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“I hope you have a good tale for that tail sticking out of your shirt,” Eamonn said as Desmund came into the room.

The other man didn’t say a word as he turned back to close the door. Still Eamonn put his pen back near the inkwell and leaned back in the chair, waiting. He’d gone on thinking Desmund was dead for too many months. He could have patience with the man right here with him now.

Desmund hissed as he started to turn back to Eamonn. Or was that whatever was in his shirt? “Should I be jealous?” Eamonn asked quietly then lowered his voice even more. “That something is closer to you than I am.” They always had to speak quietly here. The walls were too thin.

One corner of Desmund’s mouth lifted into a smile. “At least you never dig your claws into me this way. Ouch! Will you stop that?” he demanded of the wriggling lump under his shirt.

Eamonn laughed and moved over to him, slipping free some of the buttons of his shirt. Suddenly a ball of white and gray fur fell into his hands and let out a sharp “mew”. Eamonn cradled the kitten in the palm of his hand, scratching his fingers over the top of its head. When he ran his hand over the kitten’s body, he could feel every bump of its ribs. “Where did you find him?” Her? He hadn’t even checked.

“Crying in the alley. Couldn’t just leave her there all alone.”

Of course he couldn’t. Desmund had such a soft spot for any animal in need. He was always feeding strays behind the inn. But, the innkeeper never let them keep any of them. “How did you get her past Mal? Wasn’t he downstairs?”

“Why do you think she was in me shirt? We can keep her, right?”

Like he was ever able to say no when Desmund looked at him like that.

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Today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was to use tail/tale, one or both, any way we want. I had several half-formed ideas by the time I got up this morning, but this is the only one that stuck and formed into more. If it does make it into the book, it’ll be somewhere in the second half of book 2 of my Green Hills & Smoky Fields series, which I’m still plotting.

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“All I’m saying, is that if you blow up the house, you’re going to be so fired.”

Maddix glanced over at the girl standing in the doorway. Maribel. And not really a girl. She was just as much an adult as he was. Still, he’d avoided her as much as he could since the first day he’d come to her father’s office for work. It wasn’t easy when the office was at their house.

“I’m not going to blow the house up,” he said, trying to hold onto his scowl. That was damn near impossible when he saw the way her eyes were twinkling. She was laughing at him.

That shouldn’t make him want her more. He turned back to the counter, studying the machine in front of him.

“It’s not that hard,” she said, coming up behind him. “And it’s not a bomb. If you hit the wrong button, it’s not going to explode.”

“Then, why did you think I’d blow up the house?”

That laugh left her eyes and flowed right through her. And into him. Her arm brushed his, and he thought he would explode, bomb or not.

“You were concentrating so hard,” she told him, “I thought your head might burst. Who knows what might go with it.”

Then, he couldn’t help but laugh, too. Until she brushed against him again. Why did she have to keep doing that? Didn’t she realize what it did to him? Judging by the glint in her eyes, she did. But, all she did was press one of the buttons on the machine. “If you’re making coffee for Dad, that’s the one you want.”

Then, she turned and walked back out of the kitchen. He barely mumbled a thanks before she was gone again. Maybe he should turn in his resignation, and save his sanity, before her father really did fire him.

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Yeah, Maddix, that’s so not going to happen. I wouldn’t make it that easy on you. I will be getting around to writing Mad and Mari’s story eventually. I have a few more to go before that, though.

 

I got a bit of a slow start to this month. Just could not seem to focus the first two days. Monday was better. Cranked out 900 words first thing in the morning and added another 550 throughout the day. Tuesday was another distractible day, at least in the morning. I did get the rest of my words(goal was 1425 for the day) later on in the afternoon. This morning was a little slow, too. Didn’t help that I decided to start looking at covers for Flames of Renewal.

Not much else going on here, other than still getting the house ready to list. That should be happening soon. But, for now, I’m jumping right into this week’s WiPPet! This picks right up from last week’s, but we’ve switched into Isaac’s POV(Jonas’ last line was: “Then why did you walk away from me?”). I have 11 paragraphs today(7[day]+2+0+1+8[year]=18=1+8=9+2[month]).

Isaac couldn’t swallow the lump in his throat or breathe around the rock suddenly lodged in his chest. “You’re the one who left,” he finally said. “You were leaving me behind. What was I supposed to do?”

Jonas just stared at him. Isaac didn’t think he was going to say anything at first. Then, he choked out, “I wasn’t leaving you. I joined the Army, I didn’t run away. Plenty of other recruits had girlfriends or boyfriends back home. Some of them even made it work through basic and years of active duty. We could have made it, too, Isaac, but you didn’t give us a chance.”

Isaac glanced away from him. Everything felt too tight all of a sudden. He’d managed to confess all of it to Tereza in the first year of Jonas’ Army career. But, could he tell Jonas now? He wasn’t so sure. But, he couldn’t keep quiet, either.

“I was afraid,” he said, not able to bring his voice above a whisper. He felt like acid coated his eyes and throat, burning both of them. “I was so damn afraid, Jonas, and I didn’t know how to handle it.”

“Of what?” Jonas asked, throwing his hands up. “If you would have just told me, we could have worked through whatever it was. Instead you just walked away from me.”

“How?” Isaac demanded. “How could we do that? You’d already committed to four years in the Army, and I couldn’t handle that. Couldn’t live with how that might change you.”

“What are you talking about? Why are you so sure it would have changed me? I’m the same I was then, or I was before that damn accident.”

“How was I supposed to know that at the time? All I knew were the stories my mother told me about how my father was when they started dating before he joined up. And the completely different man that I knew.”

“And your only conclusion was that the Army turned him that way? That it would turn anyone that way? Not that maybe he always had that mean streak in him and something else brought it out? Damn, Isaac. And here I always thought you were the smart one.”

Heat washed through him. You’re so stupid. Why was I burdened with such a stupid son?”

He tried to force his father’s voice out of his head and asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

What does Jonas mean? And are they finally getting somewhere? Shortly before this they had a conversation about Jonas not being the school-type, unlike Isaac.

Color Code:

Monthly Goal Met/Finished

Weekly Goal Met

Progress Made

Nothing Done

Set Aside

Plotting:

  • Primary: Outline Act 4 of Whatever It Takes
  • Secondary: Green Hills & Smoky Fields2 – Story Toolkit – 6/21 worksheets done
  • Tertiary: Green Hills & Smoky Fields2 – Outline Act 1
  • Stretch: James & Tracy’s story – brainstorm

Writing:

  • Primary: Whatever It Takes – 1st draft – 4424/~35000 words, 3252 this week
  • Secondary: Side Projects – 5000 words – 1254/5000 words, 313 this week
    • Patrick & Sarah – 84/500 words
    • Tavin & Haiwee – 199/500 words
    • Roman – 193/500 words
    • Dougal & Shae – 80/500 words
    • Jacob & Matthew – 102/500 words
    • Mike & Fadil – 77/500 words
    • Hawk – 87/500 words
    • Sean & Braeden – 236/500 words
    • Melanie & Garren – 82/500 words
    • Desmund – 114/500 words
  • Tertiary: Jonas & Isaac – 15 pages – 4/15 pages
  • Stretch: By the Gun – 2500 words

Editing:

  • Primary: Stained Blood – Beta edits as they come in – got chapter 6 back from beta on Friday. Started making edits Tuesday. Am at 9 words currently.
  • Secondary: Flames of Renewal – CP edits once I get them – I got this back Monday afternoon. Compiled comments into Scrivener Monday night.
  • Tertiary: Paint Me a Picture – transfer to Scrivener – 1/11 chapters
  • Stretch: Melanie & Garren – revise & post to Patreon

Reading:

  • Primary: Read 20 books – 4/20
    • Fall of the Titan(Christina Ochs) – Carrying this one over from January. At 35%.
    • Force of Nature(Suzanne Brockmann) – Started this Saturday evening. Finished it Sunday night. Loved it. Really wish I had the next book right now.
    • Baby, It’s Cold Outside(Kait Nolan) – Started this Monday afternoon. Finished it Monday night. Loved it!
    • Hate to Want You(Alisha Rai) – Started this Monday night. At 60%
  • Secondary: Listen 5 books – 2/5
    • Beyond Addiction(Kit Rocha) – Started this Tuesday afternoon. Finished it Friday afternoon. Loved it
    • Beyond Possession(Kit Rocha) – Started this Friday afternoon. Finished this Tuesday morning. Really enjoyed it.
    • Beyond Innocence(Kit Rocha) – Started this Tuesday afternoon. On Chapter 6/26

Social Media:

  • Primary: Post 5 regular weekly posts – 5/20
  • Secondary: Post to Patreon 2 times
  • Tertiary: Set-Up 26 A-Z posts – 26/26 posts set-up
  • Stretch: Plot 26 A-Z posts

Crafting:

  • Knit: Dunfallandy Baby Blanket – 33/64 rows of first square(x4)

    half of the first square done

  • Crochet: Simple Basket – 18/18 rounds done

 

We’re only a few days into the month, and they’ve started a little slow for me. I opened up Whatever It Takes to work on again. But, I haven’t done anything with it since December. It’s taking me a little bit to get my rhythm back on this story. But, I have been making progress, so I guess that’s something at least.

We’re still working on getting our house to list for sale. I was shredding all our old bills and receipts last week. Until I killed our paper shredder. We’ve had it a few years(probably more than a few, but I don’t remember how long exactly). On Saturday, while we were shopping, we looked at new ones. We ended up going with a cheaper model, so hopefully it’ll at least last through this process.

Color Code:

Monthly Goal Met/Finished

Weekly Goal Met

Progress Made

Nothing Done

Set Aside

Plotting:

  • Primary: Outline Act 4 of Whatever It Takes
  • Secondary: Green Hills & Smoky Fields2 – Story Toolkit – 4/18 worksheets done
  • Tertiary: Green Hills & Smoky Fields2 – Outline Act 1
  • Stretch: James & Tracy’s story – brainstorm

Writing:

  • Primary: Whatever It Takes – 1st draft – 1172/~35000 words
    • Maybe because Carisa hadn’t asked her to be. Hadn’t acted like being normal was really even a thing. Jayla hadn’t realized how freeing that could be. “I have to go into work, too,” she said. “So, it’s not like we could have stayed here anyway.”
      Carisa sighed. “This whole being an adult is just no fun at all sometimes.”
      Jayla giggled. Had that sound actually come from her? It was hard to believe. But, from the way Carisa beamed at her, it must have. She ran her thumb over Carisa’s lips. “No one says we have to get up right this second, though.”
  • Secondary: Side Projects – 5000 words – 941/5000 words
    • Patrick & Sarah – 84/500 words
    • Tavin & Haiwee – 104/500 words
    • Roman – 102/500 words
    • Dougal & Shae – 80/500 words
    • Jacob & Matthew – 102/500 words
    • Mike & Fadil – 77/500 words
    • Hawk – 87/500 words
    • Sean & Braeden – 109/500 words
    • Melanie & Garren – 82/500 words
    • Desmund – 114/500 words
  • Tertiary: Jonas & Isaac – 15 pages – 2.5/15 pages
  • Stretch: By the Gun – 2500 words

Editing:

  • Primary: Stained Blood – Beta edits as they come in – got chapter 6 back from beta on Friday. Copied all comments into the scrivener file.
  • Secondary: Flames of Renewal – CP edits once I get them – I did contact my CP again about this, with a promise she’ll have it to me soon. Fingers crossed.
  • Tertiary: Paint Me a Picture – transfer to Scrivener – 1/11 chapters
  • Stretch: Melanie & Garren – revise & post to Patreon

Reading:

  • Primary: Read 20 books – 2/20
    • Fall of the Titan(Christina Ochs) – Carrying this one over from January. At 35%.
    • Breaking Point(Suzanne Brockmann) – Started this Wednesday afternoon. Finished it Thursday night. Loved it.
    • Chasing Christmas Eve(Jill Shalvis) – Started this Friday morning. Finished it Saturday afternoon. Loved it.
    • Force of Nature(Suzanne Brockmann) – Started this Saturday evening. On page 182/492. I may have stayed up later than planned reading this last night. “I’m just going to read one more chapter”…3 chapters later. “Really, I am going to bed now.” 😉
  • Secondary: Listen 5 books – 1/5
    • Beyond Addiction(Kit Rocha) – Started this Tuesday afternoon. Finished it Friday afternoon. Loved it
    • Beyond Possession(Kit Rocha) – Started this Friday afternoon. On Chapter 5/15

Social Media:

  • Primary: Post 5 regular weekly posts – 4/20
  • Secondary: Post to Patreon 2 times
  • Tertiary: Set-Up 26 A-Z posts – 8/26 posts set-up
  • Stretch: Plot 26 A-Z posts

Crafting:

  • Knit: Dunfallandy Baby Blanket – 18/64 rows of first square(x4)
  • Crochet: Simple Basket – 18/18 rounds done

Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m continuing with Hawk’s story right where we left off last week.

Trace nodded then jogged down the hallway. “He’s eager,” I said. “It’s not necessarily a bad thing.”

I wasn’t sure Icarus could wipe the smile off his face. “He is that,” he agreed, “and without the chip I had on my shoulder at that age. I don’t know I could ask for more.”

“Really,” I asked, my lips twisting up into a smirk, “there’s nothing else you’d ask for?”

Icarus didn’t even try to tone down his grin. “Considering I finally got Cassie to agree to marry me? Nope.”

If you haven’t followed along with this series, Cassie & Icarus were together almost twenty years before, resulting in Trace, but stuff happened that separated them, so he didn’t know about Trace until the last year. And she’d married someone else, who was not a nice guy. She’s been living with them for over a year, and Icarus has been trying to earn her trust again(that mostly happened in the last story, Staring at the Sun).

“In other words, you hate us simply for where we were born.”

Thom sneered at Eamonn. “That is not the only reason.”

“It does seem as it’s the biggest one, though. And it is not as if ye are the first one with that opinion. If not for it, me brother and I would still be to home, our parents still alive, and our farm not burned to the ground.” Eamonn had to take a deep breath. “Little more than a sea separates where we were born-”

“More than that separates us,” Thom said as Desmund moved past Eamonn, just brushed a hand over his elbow. Eamonn didn’t think Thom had missed the gesture, though. “It doesn’t matter how pretty you try to talk, you’ll never rise above what you are.”

Eamonn had held his temper these last weeks. But, they were off the ship now. They didn’t have to worry about stumbling into each other. And now Eamonn felt like he was going to explode with that contained anger. But, they still stood on the docks, and he knew it was not safe to let it all go.

Safe was something he and Desmund might never be.

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This week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was to work “in other words” into the post somewhere. I had a couple things pop into my head for the one. I could have taken it anywhere with any of them. But, this is from the story I’m currently plotting, Book 2 of my Green Hills & Smoky Fields series. I finished Book 1 last month and getting into the thick of plotting book 2. Which I won’t be writing until probably May(Flames of Knowledge is slated for April, so it just depends on if I finish it in one month).

Fiction Friday: Navigate

“No, no, you do NOT want me navigating. I’ll accidently navigate us off a cliff.”

He laughed. Like he thought I was actually joking. “I’m serious,” I told him as I turned the map in my hands again. “I cannot read these things. I don’t have a clue which way we’re supposed to go.”

“Relax,” he said, glancing over at me after taking the next turn in the road. “What does it matter if we get lost?”

“Um, we’ll be LOST. Isn’t that the whole point of having a map. So we don’t get lost where no one can find us, and we DIE.” Yes, I was being dramatic. No, I didn’t care.

He pulled over to the side of the road then leaned over to kiss me. “We’re not going to die,” he said. “And we’ll be together. So what else could matter?”

What had I been worried about again? Damn, but he always knew how to make me forget what I was freaking out about.

What else could matter, indeed.

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Welcome back to my Fiction Friday installments. I kind of took January off from it, though not really. I was still posting little fiction snippets, but I was using prompts from the Just Jot It challenge and often forgot to label Fridays as a Fiction Friday post. Now, I’m back to using prompts I’ve found on Pinterest. I used this week’s as the first line, which always makes me laugh, because it’s something I could say about myself. Please never give me a map if you actually want to get somewhere. 😀

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