So I’m not exactly sure why I didn’t take the time to write this yesterday. It was a fairly busy Saturday, but that’s no excuse (right?). Anyway, the point is that I’m here now. So here we go!
My goals for the past week were completely switched around and messed up but that’s what happens!
First off, I’m not gonna lie…I finished Aesop’s Fables but put Emma back on the shelf. I just wasn’t able to sit down and read large chunks all together and was getting frustrated with doing that so I set it aside and did a big library haul. I finished “A Study in Charlotte” already and absolutely adored it.
I am a few more chapters into Wired for Story and have videos up for the first several chapters.
As for the writing…well I haven’t gotten caught up yet and most likely will not get to my goal for the month. However, the point is that I tried and will continue to try. I will keep writing and will, eventually, surpass that goal and any others I set.
Here is part of what I did write this week…chapter 5 of The Way We Were (part 2):
“Oh my gosh,” the blond highlights in front of him blinked owl-like golden eyes and dropped to her knees, babbling apologies like an infant cooing as she scrambled to help Lee collect the groceries that had flown from his arms.
There was something familiar about her backlit curls, her long eyelashes, her…her. There was just something about her. Lee couldn’t shake, or place, the feeling and so he bumbled, grumbled, made a right ass of himself and, with cheeks flaming from the humiliation, turned to stalk away.
The well-manicured fingers lightly glazing his bicep stopped him cold in his cracks. In her other hand, held out between her fingers, was a folded receipt with a number scrawled hastily across it.
“My name is Cecily,” she murmured self-consciously, “Call me sometime and I’ll take you out for some apology coffee.”
“Lee,” Lee responded stupidly, unable to force his mouth to shape itself around any other words.
“Come on Cee,” Another set of highlights and manicures called from the store front, “You’ve been in here for ages!”
“Gotta go,” one more brilliant smile and she was off, jogging with her lethal cart to the checkouts.
Lee looked around bemusedly and tucked the highlight’s – Cecily’s – number in to his pocket before wandering outside.
A well timed text reminding him not to forget the eggs propelled the poor man back in to where his hapless groceries were still sitting in the middle of an aisle, waiting for him to wake up and buy them.