It’s WEDNESDAY, the greatest day of the week (for me), and hoooo my goodness I forgot to put the garbage out again.
Dangit.
You all know what that means (she said as readers not interested in this stuff quickly navigated away). WIPpet Wednesday and a ROW80 Update! Yaaaaaay! *partysplosion*
WIPpet Wednesday:
Nine paragraphs from Rowan’s POV in this year’s NaNoWriMo novel (20th, minus 11 for November, so as not to bore you all… wouldn’t want to keep you against your will). Just for fun, no context. Most of you don’t know this guy, anyway.
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“Keep those clothes on,” Callum said. He locked the door and released me, then sat to remove his boots. “I don’t have anything for you to wear.”
“You… you’re staying in here, too?” I asked, and he smiled sadly.
“Funny, isn’t it? If things had gone as they were supposed to, we’d be married by now, and you’d have been sharing a bed with me since midwinter. Now you’re with me against your will, and I can’t risk leaving you alone to piss without thinking you’re going to disappear.” He stood and walked barefoot toward me, and I stepped back until I hit the wall. Callum sighed, and reached out to cup my face in his hand. “You should have been mine. Sweet Rowan.” I tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let me. He rubbed his thumb over my cheekbone, tenderly, then pushed me toward the bed. “Get in.”
“No.”
“You’re not in a bargaining position, love. You have nothing to worry about, anyway. I know what you’re thinking. You assume too much about your own appeal if you think I’d defile myself with someone like you. Don’t make me angry, though. You’ll regret it.”
I took my time deciding whether I could believe him. In the end, I sat down and took my own boots off, then slipped under the uppermost blanket and wrapped my skirt tight around my legs. Callum closed off the oil lamp. There was silence for what seemed like several minutes, and then he climbed into the bed. My muscles twitched as the lumpy mattress shifted under his weight.
“Go to sleep,” he said.
I didn’t think I would, but I must have drifted off. I woke to the feeling of a heavy hand sliding from my waist down over my hip and resting on the outside of my thigh for a moment before retracing its journey back up to my ribs. Callum sighed and shifted in the bed, then rolled away from me.
I lay in the dark, eyes wide open and unseeing, waiting.
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Oooooh, how did THAT happen?
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ROW80
NaNoWriMo word count: 44,076 as of last night. I’m having a pacing issue in that a character has encountered friends he hasn’t seen since book one and they have a lot to talk about. I mean, it’s interesting stuff, and a horse just got eaten by a dragon in the middle of it… and there’s sexual tension with the wrong damned person… but still. Do I need to throw more dragons at you people? Because I WILL DO IT. -_-
I need to get back to work. There’s a box of Count Chocula calling my name, and I can’t open it until I hit 50,000.
Also, if I get 50,000 likes words, the doctors say they’ll put legs on my cat. That’s a thing that works, right?
“Help… meeeeee!”
Boy, that’s a lot of pressure. I’d better get back to work.
TO THE WRITEATORIUM!
[This post dedicated to Shannon, who was the first person who reminded me to tie up this loose end 🙂 ]
disregard the prologue 
November 20th, 2013 at 11:57 am
Do it for the cat 🙂
November 20th, 2013 at 1:39 pm
yes, you must do it for the cat. 🙂
Interesting excerpt.
November 20th, 2013 at 2:21 pm
Callum???? Oh my word! So complicated!!! I remember him from BOUND. I shuddered as his hands crawled over Rowan! Eeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwww.
You’re doing great!!!! Keep going!!
November 20th, 2013 at 2:22 pm
Thanks! You’re one of few people who would get this, so I’m glad you liked it. I couldn’t just let him drop out out the story, could I? 🙂
November 20th, 2013 at 3:12 pm
Oh what a fab excerpt sizzling with sexual tension LOVE it! I feel a bit sorry for Rowan, she doesn’t seem to know how to handle the situation she’s in. And Callum’s not exactly helping. I kind of want them to get together, though I’m most likely reading this out of context.
Also big congrats for doing so much for NaNo – hope you reach your goal of 50,000 words. Looks to me like you’re going to smash it!
November 22nd, 2013 at 4:35 pm
You miiiiight feel differently in-context, but I’m glad the tension is coming though! 🙂
November 20th, 2013 at 7:53 pm
You know what I wanted to do? When Callum made that crack about defiling himself? Yeah, I’m going to defile something, buddy. Taking after his father, is he? Wow, this piece really ticked me off. Well done. 🙂
November 20th, 2013 at 8:00 pm
He’s certainly more of a product of his upbringing than I thought at first. I try to be understanding of all of my characters, but yeah, I wanted to punch him in the junk for this.
November 20th, 2013 at 9:05 pm
Let’s gang up on him. I’ve got several choice prases I could call him.
November 20th, 2013 at 9:12 pm
Good plan!
November 20th, 2013 at 9:08 pm
Sometimes when we sleep, we do things we normally wouldn’t… I vaguely remember another piece or two of yours with Callum in it, and I doubt he’s unaware of his actions. I do see him as considering that a convenient excuse though…
Definitely do it or the cat.
November 21st, 2013 at 11:54 am
That is one weird-ass cat picture oO I sort of expected it to be a .gif where the cat just starts hovering and then gracefully floats out of the picture. I’m sure that’s how cats work.
Also, is it bad that I want to punch Callum in the face? Granted, it’s a well-written “punch him in the face” situation, but still. I wouldn’t want to be near him without pepper spray and a baseball bat.
November 21st, 2013 at 1:08 pm
Oh my GOODNESS, I need that .gif!!!
And no, that’s not bad. It means I’m doing my job. 🙂
November 21st, 2013 at 3:25 pm
Nice work! You’re rounding the corner and the Count is waiting for you. Bwahahaha, just caught Ricarda’s comment as I was typing this in. That would be the best gif EVVVAR!!!
November 21st, 2013 at 3:32 pm
I ate him. He was delicious. 🙂
November 21st, 2013 at 3:41 pm
I always liked him best. Frankberry and the Ghost dude’s cereals were meh. What was the ghost dude’s cereal…. *googling* Boo-berry. Apparently there were tons others, I think I only ever see the Count and Frankenberry around anymore. Chocula for the win!
November 21st, 2013 at 3:42 pm
I’d try Frankenberry again, if we had it. Did you ever have Strawberry Shortcake cereal? It made the BEST milk!
November 22nd, 2013 at 3:25 am
No, but I did have Powerpuff Girls cereal. It went snap, crackle, and pop WITH the addition of pop rocks. I think it was the daily sugar value for the whole month in one bowl. Mmm-mmm good!
November 22nd, 2013 at 4:37 pm
I can’t imagine why that’s not on the market anymore… O.o
November 21st, 2013 at 11:53 pm
“Do I need to throw more dragons at you people?”
That needs to be a meme. In fact, I think I need to make that happen.
This scene weirded me out a bit. At first I enjoyed the UST but then I reached the part about him touching her while she slept, and nope. No. I can forgive accidentally kicking someone in their sleep, or snuggling up to them, or flopping an arm over them, or even punching a wall (the husband has done that once or twice) but it’s obvious Callum isn’t asleep and is just being flat out creepy and needs a swift kick in the you know whats.
November 22nd, 2013 at 4:39 pm
Now that you mention it, I think I need that on a t-shirt. 🙂
Yeah… I’m glad you feel that way (since that’s what I was going for here), but I agree. I totally want to punch him in the nards, and that’s a first for me with my own characters. I mean, I write some horrible people, but this is the first “kick to the junk” reaction I’ve had when I read over a scene. 🙂
November 21st, 2013 at 11:57 pm
*shudder* Creeptastic is right! gack, blech, ick, uck, aaagh!
November 22nd, 2013 at 4:42 pm
Is that a request for something more pleasant next week? 🙂
November 22nd, 2013 at 6:15 pm
Not necessarily. 🙂 (As long as next week isn’t an outright rape scene. I have trouble with those.)
November 22nd, 2013 at 6:17 pm
Me, too. I promise I’d never post that here.
Now, a special director’s cut scene of everyone who has commented here beating the tar out of Callum? That, I might show. 😉
November 22nd, 2013 at 6:25 pm
YES! Excellent. 🙂
November 22nd, 2013 at 6:04 pm
Great scene, Kate! Although I didn’t realize he wasn’t asleep. Hubbie and I have been known to caress while asleep. 😀
And congrats on all the words. You’re nailing it!
November 23rd, 2013 at 3:47 am
I’ve got it. Sic the cat on Callum.
November 24th, 2013 at 8:03 pm
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