“Des,” Eamonn murmured.

“Go,” Desmund insisted as voices rose into shouts outside again. “Go,” he said again even more forcefully this time. “Before they surround the house and you cannot.”

“Eamonn,” Torin called from the back of the cottage. “We must go.”

He looked between them, from his brother to the man he’d just thought he could be falling for, and chose. They were outside and to the barn when flames lit the night. “No,” he cried, lurching away from his brother. But, Torin pulled on his arm.

“We have to go,” his brother said. “We cannot let it be in vain.”

But, all Eamonn could do was stare at the burning cottage. Had Desmund gotten out before it went up? Or was he burning in there? Eamonn wasn’t sure he could bear the answer. Torin tugged on his arm again, and he realized his brother had already saddled both horses. “She told me to take both of them,” Torin said when Eamonn just gaped at him. “She knew they would not get away. Come on. We cannot do anything if we are dead.”

Eamonn clambered up into the saddle and they started away from the  burning cottage. But, Eamonn looked back once more. “I am sorry,” he whispered. “So sorry.”

It seemed all he would bring to anyone was destruction.

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More from my NaNoWriMo project for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday. The prompt was to use “arm”, either along or as part of another word. I’ve got both in this one. 🙂 And I can’t answer Eamonn’s questions yet, either. Desmund may show back up, but it won’t be until at least book 2. He was a surprise character, but Eamonn had already told me he was bisexual(though he wouldn’t have had that word). And since we’re in 1850s Ireland, yeah, they were kind of doomed to begin with. But, yeah, I’m hoping Desmund didn’t actually die in that fire.

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Fiction Friday: Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

Life as we know it has been forever changed. I just realized I’m in love with my best friend. This is the worst day ever.

Silas rubbed the eraser hard over the page in his journal. Why had he even written that? It certainly wasn’t something he wanted anyone else to read. And considering he kept finding his little sisters in his room, there was a good chance it would be.

And it was rather dramatic, even for him. But, really, how could this even be a good thing? If Jeremiah ever found out…he shook his head. That could very well be the end to their friendship. And that was something he didn’t think he could take.

No, he couldn’t let him find out. Erasing the words wasn’t good enough. He ripped the page out and crumpled it up. Not, that wasn’t enough either. He ripped it up and buried it deep in the garbage can.

There, that was better. Nothing had to change. Nothing at all.

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If you’ve read any snippets I’ve shared of Playing with Fire in the past, you’ll know all Silas’ worries are unfounded. 😀

Pup has priorities straight. Snuggled up on a cold day

That feels like all I’m doing. Just making my word count for NaNo each day. Except Sunday. I didn’t do any writing then. Stories like those in my Flames series spoil me for ones like Green Hills and Smoky Fields(going to be series title, but haven’t come up with one for first book). These words are coming out slower, which isn’t likely a bad thing. Just makes it all feel so slow and may not have made it the best choice for NaNo. But, I’ll keep going with it.

Pup chewed a hole in girl’s blanket, so we had to patch it up. My sewing will win no awards.

And my sinuses are starting to feel plugged up. Just when I thought I might avoid the cold everyone else in the house seems to have gotten. Blah. But, at least I had a pretty good birthday on Sunday. Got my strawberry banana pancakes at IHoP, went to barnes & noble and got They Both Die at the End(Adam Silvera) & the girl used up my gift card on one of her books. Then, we went to the used book store and I got three more books(Hot Target – Suzanne Brockmann, Fatal Consequences – Marie Force, & Before We Kiss – Susan Mallery). Stopped at Michael’s and got yarn for my other crochet project for the month(still not the exact yarn called for, different brand, but I think it will work. Got my hair cut, got groceries, and picked up some strawberry and orange wine. Had a glass of the strawberry Sunday night. It was GOOD. I’m not much of a wine drinker(not much of a drinker at all, really), but this stuff could change my mind.

After having my hair short for over a year, it still surprises me how much better I feel right after a cut.

And now it’s time for WiPPet Wednesday. Which means it’s time for more Jonas & Isaac! They may be a little upset with me. They are *this close* to kissing, and I keep leaving them hanging. You’ll get there, boys. Just a little longer. 😉 But, I’m not quite there in snippets yet(need to have some room so I don’t catch up to myself). Anyway, today I have 10 paragraphs(1+1+8) from the next scene after last week’s.

“What do you think his motive is?” Konner shuffled some papers on the desk but didn’t look up at Isaac.

He didn’t even need to ask who Konner was talking about. Still, he didn’t feel like addressing it either. Instead, he just asked, “What are we, starring on a cop show now?”

Konner laughed, probably more than the statement warranted. He’d been like that a lot lately. Of course, Konner had always been able to find more humor in every day things than Isaac had. And it wasn’t because he’d had an easier life.

He hadn’t. But, he apparently had something that was broken in Isaac. He ruthlessly shoved those thoughts–planted there by his father so many years ago, even though he’d thought he’d uprooted them by now–and turned back to the discussion. “Anyway, i thought it was your brother who was the investigator now.” And Konner had encouraged Jonas to stick around and help. Why the suspicion now?

Konner smirked. “I could set Maddix on him if you want. A little surveillance, and we’d have some answers.”

Isaac shook his head. “I’m not setting your private investigator brother on my ex-boyfriend. He hasn’t done anything.”

“Last time I saw him, he looked like he wanted to be your current boyfriend once again.”

Isaac knew that wasn’t true, but he smirked at Konner and asked, “Jealous?”

Somethine flashed through Konner’s eyes, but he just grinned back at Isaac. “What would I be jealous of? I’m single and loving it, babe.”

Isaac knew when Konner used that pet name, he was covering something up. And Konner, single? Yeah, that never lasted long. “You are chronically falling in love, Kon. Single isn’t a state you exist in well.”

So, is Konner jealous? Or is there something else going on with him. And obviously, Jonas’ plan to stay away from the center, and Isaac, isn’t going so well. 😉

We had some visitors this morning. Chicken nuggets, anyone?(Kidding, kidding)

Color Code:

Monthly Goal Met/Finished

Weekly Goal Met

Progress Made

Nothing Done

Set Aside

Plotting:

  • Primary: Green Hills & Smoky Fields – Outline Act 2, Act 3, & Act 4 as I come to themTarget Not Sighted In
  • Secondary: Plot Upcoming Acts for Still Burning & Whatever It Takes Target Not Sighted in
  • Stretch: Flames of Knowledge – Brainstorm Target Not Sighted In

Writing:

  • Primary: Green Hills & Smoky Fields – Write 50000 words – 11962/50000 words A little short for today’s goal, but still On Target
  • Secondary: Other main projects – Write 17500 words – 5246/17500 On Target
    • Still Burning – 694 words
    • Whatever It Takes – 572 words
    • High on Loving You – 632 words
    • By the Gun –403 words
  • Stretch: Side Projects – 2250 words – 1367/2250 On Target
    • Patrick & Sarah – 51  words
    • Tavin & Haiwee – 81 words
    • Roman – 68 words
    • Dougal & Shae – 86 words
    • Jacob & Matthew – 110 words
    • Mike & Fadil – 69 words
    • Hawk – 89 words
    • Sean & Braeden – 74 words
    • Melanie & Garren – 65 words
  • Stretchier: Jonas & Isaac – 15 pages – 3/15 On Edge of Target

Editing:

  • Primary: Stained Blood – Edit chapters as I get them back – 0/22 Target Not Sighted in Yet
  • Secondary: Flames of Renewal – Edit once I get it back from CP Target Not Sighted in Yet
  • Stretch: Transfer Ready When You Are from Word to Scrivener – 4/23 Slightly Off Target

Reading:

  • Primary: Read 30 books – 4/30 Off Target
    • Killing Fear(Allison Brennan) – Started this Thursday afternoon(when my kindle had to charge). Read the prologue(10 pages but was numbered with roman numerals. Chapter 1 started with page 1, which seems weird to me, but oh well). On page 389/421
    • Concourse(Santino Hassell) – Started this Friday evening. Finished it Tuesday afternoon. Loved it. *In my head, I kept calling this Intercourse. The last book was Interborough, and for some reason my brain mashed the two together. And I’d snicker every time I realized what I’d called it. Because I am so very mature.
    • Unicorn Tracks(Julia Ember) – Started this Saturday night. Finished it Tuesday night. Enjoyed it.
    • Once Upon a Wedding(Kait Nolan) – Started this Sunday morning. Finished it Sunday night. Was a quick, sweet read.
  • Secondary: Listen 4 books – 1/4
    • Tower of Dawn(Sarah J Maas) – Started this Wednesday afternoon(10/25). Finished it Monday morning(11/6)
    • A Merciful Truth(Kendra Elliot) – Started this Monday afternoon. On Chapter 12/32

Social Media:

  • Primary: Post Writing Wednesday, Fiction Friday, Stream of Consciousness Saturday, Weekend Writing Warriors, & Sunday Summary each week – 6/21 On Target
  • Secondary: Post to Patreon 4x – 0/4 Off Target

Crafting:

  • Knit: Slip n Purl Toque – Started this Tuesday evening(11/7). Cast on & knit one row Target Sighted in
  • Crochet: Prayer Square  & Dreamy Scarf – 17/17 remaining rows on Prayer Square Target in Sight

Sunday Summary: Double 3s

Happy birthday to me! I guess. I woke up around 2 with a cramp in my calf muscle so bad I was almost in tears. Thanks, body. Just what I wanted for a present. :p So, I guess that means I missed that whole extra hour of sleep thing, too(which we forgot to turn our clocks back last night so I had a moment of confusion when my computer was an hour earlier than everything else…because I apparently ignored my phone). Anyway, today’s plans are breakfast at IHoP, maybe a trip to B&N(to spend gift card MIL got me), craft store(for the yarn I need for one of my projects), hopefully a hair cut and groceries. That’s pretty much it.

I guess this is what 33 looks like, not much different than 32.

A little over a week ago, the S pen for my phone(the Samsung Note 5) broke. The end came off, and I ended up losing the spring, with the rest of the pen stuck inside my phone. I tried a trick I found for getting it out, but it didn’t work. So, I figured I’d get a replacement one(I also bought a couple books so I’d get free shipping. :D). It got here yesterday. And wouldn’t work. 😦 Realized the phone must not recognize it since it still registered one being inside. Husband managed to pry it out(I was afraid to be too aggressive and break something. He obviously didn’t have such concerns). The new one works better than the old one did before. I’m setting the old one aside in case something happens to this one.

Wording is going pretty well, though I just realized I didn’t update my NaNo word count on the site yesterday(think I did Friday, but not sure). Better go do that. Then, on to my progress for the month so far.

Color Code:

Monthly Goal meet/Finished

Weekly Goal met

Progress made

Nothing done

Set aside

Plotting:

  • Primary: Green Hills & Smoky Fields – Outline Act 2, Act 3, & Act 4 as I come to themTarget Not Sighted In
  • Secondary: Flames of Knowledge – Brainstorm Target Not Sighted In

Writing:

  • Primary: Green Hills & Smoky Fields – Write 50000 words – 6982/50000 words On Target
    • “I will not just let him get away with what he has done,” Torin said quietly then turned and stalked back to the mare he’d left a little distance away. He didn’t ride off this time, though. Eamonn was afraid if he did, he would never see his brother again.
  • Secondary: Other main projects – Write 17500 words – 2945/17500 On Target
    • Still Burning – 866 words
      • She shook her head, but all her words had abandoned her. She didn’t know how to make it clear that this wasn’t about him not being enough. It was about him deserving better than she’d ever be able to give him. That she couldn’t love him, not the way he seemed to need from her. “This will be better,” she said then she turned and jogged back to where she’d parked her car.
        It would be better, she told herself again on the drive back to her apartment. Once it stopped hurting so much, it would be better.
    • Whatever It Takes – 819 words
    • High on Loving You – 743 words
    • By the Gun – 517 words
      • “I’m shot.” Shot. Just like their father had been. He’d died in that street because Alejandro hadn’t been able to do anything. Now, he was going to die, too. And he hadn’t even been able to find Rosalyn. He’d failed her just like he had their father. Like he had everyone.
  • Stretch: Side Projects – 2250 words – 674/2250 On Target
    • Patrick & Sarah – 83 words
    • Tavin & Haiwee – 77 words
    • Roman – 68 words
    • Dougal & Shae – 70 words
    • Jacob & Matthew – 50 words
    • Mike & Fadil – 104 words
    • Hawk – 60 words
    • Sean & Braeden – 91 words
    • Melanie & Garren – 71 words
  • Stretchier: Jonas & Isaac – 15 pages – 2/15 On Target

Editing:

  • Primary: Stained Blood – Edit chapters as I get them back – 0/22 Target Not Sighted in Yet
  • Secondary: Flames of Renewal – Edit once I get it back from CP Target Not Sighted in Yet
  • Stretch: Transfer Ready When You Are from Word to Scrivener – 2/23 Off Target

Reading:

  • Primary: Read 30 books – 1/30 Off Target
    • Keeping the Faith(A.M. Leibowitz) – Started this Wednesday morning. Finished it Thursday night. Shed so many tears, but loved it so much.
    • Killing Fear(Allison Brennan) – Started this Thursday afternoon(when my kindle had to charge). Read the prologue(10 pages but was numbered with roman numerals. Chapter 1 started with page 1, which seems weird to me, but oh well). On page 109/421
    • Concourse(Santino Hassell) – Started this Friday evening. At 34%
    • Unicorn Tracks(Julia Ember) – Started this Saturday night. At 11%
  • Secondary: Listen 4 books – 0/4
    • Tower of Dawn(Sarah J Maas) – Started this Wednesday afternoon(10/25). On Chapter 58/69

Social Media:

  • Primary: Post Writing Wednesday, Fiction Friday, Stream of Consciousness Saturday, Weekend Writing Warriors, & Sunday Summary each week – 5/21 On Target
  • Secondary: Post to Patreon 4x – 0/4 Off Target

Crafting:

  • Knit: Slip n Purl Toque Target Not Sighted in Yet
  • Crochet: Prayer Square & Dreamy Scarf – 14/17 remaining rows on Prayer Square Target in Sight

Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m still sharing from Hawk’s story, and on this, my birthday weekend(double 3s on Sunday), I’ve got the last snippet from the scene(and chapter) I’ve been sharing from. Hawk has told them about the last time he saw his father(when he nearly killed Hawk) and it leaves Devil rather shaken. I got a bit creative with punctuation to get it all to fit. 😉

“Hey,” I said, “look at me, Damon. Devil,” I said, when he didn’t respond. “I’m here, he didn’t succeed. Mr. Bentley fished me out of that ditch and got me healed up. He gave me a safe place until I could enlist in the Corps, and I’m still alive. I’m not going to let him change that.”

“God,” he murmured then his mouth had latched onto mine.

I felt the other guys leave, but I didn’t care; I was here with Damon. That had to be all that mattered right now, especially with my father out there.

I didn’t know how much time we might have together; I’d savor every second of it.

How much time will they have? What are they going to do? I’ll have more next weekend.

“You cannot just take a shortcut to justice.”

“It is the only justice he will ever get,” Torin said as he continued to brush his mare’s coat.

“That does not mean it has to be you who brings it his way,” Eamonn argued. “You are all I have left, my brother. Do not take that from me as well.”

Torin firmed his jaw at the guilt that tried to seep into his bones. He couldn’t let his brother’s pleas turn him from this path. “He killed our parents. He destroyed everything we had. I cannot just let him get away with that.”

“I cannot take losing you, too. Not after–”

“Stop,” Torin cut short whatever else Eamonn was going to say. “It does not matter what you say. I am going, Eamonn. You will not stop me. Just leave it.”

Torin was sure his brother would argue some more, instead Eamonn turned and stalked away. They’d made a semi-shelter in what was left of the barn. Torin imagined he was going back there. It wouldn’t offer much protection, but they wouldn’t be able stay here for much longer anyway. Especially after he did what he planned.

“He’ll try to stop me again, Ceallach,” he told the mare. “we can’t let it happen. No one else will make him pay. It has to be me.”

The mare blew out a breath and turning her head, nudged his arm. He buried his face against her neck, taking comfort from her. Other than his brother, the horse was all he had left in the world.

Owen Curran had taken everything else from him. Torin would stop him before he did the same to anyone else. No matter what more it might cost him. He’d promised his father, and he would see it through now.

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No, Jonas and Isaac this week. Sorry if you were looking forward to them. This week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was to use shortcut/ cut short. And I decided to put this toward my goal on my NaNoWriMo project…after making sure shortcut was a term that would have been used in the 1850s(by the 1600s , so I’m safe). Now, I’m off to get more of those words. Torin has some revenge to get after all(though that won’t go quite the way he has planned).

“I think you’re beautiful.”

“You’re drunk and not going to like you said that in the morning.”

“I’m not that drunk,” Maddix said, though he was careful to make sure his words didn’t come out slurred. “And it’s true every time of day.”

Arcelia rolled her eyes and leaned back against the counter. “You’re being ridiculous. Just like always.”

“Like never. Why do you always have to argue with me?”

Arcelia tossed her head back and laughed. She really was beautiful. Why did she always think he was lying about that? “Because it’s so much fun,” she said. She looked beyond him and a smile spread over her face. “Oh, here comes Maribel. I think she’s the one you really want to call beautiful.”

The pleasant buzzing in his blood turned to something else. He couldn’t turn around, though. He’d likely make a fool of himself if he did. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time.

As her soft voice drifted toward them, he was pretty sure it wouldn’t be the last.

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A really short one this time. I’m still trying to figure out what’s going to happen between these characters, but I think it’s going to be fun.

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