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Writing Wednesday: Break, What Break?

RoW80 is still on a break between rounds. It starts on Monday, but I’ll probably have my post up on Sunday. Mostly so I can stick to my schedule. I’ve still been writing though. Boy, have I been writing. JuNoWriMo finish on Monday. I’d actually passed the 50k goal on Thursday. Ended up with over 54k for the month. Then, Camp NaNoWriMo started on Tuesday(today as of the time I’m writing this). In these two days, I’ve written over 5700 words. Over 5400 of those are on Stained by Ashes. I’m moving toward the climax. If I can keep writing like this, I hope to have the first draft finished by the end of the week. May or may not happen though.

And I should be getting an email from my CP today(Wednesday). She said I’m very good at stabbing her in the heart. Repeatedly. Lol. I’m going to take this as a compliment(because I’m an evil writer apparently).

So, since RoW80 hasn’t started back up yet, this will be mainly a WiPPet post. Adam has gone into town to tell the sheriff what he’s seen. This is the last 9 scenes from that scene(the last line refers back to something the sheriff said a bit earlier. But I didn’t want to include all that).

The sheriff’s ruddy face paled at that. “Burned alive?”
Adam gave a short nod. “Like I said, I didn’t know them. They didn’t deserve that though.”
The sheriff rubbed a hand over his eyes. Then, he let it drop again. “You said north of Patrick’s ranch?” At Adam’s nod, his brow furrowed. “That’s Kline land.”
“It wasn’t any of them.”
The sheriff’s face relaxed. “Squatters then.”
Adam’s jaw tightened. “They still didn’t deserve to die that way.”
“No. No, of course not.” The sheriff sighed and reached for his hat. “I suppose you want me to come out there.”
“I figured you’d want to see the bodies and bring them in. They deserve to be buried at least.”
“Right.” He sighed as he headed for the door. “Like I said, cut from the same cloth.”

Neither Adam or I were too fond of the sheriff here(and it’s not the last time he’s a bit of a jerk). Of course, the sheriff isn’t too fond of Adam either. And since it didn’t happen in his town, he’s not too concerned about it.

Only about 10 more scenes to finish this draft(unless I add more as I go). So, I don’t know if I’ll be sharing more of this next week or not. I guess we’ll see how much progress I make on it.

Writing Wednesday: Mind Your Business

Only Wednesday morning, and it’s been a productive week already. I got ahead on my writing goals last night, so had today’s finished by 7:30. Hoping that means I can get ahead for the rest of the week as well. I’m not doing a RoW80 check-in today though. Since tomorrow is the last day of the round, I’ll just do the final wrap-up then. But, I do have a WiPPet snippet for you at least. Not far past last week’s bit. For today, I have 31 sentences(6+25). Adam is out checking fences with the foreman when he sees something disturbing.

He drew in a breath and slowly released it, then fell in beside James. But, they hadn’t ridden far when he pulled on the reins. “I can’t do it,” he said. “Tell Patrick I’ll be back before dark.”
“Damn, Adam. Get the hell back here.”
Adam was already urging his horse into a trot then a lope. He didn’t bother responding to the foreman’s words. Something did not feel right. It weighed on him like a heavy blanket. He was afraid it would suffocate him if he didn’t find out what was wrong. He heard another shout behind him, knew James had turned and followed him. He didn’t stop though.
He came to the rise of a hill then yanked on the reins. A cabin had stood in the clearing below. The trees were cut back, leaving enough so that it would have been hidden coming from the other direction. The direction that the Kline ranch lay. But, someone had obviously known about it and had not wanted it here. All that remained besides the stone of a chimney and a few logs of the foundation, was smoking ashes. He saw another pile of ashes to the right of that. What had probably been a lean-to for the homesteaders’ animals.
That heavy blanket still hadn’t lifted from him.
Adam heard the pound of hooves behind him. Probably would have reached for his gun if he hadn’t known James was following him. “Damn,” the older man breathed when he pulled his horse up beside Adam.
“I’m going down there.”
James reached for his reins before he could even urge the horse forward. “It’s still not our land, Adam. Not our business.”
“And what if whoever’s cabin that is is still down there. We can’t just leave them.”

I’m more than halfway through the first draft of Stained by Ashes. I was hoping to have it done this month, but it may spill over into July. That’s all right. It takes as long as it takes. I may just have to adjust my goals for Camp Nanowrimo.

If you want to know how the second RoW80 round went, check back in tomorrow.

Writing Wednesday: Flying

This has been a productive week already. By Tuesday night, I had written 5756 words. So, I would say the working on three separate projects seems to be working for me. At least for now. We’ll see if it continues to work. First, this week’s WiPPet Snippet. 12 paragraphs(18-6) from a couple scenes after last week’s in Stained by Ashes. Still in town and the same day, but this is from Adam’s POV.

Two steps took him to the side of the horse she currently stroked. He tipped his hat forward. “Ma’am.”
Her head jerked up at his voice, and he saw the irritation turn to interest. Then, her face went bland. “Sir. If you’ll excuse me,” she said, stepping back.
“Do you need help with anything?”
He saw her gaze flick across the street, was sure she was looking for her dad and brother. Whether it was because she was afraid of what they would do if they came over, or if she was uncomfortable and looking for help, he didn’t know.
“Thank you, sir, but my brother has it handled. Now, please, I’d ask you to leave.”
That was fear in her eyes. And he didn’t think it was directed at him. He nodded at her and took a step back, lifting his fingers to tip his hat again. “Good day then, Ma’am.”
She kept her eyes on him as he took another step back. He didn’t want to take his from her, but he had to turn before he ran into someone else. As he did, he saw Lucas and Louis crossing the street toward them. The old man’s eyes were trained on his daughter, but her brother glared right at him. Then, he veered away from his father and came toward Adam.
Adam turned away, settling his hat further on his head. Too late though. Louis caught him, wrapping his fingers around Adam’s arm. “You damn halfbreed, keep your dirty paws off my sister. You won’t make her your squaw.”
Rage boiled under his skin, in his blood. That was all these people would ever see him as. He had too much of his mother’s blood to fit in with them. And there was too much of his father in him to let it go. He pushed Louis away from him. “I didn’t have my hands on her. I asked if she needed some help. And I have no desire to take a wife.” It was a lie, but he wouldn’t let that show. He wouldn’t like anything more than to find someone to marry, someone he could make a family with. Like he’d dreamed of doing with Maggie.
“Louis, leave him alone.” Her soft voice came from behind him. “He did nothing. People are allowed to speak to me when I’m in town.”
“Not him. Get in the wagon, Leah. We’re going home.”
He saw her tremble for just a moment then turn to do just that. He wanted to strike out at the man for talking to her like that. For putting that fear in her eyes. But, before he could do more than think it, Patrick spoke his name. “Come on,” he said when Adam turned to him. “We have things to see to before we head home.”

WiPPet Wednesday is hosted by K.L. Schwengel and everyone is welcome. Just share a snippet of your current work-in-progress that corresponds with the date. Or if you like, just make the rounds and read what everyone else is writing. 🙂

Now, for my RoW80 progress so far this week.

  • Stained by Ashes – 40k – I’m at 30185 words currently. Actually a little ahead of schedule. So, I should be able to hit 40k.
  • Brian’s Story(brainstorming titles) – Character work – Figured out the main character’s goal/motivation/conflict and wrote out Brian’s back story. Two more back stories to write & some character worksheets to fill out.
  • The Choice – 10 scenes revised – 4/10 finished. Wasn’t a whole lot in those scenes that changed. Some will have more than others(and even have a couple whole new scenes to add).
  • Rick & Leann – 500 words – 368/500. coming along.
  • Read: Siege and Storm & Ruin and Rising – Finished Siege and Storm Monday night. Got halfway through Ruin and Rising on Tuesday. I exercised some will power at least and kept from diving in until I’d met the rest of my goals for the day.
  • Knit: Fair Isle Scarf – I’ve done 4 more rows on this. Still have 8 more of the pattern to do then some ribbing & it will be done.

The first half of the week has been good. Hoping the second half continues the trend.

Writing Wednesday: Falling Behind

I mentioned on Sunday that my goals for the week may have been too much. I was right. Monday I barely got to my goal for my main project. Then, that night the power went out. Apparently there were some wires down somewhere(it affected a couple towns, not just us). It came back within the hour, but our internet remained out until yesterday afternoon. My MIL is on vacation this week, and she wanted to take the kids(and me) to lunch and to the parks in town. So, we were gone for about 4 hours. Our internet was back when we got back. Of course, it was too late for nap time by then. But, I did manage to get over 1k written after kids went to bed. So, it ended up not too bad even though I haven’t met my daily target yet this week.

I’ll get to my detailed progress, and my changed goals, but first a WiPPet snippet. WiPPet, hosted by K.L Schwengel each Wednesday. Today’s snippet comes at the end of the same scene I shared from last week. 14 mostly short paragraphs today. Could go with simple(14 for the year) or complicated(6+11+2-1-4=14) math for today.

“Yes, Father.”
She was surprised no one else heard the tension in his voice. But, it appeared to only be her as the other two men started across the street. “It wasn’t my idea for you to stay with me. I don’t care if you go off to do what you want.”
He shook his head after a moment. “It’s better if I just stay with you.” He pushed his hat back on his head and smiled at her. “Can’t leave you for these heathens after all.”
“Heathens?” She scoffed. “Now, you sound like Pa.”
“Please, Leah. I suffer enough insults from Louis.” He jumped down from the wagon and held out a hand to her. Once her feet were on the ground, he gave a little bow. “Where to first, Milady?”
The corners of her mouth tugged up into a smile. She was about to respond when she was distracted by the rattle of chains. Turning her head, she saw a wagon coming down the street, with just one man on the seat. He was older, and she could remember seeing him around town before even though she couldn’t recall his name now. It was the man riding on horseback beside him that really caught her attention.
He rode tall in the saddle, his eyes trained forward. She couldn’t make out many of his features from this distance, but she had the urge to move closer to him. Barrett rested his hand on her shoulder before she could.
“Stay away from that one, Sister. Father would never let that match happen.”
“Why not? He’s been so desperate for me to marry.”
He nodded at the men as they passed. “Not only is he Patrick Bailey’s newest ranch hand, he’s a half breed. He’d never let it happen.”
His words had her stomach dropping even though her mind didn’t quite want to process them. “Halfbreed? What-?”
“He has family at the Wind River Reservation. Father will not allow it, you have to know that.”
“That’s the third time you’ve said that, like you think I actually have an interest in him.”
“I’m not blind, Sister. Come on. Where do you want to go first?”

Check out the other WiPPeteers here or feel free to join us!

Now for my ROW80 progress. I’ll cross off, in red, the goals that I’m setting aside for right now. While I probably could work on all of them at once, I don’t think it’s the best use of my time. So, I’m going to simplify again(or try to). Just focusing on Stained by Ashes & the short story as far as the writing goes.

  • Stained by Ashes – 26k by next weekend – currently 18410. 3759 words so far this week. Hoping to hit 20k today which will put me back on track for this.
  • Healing the Heart – Revise through chapter 10
  • Flames of Renewal – Write 5 scenes
  • Brian’s Story – character bios
  • Rick & Leann – 500 words – I’ve only written on this today, but I got 231 words. If I reach my goal for SbA, I’ll get caught up on this too.
  • Read: No Regrets Trilogy set(Lauren Blakely) – I actually finished this on Sunday. Then, I started the Risk the Fall set by Steph Campbell. I’ve finished 1/4 of them. Then, I start my reread of the Grisha Trilogy(Leigh Bardugo) before #3 comes out next week.
  • Knit: Schooner Hat – still don’t have the yarn for this. So, I started knitting a Fair Isle Scarf instead. Not too far on it yet.

The week hasn’t been so bad. The problem is that I set too high of goals for myself, and beat myself up when I don’t reach them.

Writing Wednesday: Riding Bikes

We had some pretty nice weather on Sunday for my niece’s 11th birthday party(still unbalanced by the fact she’s 11. I was in my senior year of high school when she was born). Kids did a lot of playing outside at my sister’s. They especially seemed to like the new trampoline(with netting around it). After we got home, my husband went and got the kids’ bikes down so they could ride them on Monday. I could barely keep the boy inside Monday morning so I could get a few things done. At first, he couldn’t quite figure out the pedaling. He’d use his feet to move the bike forward. By that afternoon, he was getting the hang of it, although he still needed a little help getting started. After that, he could keep it going.


Last year, the girl couldn’t even get her pedals to go around. She could on her brother’s bike, which is smaller. So, I think hers was just too big for her then. On Monday, she could get it going, but she’d stop pedaling right away because it was “going too fast” as soon as it moved a little bit.

I had the kids come in with me at 4 when I made dinner, and the boy was not happy about having to put his bike away. As in having a complete meltdown and screaming whenever we looked at him. By 4:30, he was sleeping in their little recliner in the living room. He woke up about 5, went in his room and went back to sleep. I tried to wake him up for dinner at 5:30, but he didn’t want to. He didn’t wake up until almost 5:30 Tuesday morning. Apparently riding your bike tires you right out(and also explains the massive fit). 🙂

Yesterday morning, the boy got his bike out again. And took right off. Then, he got his sister’s bike out of the garage. And figured out how to pedal it too. He is not fazed by it going “too fast”.  He has always been more physical and active than her, and a lot more daring, so this shouldn’t surprise me. It was raining yesterday afternoon, and he wasn’t happy that he couldn’t get his bike back out. It’s supposed to rain & storm all day today(we got caught in one downpour while waiting for the girl’s bus this morning), so might not be able to get more riding in today either.

Besides watching the boy ride his bike, I’ve been editing Stained Snow, getting it ready to go out to Beta Readers. I’m still looking for a couple if anyone is interested. I’m through most of it, but looking for all my filter/crutch words is taking longer than I expected. Although I’ve found a few on my list I don’t use as much as I used to. Like ‘very’. In most of the chapters, I haven’t found it at all. Still having trouble with ‘just’ though.

Since it’s what I have open, I’m using Stained Snow for today’s WiPPet. Very simple math today. This is near the end. Not giving more set up than that since I don’t want to give too much away.

If he didn’t, his brother would never stop. He wasn’t concerned with bringing him in anymore. That would never happen. He had to stop him, and the only way to do that would be with a bullet.
That thought should bother him more.

I feel like I haven’t gotten anything done this week. Even though I am most of the way through Stained Snow, I don’t have anything to cross off. I didn’t realize quite how motivated seeing those crossed off goals was. Hopefully by Sunday I can have at least a couple crossed off.

  • Stained Snow: Polishing run through & send to beta readers – I’m on chapter 22. Just have to finish this & the epilogue. Also going to rearrange chapters, because I was adding scenes & some chapters are really long. After that, I can send it out.
  • Flames of Redemption: Search & destroy mission & send to CP – haven’t started yet
  • The Choice: Read through & create scene chart – haven’t started yet
  • Short story: 1250 words – wrote 440 words on Monday. Haven’t gotten back to it yet.
  • Crochet: Shark hat – haven’t started yet. Hoping to get to that today.

Obviously I misjudged how long this polishing up would take. Still hoping to get through both of these this week. I may not get done with The Choice, but I’m going to leave it there. I didn’t put it on this week’s list, but I’ve already gotten through 4 of my free books(2 of these were novellas) on my Kindle. Also reading one on my phone because it was free on iTunes, and that’s the only place I have iBooks. And working my way through Chuck Wendig’s 500 Ways to Tell a Better Story.

Writing Wednesday: Changing Plans

I was making really good progress through Monday. In fact, when I woke up yesterday morning, I didn’t even do any writing. I just caught up on blog posts instead. Because I’d worked on that day’s writing goals the night before. And it was probably a good thing. I had woken up around midnight with really bad heartburn. Still felt bad in the morning. And it didn’t seem to want to go away. I could hardly even drink my coffee because it was actually making me feel sick. I barely felt like eating anything(a very unusual occurrence for me). Seriously all I had to eat yesterday was a bagel for breakfast and some crackers at lunch. So, I mostly sat and read all day. Except for going outside with the kids since it was the first nice day in at least a week. I was finally feeling better, and almost hungry, by the time I went to bed(which despite nearly falling asleep on the couch at 8, I didn’t go to bed until after 11 because I was reading). Feeling a lot better today, but I’m pretty sure the Salsa chicken rice casserole(dinner Monday night) won’t be making it on the “make again” list.

The highlight of yesterday(other than reading a really good book) is that I got the rest of Stained Snow back from my CP. Even though I wasn’t feeling good, I may have done a happy dance in the driveway when I read her email. So, the rest of this week’s goals may be changing a bit.

my own future firefighter

my own future firefighter

First, this week’s WiPPet though. 13 paragraphs(5+7)+1(since this is likely the last one I’ll share from this one). I’m jumping ahead quite a bit from the last one. Kayla has gone to confront Adrian about something that happened earlier.

“Why did you kiss me?”
He wasn’t sure he could even answer. His mind had gone blank, and his breath was strangling him. She was just staring at him though, as if she couldn’t see his agony. Or just didn’t care.
“Adrian, seriously. Why the hell did you kiss me? You don’t like me. You’ve made that clear enough. Just because I could sympathize with your pain doesn’t mean you needed to kiss me.”
That finally cleared his head. “You really think that’s why I did it? Your uncle says you’re smart. I’m really starting to doubt that.”
He saw all the color flee from her cheeks at that. “You don’t have the right to call me stupid. I shouldn’t have come here. I’m sorry I interrupted you.”
She turned away, but he reached out to grab her arm. “No, Kayla, I’m sorry. You’re right, I shouldn’t have said that.” He sighed as she relaxed her stance and turned back toward him. “The kiss had nothing to do with that. I’ve wanted to do it since the first time I saw you.”
He saw the shocked expression in her eyes, felt an answering pull inside him. He hadn’t admitted that even to himself yet. But, he knew it was true.
“At Josh’s viewing? You didn’t want to kiss me. You wanted to interrogate me when I was grieving.”
He shook his head. “Not then. I was running one morning and saw you. You were leaning over a fence to pet a dog. I wanted you right then. I’ve never felt this so strong before.”
Her breath let out in a rush. “That was you. I thought maybe you were a creeper or something. You just kept staring at me.”
The laugh left him in a burst. “I couldn’t take my damn eyes off you.” He dropped his hand from her arm. “And about the viewing? I never wanted to interrogate you.” His fingers dug through his hair, as if gaining purchase there would allow him to hold on to his patience. “You unbalanced me even then, even before I recognized you from that other day. I was only there to observe. I wasn’t even going to talk to any of you.”
Heat replaced the confusion in her eyes. “You wanted me? You didn’t even know me.”
“Does that make any difference?”

Like I said, I made quite a bit of progress early in the week. Which made up for yesterday’s slacking off.

  • Flames of Redemption: Finish round 2 revisions – almost there. Only 3 more scenes to go.
  • The Choice: have to do some research for one of the scenes – haven’t done this yet.
  • Short Story: Finish I finished this Monday morning. Had less than 300 words to go, it seems. I’d been thinking about doing at least one more scene. But, when I got there, this felt like I a good ending place. It isn’t exactly a HEA, but that comes later. 🙂 I posted the first scene last Friday.
  • Audio: Finish listening to Erased(Jennifer Rush) Finished listening to this Monday morning. Really enjoyed it, but I can’t wait for #3, which I believe is Nick’s story. Even though he acted like a jerk through most of book #1 & some of #2, I always liked him the most out of the boys.
  • Read: Dreamweaver(Angela Wallace), Mating Call(Martha Bourke), Conspiracy(Lindsay Buroker) I finished Dreamweaver Sunday night. Absolutely loved this even if it made me cry by the end(which I can tell you, usually gets a book a high rating from me. I’m probably weird). Read Mating Call on Monday. Probably part of the reason I got through this so fast, is that I was so excited to get to Conspiracy. I seriously love her Emperor’s Edge series(and the Flash Gold series too). And I read all of Conspiracy yesterday. Since I wasn’t feeling that well, I mostly just read all day. And didn’t go to bed until about 11:30 last night because I kept saying “just one more chapter”. And as soon as I finished, I went and bought the next book. Usually I’ll just add it to the wish list.
  • Read: 500 Ways to Tell a Better Story(Chuck Wendig) – 29% through this.
  • Crochet: Fierce Little Dragon I have the body and back legs done.

I don’t usually post new goals on Wednesday, but like I said, since I got Stained Snow back, I’m going to add that in. And I got all this week’s books read, so I’ll add more. And I started another short story(or possible novelette/novella. we’ll see). Like the other one, this one also relates back to Duty to Protect(and another future story). I have 360 words on it so far.

So, for the rest of the week, I want to:

  • Finish Flames of Redemption revisions(should be finished today)
  • Stained Snow: Revisions
  • The Choice: Research
  • Short Story: work 1/2 hr every day
  • Read: Blood and Betrayal(Linday Buroker) and Shadows Over Innocence(a short story prequel to the Emperor’s Edge series)
  • Crochet: Fierce Little Dragon – finish


Writing Wednesday: Into the Wild

Duty to Protect is now out in the wild. Okay, maybe not the wild, but still. 🙂 Needless to say yesterday involved a bit of bouncing around, checking on the status(more on that below), and obsessing. Yes, I’m good at that part. Not much else going on here. It’s cold again after being 75 on Monday. It’s supposed to warm up again tomorrow then settle in the 50s.

Still working through revisions on Flames of Redemption, so I’ll be sharing another snippet from that today for my WiPPet. Today’s picks up right where I left off last week. 27 sentences(4+23).

Kayla had only taken a step when she stopped again. She wasn’t sure what had stopped her until she focused on what she’d seen from the corner of her eye. A man just standing on the sidewalk on the other side of the street. He didn’t look much older than her, his dark hair free from a hat. He had a stocky build and was only wearing a long-sleeve shirt and track pants. And he was staring right at her, even though a dog, what looked like a border collie, pulled on the leash. Sunglasses covered his eyes, but his face looked like what she imagined his body did under the clothes: hard and toned. He wasn’t just out with a walk with his dog. She imagined he ran almost every day and kept himself in shape. There was something else about him, but she wasn’t sure what.
She wouldn’t dwell on it. She had to get to work. And she’d promised herself three years ago that she was done with intense men. She didn’t need more than one look, or to even see his eyes, to know he would be.
She strolled into the station a few minutes later. One of the men glanced up at her, his eyes narrowing. “’Bout time you showed up, Brooke.”
She refused to even look at him. “Shove it, Young,” she said, glancing at the clock as she passed him. “I’m a minute early for shift.”
“Run out of time baking cookies before you came?”
Now, she did turn to him. “Seriously, Young, what is your problem with me? I’ve been doing the job longer than you’ve been with this department. I don’t think I’ve baked cookies more than once in my life.” She muttered the last and saw a few smirks around the table of men.
“Doesn’t mean you belong here.”

Oh, (Mark) Young is such a jerk. Or is he? I don’t think it’s too much of a spoiler to say he redeems himself before the end of the story(and no, him and Kayla are never an item).

  • Duty to Protect(formerly Slow Revenge): Publish – DONE! I hit publish on Tuesday morning and by lunchtime it was available at Amazon. By the time I got the girl off the school bus, it was up at B&N(which from some of what I’ve heard, that’s pretty quick). And a little later on Kobo. Still waiting on iBooks. I, uh, may have had some trouble focusing on much else yesterday.
  • Flames of Redemption: Finish revisions – getting there. I adjusted the goal, so i’m doing 3 chapters a day. Today’s went pretty quick, so I may still end up finishing this week. But, as long as I get this round of revisions(since I think I’ll do one more before I send it to CP) by the end of the month, I’ll be happy.
  • The Choice: Read through – 60% through this. Focusing on the big picture things right now. After I do this, I’ll go back through for scene level changes. Then probably another for more of the details.
  • Short Story: 1/2 hour a day – haven’t worked on this at all this week. Not too worried about that.
  • Read: Riding Desire set – still working my way through this. Haven’t read any I liked as much as Nice Girls Don’t Ride.
  • Knit: Imp cloth – Started this yesterday. About halfway through it now.

Writing Wednesday: Quite a Week

It’s been quite a week already. I was awake around 2 Monday morning. No idea why I woke up so early, but I couldn’t get back to sleep. I was out at the computer a little after three and managed to get quite a few things done before the kids woke up. Tuesday I was up at a more reasonable time(which for me is 4 a.m.). I didn’t get quite as much done then since the kids decided to get up just after 5. But, I did work is shorter spurts during the day. Also, it went from 70s to 30s in a day(and the boy locked me out of the house while I was getting the girl on the bus in the rain). It’s still cold today, but it’s supposed to start warming up and be back in the 60s tomorrow. I was up pretty early again today(around 3) and instantly thinking about the book I just finished reading last night. It utterly destroyed me. Glad I picked a more light-hearted one for my next read.

Anyways, it’s Wednesday so that means RoW80 & WiPPet. It feels like I’m bouncing around a lot on the WiPPets, probably because I am. I finished up my rewrite of Stained Snow last week and started revisions on Flames of Redemption this week. So, that’s the one I’ll be sharing from for the rest of the month. Probably. Maybe the short story I’ve been working on too, if that’s what I have open. Today, I still have Flames of Redemption up, so I’ll be sharing the first 9 paragraphs(4+1+6+2+0+1+4=18=1+8=9) from the new 1st scene of chapter 1.

Kayla Brooke hurried down the steps of her apartment building, buttoning her coat as she went. She stopped with one hand on the door. Her gloves were still in her apartment. Crap. She didn’t have time to run back up and grab them. Not if she was walking. Since the weather was still decent for late November, she didn’t want to pass up the chance at walking. Soon it would be too cold and snowing, and she’d need to drive. For now, she could deal with it. The station was only a few blocks away anyway.
She opened the door then shoved her hands deep into the pockets of her coat. The chill of the air bit at her cheeks, but she just took a deep breath. Around here, they were lucky not to already have one heavy snowfall. So the cold wasn’t too bad. She’d take it.
Kayla kept her pace brisk as she headed down the sidewalk. She didn’t keep her eyes on the sidewalk as she saw others doing. There was too much going on, too much that could happen in a split second. She knew just what could happen in a short amount of time. A family could go to sleep only to wake up to a smoke-filled house. It only took a second for the flames to turn back on those fighting it.
She gave a shudder at the direction her thoughts were going. She tried not to think like that. They had a job to do, and they did it. Most of the time her colleagues and the victims of the fire walked away from it. She hated that those other times hung on her so heavy.
She heard a happy yapping and smiled as she turned her attention to the yard in front of her. This was another reason she liked to walk to work. She leaned over the fence as the dog came running across the yard. “Hey there, Buddy,” she said, holding her hand down to him. He sniffed her hand then tried to get his nose further up his sleeve.
Kayla laughed and ran her hand over his golden head. They’d never had purebred dogs. But, when her and her brother were younger they’d had a mutt that looked a little like Buddy. They’d lost him about the same time she’d joined the fire academy.
“Sorry, I didn’t bring any treats today.”
The dog let out a soft woof then dropped back to the ground. He came back a moment later with a ball in his mouth. She laughed and shook her head. “I don’t really have time to play either.” At the baleful look in his eyes, she sighed. “Fine. Just once.”
She tossed the ball across the yard, waved to the woman who had stepped out onto the porch, then turned away. She knew if she didn’t leave, the dog would have her throwing the ball all day. She was such a sucker.

And for RoW80:

  • Slow Revenge: Format – Done. This was actually a lot easier than I figured. Other than the way scrivener kept trying to set up the chapter titles with Chapter One then right under it “Chapter 1”. Once I got that figured out, everything else looked good.
  • Stained Snow: Send second half to CP – still waiting to hear her thoughts on the last bit I sent her.
  • Flames of Redemption: Work out revision plan & start revisions – Done & started. I’ve made it through the first 4 chapters. My goal is 2 chapters a day with taking Sunday off(unless I have to catch up on this goal). I’m up almost 1400 words so far
  • Short Story: add words every day – Done. I’ve been working on this for half an hour when I finish everything else for the day. Have added 634 so far. As I said on twitter last night:

I’m having fun with this story even though I know what ends up happening. It’s a pivotal moment in the character’s back story and I’ve liked developing it even more.

  • Read: Sins of the Lost & A Most Devilish Rogue(Ashlyn Macnamara) As I said at the beginning, I finished Sins of the Lost last night. And oh my! It destroyed me. Absolutely and totally. And I realize I’ve said this about other books in the past. This one really did. I stared at my computer screen for close to an hour last night, not able to do anything else. And I woke up this morning thinking about it. Not sure I’ll survive the wait for book 4(okay, being dramatic there). I did start reading A Most Devilish Rogue this morning while waiting for the girl’s bus. Only 6% through, but it’s made me laugh a few times already.
  • Crochet: Puppy Hat – I have this started finally. The body of the hat & earflaps are finished. Just have do all the face pieces.

How is your week going? Have you read any books that have completely destroyed you? These seem to be the ones I love the most.

Writing Wednesday: Not Quite a Break

Since RoW80 is on break this week, I figured I’d take a break from the blog as well. Especially since I was trying to finish this latest round of edits on Slow Revenge. I put all my focus on that this week and finished them a little earlier today. One step closer to this being completely finished. Not sure if I’ve mentioned it on here, but this story actually came to me almost 10 years ago. I wrote the first version of it the summer of 2004. It wasn’t even 50,000 words if I remember right. And…it was bad. I don’t even have a copy of that old version anymore. So, back in 2012, when I decided to rewrite it, I had to do it completely from scratch. I wrote the first words of this version on May 7, 2012(I have my word counts recorded on a spreadsheet) and had it finished by the end of August. I’m hoping to have it released by that 2 year mark.

For today, 11 paragraphs(4+2+1+4 for 4/2/14).

Garren turned away and went to stare out the window, his mind spinning with all of the possibilities. It wasn’t like Connie to just walk off. She would have stayed there and waited for him to come back so they could finish whatever argument they were having. His sister could have quite the hot temper, and she didn’t walk away from a fight. She’d see it through until it was over. So, why hadn’t she been there to do just that? He didn’t want to think about the other possibilities that left.

Maybe she had gone for a walk. She could have tried to find Geoff after he took off. Except she usually knew to let him cool off first. Still, what if she’d been hurt? What if someone had hurt her? What if…? No. He couldn’t even finish that thought. He turned back to Geoff. The sobbing had stopped and now the man just appeared weak and drained. “When did you finally decide it was time to worry?”

He took a deep breath. “When I woke up this morning, and she still wasn’t back. I went around the campground, showing a picture. No one had seen her.” His voice broke again. “I spent hours looking. There was no sign of her. I went to the ranger’s station. They practically laughed me out of the building. Obviously we’d had a lover’s spat, and she had taken off.”

“What about the cops, Geoff? Why didn’t you go to the cops? You should have gone this morning when she was still missing.” His voice was still quiet, but in resignation now instead of anger.

“I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“Damn it!” Maybe the anger wasn’t gone after all. “I’m not the cop you need to go to. You need to take this to missing persons.” He sighed. “I’m a homicide detective. I’m not on the case until they’re dead.”

He turned away and squeezed his eyes shut. The catch of his mother’s breath as she cried made him cringe. How could he have been so insensitive? He shook off the guilt and turned back to Geoff. “Come on,” he said. “We’re going to take this to the people who can help.”

“I’m not going to that place,” Geoff insisted, not even standing up from the couch.

“Yes, you are.” Garren clenched his teeth after giving the order. “I don’t care how you feel about cops, Geoff. They’re the ones that will be able to find my sister. You need to be the one to report this.”

“They’re going to think I did something to her.”

“I know,” Garren said, his voice softer now. “But, we don’t. Always remember that.”


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