It’s 8:44 on Wednesday morning, and I have nothing prepared for WIPpet Wednesday. I HAVE FAILED YOU. *sobs* Lemme see what I’ve got handy…
I had a moment of panic a few days ago when I thought that I’d lost my vampires in the Not-So-Great Data Transfer (yes, it’s an event deserving of capital letters) that happened after my netbook broke/choclification of my USB drive. After much scrambling and searching, I found the story and… well, first I had a tiny little brain party, and then I read it over.
It’s better than I remembered. Not perfect, but worth finishing; I snorted over funny moments I’d forgotten about, and was appropriately disgusted over murder scene details (definitely going to need a warning on this one). I don’t know when I’ll have time to get to it, but it might be the first thing I post on Wattpad if I ever come up with a good title. So as part of the celebration of re-discovery, here’s 25 sentences. Shivva, Daniel and Trixie have just had a good feed at the club, and are on their way to investigate what will be the girls’ first murder.
Trixie passes out in the back seat of the Challenger before we get half way to Kilbride. She’s let me have the front seat for almost every ride since she “borrowed” and crashed Daniel’s GTO. I think it’s self-preservation, trying to stay invisible.
“Little too much of the good stuff there, kiddo?” Daniel asks, not taking his eyes off of the road, and Trixie mumbles something about being fine. We stop at Timmie’s on Topsail Road for coffee and doughnuts. Blood keeps us going, but caffeine is good for the soul, and a full stomach is one of our remaining pleasures.
“Did you feed?” I ask him, though I’m just making conversation. His colour is good, he looks practically alive. He’s relaxed and content, even though we’re on our way to a crime scene. Of course he ate.
“Yeah. Don’t think that one will be back any time soon, though.”
“Why, did she freak out?” I assume it was a girl. He likes them small and fragile.
“No, she got clingy.”
I can’t help but giggle. Daniel tries to frown, but he knows it’s funny. Every so often we’ll get one who’s been reading too much vampire romance, who gets a ridiculous crush on one of us and expects to be loved and protected in return. They don’t understand that they’re animals to us. “She started crying when I was done with her and left, ran after me, wanted to know my name, cried about loving me.” He has the good grace to at least look embarrassed for her.
“She didn’t know any better.”
“They never do.”
OK, back to revisions for me, and trying to figure out how to format my first pages to industry standard so I can get a sample edit from an editor I’m thinking of hiring. Can I just say that I have no freaking idea what “12pnt New Courier, spaced exactly 25pnt with widow control off; 1″ margins; .5″ first line indent, header and footer; 0 indentation and spacing; titles on 7th line down, name/title/pg# right header” means? Is this something that would be easier if I actually had MS Word?
Would slamming my head repeatedly into the keyboard accomplish anything? No?
OK. Let’s do this and get back to those revisions…
Thank you to K.L. Schwengel at My Random Muse for hosting! I won’t send you over to high-five her today, since she’s not around, but I WILL direct you to the linkie, where you’ll find the other WIPpeteers adding their contributions all day long. If you want to join in, just post your WIP snippet (relating somehow to today’s date) on your own blog, then add your link. FUN!