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Writing Wednesday: Off Routine

I got thrown off my routine the beginning of this week. Monday morning had to take both kids to the doctor to get official diagnosis of strep throat. They have to be on antibiotics for 24 hours before they go back to school and by the time we got home and they took the first dose, it was already noon. Which meant they had to stay home Tuesday as well. Of course, by then, they were feeling well enough to be fighting over the littlest things. *sigh*. They both went back to school today, though, so it’s back to the regular schedule. Of course, that’s only for 3 more weeks(+1 day), then they’ll be home for the summer. My routine will likely change then, though I’m still hoping to get my writing in before we head outside each day(and if not, I can at least get some writing done while we’re outside).

Anyway, it’s Wednesday again! Which means it’s time for another WiPPet Wednesday. As I promised last week, I have a snippet of In the Moonlight, which happens to be my NA ghost story. Writing it in 1st person, which doesn’t always come naturally to me. I started Nola’s 1st scene today and hoping her voice is different enough from Yasmin’s. Today’s snippet is from Chapter 1, Yasmin’s PoV. 16 sentences(5+11).

“I can’t believe it,” Dad said, not for the first time. “I can’t believe she didn’t leave anything to me. Why did we even have to be here if she didn’t leave us anything?”

They hadn’t had to be there. She hadn’t left them anything. She’d left it to me.

“I’m the oldest of the next generation,” he continued. “I should have at least gotten the house. I just don’t understand why she’d do this.”

Because she knew he’d never cared for the house. They’d had a driver drop me off and pick me back up each summer. I didn’t even know the last time he’d actually spoken to his aunt. Dad had always said it should just be sold. Even though it had been in the family for nearly two hundred years. Aunt Adriane had known that was the first thing he’d do.

But, now it belonged to me.

Within 1 scene, I really hated her father. Don’t care much for her mother, either. They are rather stuck up.

Now, on to my progress for the week so far:

  • Work 20 hours on writing/editing – 9 hours, 25 minutes
    • Carlos & Tereza – 650 words(+1427 for my story a day piece that was back story for this)
    • Break on Me – 122 words(+2070 for my story a day piece. Events that happened during, & mostly off the page, Love Who You Love)
    • In the Moonlight – 1579 words(+1046 for my story a day piece, some of which ended up in the WiP, but switched from Yasmin’s POV to Nola’s)
    • Guarding the Heart – reorganized chapters & started Scene Map
  • Dance with the Devil – get to 1500 words – nothing new
  • Goin’ Down – get to 1250 words – nothing new
  • Snow White Twist – get to 1000 words – nothing new
  • Read: Storyworld First – get to 50% – Up to 35%. Should get to 40% today, which will keep me on track.
  • Read: Summer Days(Susan Mallery), Trace of Fever(Lori Foster), Flowers on Main(Sheryll Woods), The Distance from A-Z(Natalie Blitt), Dead Wrong(Stacy Green), & Lower Education(A.M. Leibowitz) – I finished Summer Days(was ok), and Trace of Fever(enjoyed this one), and am 175 pages into Flowers on Main(liking it).
  • Knit: Entwined Fingerless Mitts – About halfway through the second mitt. Hoping to finish another pattern repeat(which is 8 rows) today.
  • Story a Day – Finish 8 stories – I’ve finished 4 of these, counting Sunday’s(which I am since I didn’t finish it until after my RoW80 check-in
    • Midas’ Daughter – this one has all new characters & is the longest one I’ve written for this(about 3750 words). Think of going over it later & submitting
    • New Start – some of Carlos’ back story
    • To Forget –  what happens after Gabriel invites Erik to move in with him. This may add more conflict & tension to Break on Me
    • Welcome Home – Yasmin getting to her great-aunt’s, now her, house.

Still a good bit of green going on there. Hopefully even less red by Sunday.

Teaser Tuesday: Guarding the Heart

I haven’t shared anything for Teaser Tuesday for a while. I currently have three projects in various stages of revisions. Two of those I’m waiting for feedback on, though. So, today I have something from the other one, that’s really in the pre-revision stage. I’m filling in details that I left blank during the first draft. I’m almost halfway through that, and then I’ll be starting to dig into revisions before I add it to the list to send to my critique partner. But, for now here’s the beginning of Guarding the Heart:

Casey Brannigan stood at the back of the church. He hated these places. Hated them like nothing else. And he’d hated plenty of things during the last thirty years. But churches, and particularly the funerals held in them, held a special place in his list of hatred. There’d been too many. Too damn many. And he was sick of attending them. But, he’d missed the one he should have been there for the most.
The thought, the memory, nearly had him doubled over with the pain of grief. Eight years. Eight damn years, and it still hurt. He should be over it by now. Should have moved on and gotten over her.
He’d never get over her.
He felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder and winced even though he knew who it was. “Goddamn it, Alex. I’ve told you not to do that.”
“Watch it, Casey. You shouldn’t take the Lord’s name in vain in his own house.”
The words were light, but Casey knew his best friend took his faith seriously. “I don’t think your Lord has anything to do with these places or half the shit that goes on in them.”
“Again, you may want to watch it.”
Casey realized people’s heads were turning their way and pursed his lips together. He was silent as the pastor read a passage from the bible. “We shouldn’t be here,” he finally said.
“She was our client, Case. You’re the one who wanted to come.”
“Exactly. She was ours. We shouldn’t have let this happen. How did he get past us?”
Alex shook his head then glanced down pointedly at Casey’s side. “He nearly killed you, that’s how. Your guardian angel is gonna quit his job if you keep this up.”
“I was just doing my job, Alex. We’re supposed to protect our clients.”
“I’m not stupid, Casey. You’re still trying to make up for not being able to protect Marie.There was nothing you could have done. You weren’t even in the country.”
There it was again. That pain in his heart, in his gut. He turned away from his friend before he gave in to the urge to punch him. “I need to get some air.”
He heard his friend’s soft curses as he turned and left the sanctuary. And he couldn’t help the twitch at the corner of his lips. Alex was always the one to lecture him about swearing in the church. Like it would get him struck down right then and there. And now he was doing it. Then, he heard his footsteps following. “Damn it, Casey, get back here.”
He turned toward the other man. “When I say I want air, I don’t usually want company.”
“Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I just worry about how hard you push yourself. If you keep putting yourself in the path of danger, you’re not going to get out of the way one of these times.”

I probably won’t have this one out this year, but hoping for sometime early next year.

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