Hey look, it’s WIPpet Wednesday again! Which means it’s also garbage day… hang on.
*monster in the garbage can yodels with joy*
Sorry, I keep forgetting.
Anyway, for anyone who’s not familiar with WIPpet Wednesdays, this is the day when a fantabulistical group of writers shares a small snippet from a work in progress that relates somehow to the date, and we all link up here so we can share the fun. Today I have another piece from the third book of the Bound trilogy*. I wrote this last week, but it was too adorable not to share today. First draft, edited for spoilers. Rowan’s POV.
WIPpet math: 15 sentences for the 15th
We searched the house for clothes to wear while ours dried. All I could find was a soft cotton nightgown which covered me from neck to ankles in the least-flattering shape possible. I’d hoped to sneak back to my room without being seen, but Aren waited for me in the hall, arms crossed, leaning one shoulder against the wall.
He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “Damn.”
“Don’t even talk about it.”
“No, really. It’s good. Leaves a lot to the imagination.”
I mustered what dignity I could and held my head high as I passed him. “Goodnight, Aren. Have fun with your imagination.”
“Goodnight, Rowan. I promise I will.”
He’d been joking about the attractiveness of the nightgown, but that didn’t stop him watching me as I walked away. I smiled to myself as I closed the door behind me.
So there we go. Much sweeter than some of the moments I’ve been getting from characters lately.
If you’d like more WIPpet fun, click here to see what the rest of the crew is up to this week, and be sure to say hi on their blogs. If you’d like to join in, please do! You know the rules. Thanks again to our host KL Schwengel, to whom I say, “See, I was nicer to Aren this week! Please don’t hurt the guy I love in your books. Or the other one.”
Writer friendships are kind of screwed up. O.o
Word counts are on track. Last Wednesday: 5,000 words. Thursday: 2,500 (this was my day to go to town, so I wasn’t expecting any). Friday: 5,000 words. Saturday: 4,600 Sunday: 0, but did some planning. Monday: 4,898 Tuesday: almost 3000 TOUGH words. Why do words get embarrassed and hide from me when things get romantic?
Things are getting tricky in the story now that I’m starting to pull together all the loose threads, play the wild cards, bring out things that have been in the shadows… pick your metaphor. It’s exciting, but it’s getting to be delicate work. I have a plan, anyway.
I have started beta reading (yay!) and am aiming for 2 chapters a day.
Listened to one podcast, not two, because my phone’s being a jerk about listening to them when I’m walking right now. But that’s something, anyway.
So there you have it. I hope you’re all having a good week and accomplishing ALL THE THINGS.
*I’m totally going to give up the name soon, because I’m really sick of typing that.