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Just Jot It January: Day 30 – “Scrumptious”

“Those look scrumptious,” Ames said after lifting the lid on the container Jeremiah set on the counter.

“Silas made them.”

Ames glanced over at him and saw a faint pink tinge to his cheeks. “You’re blushing. Why are you blushing?”

“No reason,” Jeremiah insisted. “Not a single reason at all.”

Yet, Ames found their lips curling up. “Really? It certainly sounds like there’s a reason.”

“Nope,” Jeremiah said firmly, though his cheeks reddened more. “I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about. Silas didn’t…never mind,” he said quickly, obviously realizing he was about to give himself away.

Ames just laughed. They were glad Jeremiah had found happiness, even if it was in an unconventional relationship. Now, if only they could manage the same.

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Short one today. I wasn’t even sure if I’d have something for today’s Just Jot It January prompt of “scrumptious” brought to us by Judy. Then, the beginning of this popped into my head. Wasn’t quite sure where it would go and still not sure if it will fit into Flames of Knowledge, but maybe somewhere near the beginning.

And if you never saw snippets from “Playing with Fire”, the “unconventional relationship” is that Jeremiah is with both Silas and Corrin, and in fact the three of them are all with each other(did that make sense?). They don’t hide that fact, either, which not everyone is as accepting of as Ames.

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Fiction Friday: Christmas in Triplicate

I wrote up this story over the last week, using a prompt from one of the patreon pages I subscribe to. There were three words to use somehow in the story. Jeremiah, Silas, and Corrin seemed to think it fit them perfectly, so I started writing them. Three words, three characters, and three scenes. I put it up on my Patreon page yesterday. I’m going to share the beginning of it here, but you can read the rest if you subscribe for as little as $1 a month.

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Jeremiah ran a finger over the round ‘E’ key and glanced back over his shoulder. The shopkeeper had barely taken his eyes off him since he’d stepped in here. He brushed off whatever the man’s opinion of him might be and turned back to the item in front of him.

This was not something Corrin put on her list to him and Silas. No, that consisted of mostly books. Notebooks, too. She wasn’t even the reason he’d stopped in her. He’d seen an antique model fire truck in the shop window he was sure his grandfather would like. This vintage typewriter had caught his attention when he stepped inside.

Corrin was the only one he still had to buy for. His grandfather never expected anything, but Jeremiah still tried to pick something up for him if it caught his eye. It had been Corrin who had been nearly impossible to buy for this year. Even harder than his niece, and she couldn’t even tell him what she wanted yet.

He smiled as he thought of little Doreen, just over a year old and already giving his sister and brother-in-law a run for their money.

It was great.

He slid his finger over to the ‘R’ key and down to the ‘F’ but resisted the urge to press down on any of them; he didn’t need to get an even dirtier look from the shopkeeper. Yes, she would like this. It wasn’t their first Christmas together—last year they’d all agreed to get stuff they needed for the new house—but he wanted to make it the best one. For both of the people he loved.

With a sigh, he headed up to the counter. His steps felt heavy. He should have gone home and gotten some sleep, but he was nearly out of time. He figured he’d stop in on his way there. The exhaustion weighed down on him now.

“What can I help you with, young man?” The shopkeeper’s voice sounded tight and a bit disdainful. Jeremiah wondered if it would change the old man’s opinion of him to know he’d just come off a twenty-four hour shift at the fire station.

It didn’t matter. Jeremiah forced some cheerfulness into his voice. “I wondered about the old typewriter over there. How much do you want for it?”

The man made a sound almost like he had a hairball caught in his throat. His sister had given them a kitten over the summer—a stray she’d taken in had kittens and her husband insisted they couldn’t keep all of them—and it made that same noise.

 

Fiction Friday: “Wrong Calculations”

I’ve finished posting Staring at the Sun to Wattpad, and I’m far from ready to start posting Hawk’s story there(it’s only maybe half written, so it will probably be sometime next year). But, I didn’t want to drop my Fiction Friday posts completely. So, I thought I’d write some short stories flash fiction style. I did some browsing on Pinterest and found a bunch of prompts(21 to date, to be exact), some dialogue, some idea-based. I plan to choose one at random each week and base a story on it. These may involve current characters or brand new ones. They should all be under 1000 words, some may come close to that, while others might be more like drabbles. We’ll just have to see how that all works out.

So, now for this week’s:

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“Come on, when have my calculations ever been wrong?”

“Well…” Corrin said, a grin spreading across her face.

“Shut up,” Silas said, grinning around the wooden spoon he’d just lifted to his mouth, “that was one time.”

“Well, you’re the one who asked,” she retorted, hitting a few more keys on her computer then exiting out of whatever she was writing. Must be steamy if she wouldn’t even let him read it.

“This isn’t even the same thing. I didn’t take human behavior into that calculation. This is just about which spices I need to make the sauce just right.” He pursed his lips. “Nope, not quite.”

She laughed and pushed up from the chair. It was a good sound to hear, especially after the shadows he’d seen flit through her eyes when he mentioned that other occurrence. They didn’t talk about it, not even vaguely. Even if it would maybe be better if they did.

But, instead of pushing, Silas reached out and pulled her into him. She didn’t even pretend to resist. He settled his mouth on hers, and she opened instantly, her tongue running along his lip.

When she pulled back, her eyes were sparkling up at him. “I think you got the calculations just right.”

The door opened before he could respond, but he didn’t look away from Corrin. “Well, this is a surprise,” Jeremiah said as he came into the kitchen. “Usually I come home to the two of you arguing.”

He brushed his lips over Corrin’s mouth then leaned in to kiss Silas, just a little harder. “Mmm. Dinner’s going to be good tonight.”

I know I’ve shared some of Silas, Jeremiah, and Corrin on the blog before. But, if you didn’t know, these three are the main characters in Playing with Fire(which I drafted earlier this year). And yes, all three of them are together in a committed relationship. And this is a bit of their “After Happy Ever After”.

Story a Day: Day 31 – “Your Book”

Silas kept the bag clutched under his arm as he opened the door and stepped inside. “Honeys, I’m home,” he called out.

He heard a soft giggle from the kitchen and headed that way. They’d traded the apartment him and Jeremiah had shared the last several years for one with a bigger master bedroom and a small bedroom Corrin had turned into an office. There was no need for separate bedrooms when the three of them spent most nights in the same bed.

Silas stepped into the kitchen and saw Corrin leaning back against the counter, Jeremiah pressed right up to her, his hands under her shirt. Nope, never mind. The shirt was gone now, tossed back behind him.

“You two couldn’t wait, huh?” he asked, placing the bag on the table and stepping up behind Jeremiah. “Didn’t think I might want to join the party.”

Corrin smiled at him, just shy of a grin. “Nothing’s stopping you now, is it?”

He buried his mouth against the back of Jeremiah’s neck, smothering his own grin. She was in a saucy mood today. He loved it.

Corrin reached around Jeremiah, her hand sliding over Silas’ hip. He grasped it and squeezed gently. He was pressed close enough to Jeremiah to feel his groan when both their mouths were on his skin.

Silas released Corrin’s hands and slid his under Jeremiah’s shirt. “Not fair for Corrin to be the only one without clothes,” he said as he pulled it over the man’s head.

“I vote we all lose them,” Corrin said.

Silas laughed and winked at her. “It’s like we share a brain or something. I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

“Then maybe we should take this out of the kitchen,” Jeremiah suggested, his voice roughened. The sound sent a warm shiver down Silas’ spine.

Silas stepped back and waited for his two lovers to join him. But, as they headed for the bedroom, Corrin froze. “What’d you get at the bookstore?” she asked.

“Oh, right,” he said. “I was going to show you that. Shelby wanted me to see if they had a book she’s been looking for, and I saw that while I was there. I wasn’t sure they’d carry it, but there were actually two copies. I bought one of them.”

Obviously, he thought. Idiot. He didn’t even know why he was nervous. He wasn’t the one who had written the book. But, he didn’t know what Corrin would think about him buying a copy.

“They didn’t,” she said, and he wasn’t sure if she was excited or anxious. Then, she was tearing into the bag and pulling the book out. She let out a laugh, that had maybe a slight tinge of hysteria to it. “I can’t believe this. I mean, I already have my copy of it, but I never thought a store around here would carry it.” She grinned as she looked down at the book cover, the name ‘Corrin Riley’ printed right under the title.

He glanced over at Jeremiah and saw a grin on his face, too. He wondered if Corrin knew how proud they were of her. She flipped through the book, seeming to revel in the feel of the pages against her hand. She stopped at one of the last pages. She let out another little laugh then read “Corrin Riley resides with her boyfriends…I still can’t get over that they did include the plural form.”

“You did say this publisher was inclusive. Our living situation shouldn’t be that big a deal,” Jeremiah said.

She smiled. “True. Otherwise they might not have accepted my genderqueer fairies in a poly relationship story. But, that’s fiction.”

“And our life isn’t,” Silas said. “And they respect that.” He took the book from her and set it back on the table. “Now, I believe we were in the middle of something.”

She laughed and leaned in to press her lips to his. Jeremiah wrapped his arms around her waist from behind her, his fingers brushing over Silas’ belt. “I do so love being in the middle of you two,” she said.

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Last day of Story a Day and today’s prompt was to write about a writer. These characters are from a novel I drafted earlier in the year. A little something of a “after the happy ever after” moment. 🙂

Writing Wednesday: Getting Hot

Last week, when we had the broken dryer, it was windy, a little cool, and sometimes rainy. This week so far it feels more like the end of May than middle of April. In fact, I managed to get a little sun burn on Monday just from sitting out on the porch reading while the kids played. Tuesday I put up the porch umbrella when I couldn’t take the direct sunlight anymore.

Keeping me company outside while I wrote and the kids played.

Yesterday was the last day of the kids’ week-long break from school. I managed to write two scenes in Playing with Fire before they got up. Normally I would have kept going, but the scenes coming up will be a bit steamy, and my 9 year-old likes to sit there and read while I write(particularly with it being plugged into the tv until we replace the desk chair). So I decided to set that aside at least until they went to bed last night. Then I could play catch-up. I did get one more scene written last night, I’ll catch up on the other’s today.

Speaking of Playing with Fire, it’s WiPPet Time again!! I’ve shared snippets from Corrin’s POV & Silas’. So, I guess now it’s time to get something from Jeremiah’s. For today, I have 33 sentences(4+19+2+0+1+7). Jeremiah is trying to take some college classes around working at the fire department. But, he’s not finding it so easy to balance the two.

Jeremiah stepped into the apartment but stopped when he heard Corrin’s laugh ring out from the kitchen. He’d loved that sound from the first time he’d heard it. But, it had been elusive lately. He wondered how Silas had managed to bring it out. He’d barely spoken to Silas since their kiss the other day. His words had kept ringing in his head, though. Was he right? Did Corrin really think she didn’t deserve him?
That was just ridiculous.
He shut the door behind him and pulled off his boots before walking toward the kitchen. Exhaustion filled every cell of his body. He wanted to hit his bed, but it would have to be coffee for now. He had a class he couldn’t miss in two hours. Most of his professors understood if he missed a class because he had a shift at the station, but there was always one. And this semester that one was definitely Dr. Egleston.
“You are absolutely awful, Silas,” Corrin was saying as Jeremiah stepped into the kitchen, but she was still smiling. Something twisted in him that Silas was the one she was smiling at like that. He wasn’t sure which of them he was more jealous of.
“I try to do my part,” Silas said, grinning back at her. Then, he glanced over at Jeremiah, and his smile softened. “You look like shit. Hard shift?”
Jeremiah nodded. He wasn’t ready to talk about it, though. “I need to shower, change, and get to class. Is there still any coffee?”
“It’s just about out,” Silas said. “I’ll get some more started while you get a shower.”
“Thanks. I won’t be long.” He wanted to say more, do more, but Silas was already turning toward the coffeemaker. It was for the best anyway.
He had to stop wanting more than he could have.

But, is it, Jeremiah? Or can you have everything you want? 😉

Plotting

  • Heart of Christmas – finish Story Toolkit, Outline in scrivener
  • Still BurningBrainstorm, Character back stories, plot summary, through Story Toolkit: Romance Arcwrote the plot summary(296 words), and got through the Initial Concept sheet(190 words). 1/22 sections for the Toolkit

Writing

  • Playing with Fire – Add 73000 words/66 scenes(some of these include bits from my Just Jot It posts in January, they may be fleshed out to scenes of their own or merged into other scenes, but I’m counting them all for right now). – 26627 words/40 finished scenes for the month, 4597 words/7 scenes for the week
  • Side Projects – add 4000 words between all projects. – 3043/4000 words for the month, 534 for the week
    • Dougal & Shae – 143 words – ”Any man who thinks he can try to force you to do anything you don’t want to do is too stupid to deserve you anyway.”
    • Mike & Fadil – 174 words – After stopping at the market, he drove down the next block to the house where he’d grown up. He always felt a slight pang driving past her. No, life hadn’t always been wonderful when he was younger. His father had never been a violent man, but Mike had very few memories where the man hadn’t been drunk.
    • Hang On – 108 words – Ian didn’t say anything else, but I could still feel him watching me as I focused on the road. Still, I couldn’t help wondering who this person was who he was losing his mind over. And wishing it was me. *hehehe, who says it isn’t?
    • Roman – 109 words – He finished his eggs and washed them down with the rest of his coffee. He pushed back from the table and picked up his plate. “Are you going to help Carlos?” Tereza asked before he could even take a step away from the table.

Editing

  • Stained BloodAdjust chapters(some are really long after adding new scenes in), double-check for missing details, 50 search & destroy items, send to readers –  29/50 search & destroy items(cut 775 words).
  • Snow White Twistrename, polish 48 search & destroy items, send to readers –If anyone else is interested in reading a f/f snow white retelling and offering feedback, I’ll send it to you, too. I’ve already gotten it back from one of the beta readers and started going through the notes.
  • Flames of Renewal – CP Edits once I get it back
  • In the Moonlight – transfer from One Note to Scrivener(on two different computers)

Blogging

  • A-Z posts: Draft 13 posts 13/13 finished. 9500 words. Started drafting T post on my phone while we were at husband’s aunt’s on Sunday. Yes, I’ll do just about anything to avoid interacting with people(and it was our last stop of the day and I’d had enough). I wrote about 255 words on that. And I finished it at home Sunday night(662). Wrote U on Monday, then  V, W, X, Y & Z on Tuesday.
  • A-Z posts: Edit 18 posts – 11/18
  • A-Z posts: Post 25 posts – 15/25 posted. You can find links to all current ones on my theme reveal post(I’m updating as they go live)

Reading

  • Listen: 5 books – 3/5, 0 this week
    • Girl on a Wire(Gwenda Bond) – Started this Thursday. Wasn’t too sure about it at first, but I’m on Chapter 22 now and still enjoying it.
  • Read: 30 books – 18/30, 2 this week
    • Hammer of the Gods(Christina Ochs) – this is book 3 in her Desolate Empire series. I got the boxed set, but I’ve already read the first 2 separately, so I jumped right to this one on my phone. I’ll read it in the between moments. I’m on Chapter 96/166(If I counted right. The chapters are labeled with POV characters’ names instead of numbers).
    • Make Me Stay(Jaci Burton) – Read this Monday afternoon. Enjoyed it.
    • Wild Ride(Cathryn Fox) – Started this Tuesday morning. Finished it while eating lunch Tuesday. It was a quicker one, and I liked it.
    • A Rogue by Any Other Name(Sarah MacLean) – Started this Tuesday afternoon. On page 45/36.

Crafting

  • Knit: Duo Cable Hat – 6 rounds of decrease done, but I ran out of yarn.
  • Crochet: Crystal Drops Beanie – I got 10/17 rounds done
  • Loom: Newborn Loom Knit Baby Hat

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “Hair”

“Your boys are here.”

Corrin glanced over at her cousin, Gio, also her boss. His light red hair was pulled back from his face, and his blue eyes twinkled as he grinned at her. Then, she looked in the way he gestured. And saw Jeremiah and Silas sitting at one of the tables. She looked back at her cousin then. “You don’t seem to have a problem with our arrangement,” she said. “You don’t think it’s wrong?”

One corner of his mouth lifted a little higher. “Do you really think I, of all people, would judge?”

“My dad does,” she said softly. It still hurt that her dad couldn’t accept that she was happy.

Gio gave her shoulders a quick squeeze. “He’ll come around. Even Cormac has started to with me and Cam. And you know how easy it is to bring Cormac around to anything not originally his idea.”

Corrin laughed at that. He did have a point. She just wasn’t sure if it was true.

“Go see your boys,” he said, squeezing her shoulders once more before heading back behind the bar.

Corrin headed toward the table and caught Silas’ eye first. His smile spread and he shoved some of his dark hair back from his face. Jeremiah looked over his shoulder, and his grin joined Silas’. “What can I do for you boys?” she asked, trying to smother her own grin.

“Well, now,” Silas said, I could tell you, but I doubt your cousin would like any of those suggestions. Ow!” He reached under the table, likely to rub the leg Jeremiah must have kicked. “I was just teasing.”

Corrin couldn’t help but laugh. “What can I get you to eat or drink?” she rephrased her question.

Silas still waggled his eye brows at her, and she laughed again, but he behaved this time as they orders drinks and dinner. As she turned to leave, she saw Silas lean across the table and kiss Jeremiah. There was no jealousy when she saw the two of them together. Just an eagerness to be able to join them. A couple more hours of work, and she’d be able to do just that.

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This week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was “hair”. I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to work that in. But, I decided to visit with Corrin and company from Playing with Fire. This will come after the actual story.

Just Jot It January: Day 29 – “History”

“The two of you have so much history together. I don’t want to come between any of that.”

Jeremiah reached out and cupped Corrin’s cheek. “You aren’t coming between anything. We both want you here.”

She wasn’t convinced. “I’ve seen the way you two are together. And I love being a part of it. But, I don’t-”

He stepped even closer to her. “You do,” he said softly. “You keep thinking about our past, but that’s not what’s important to any of us. Our future is. We want that to include you being with us. Why can’t you see that?”

Because it had been too much to hope for. But, she thought just maybe she could start doing that.

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Today is Day 29 of Just Jot It January, and the prompt was “History”. This will probably come near the end of Playing with Fire. I won’t know exactly how that goes until I start writing. Even with all the plotting I do, the characters tend to have a mind of their own and don’t always go along with what I plan.

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