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It’s a Conspiracy….
Heck, with Monday being the worse day of the week…I’m thinking Tuesday is going to be my day..lol. First, I leave my thumb drive with Understanding the Past on it at home. Woo-hoo! That’s great. So I thought I could just write the next installment here at work since I didn’t get a chance to write it last night.
Big Fat No. My computer doesn’t want to run Word for me…ugh! Something’s telling me I should have just stayed home. 🙂
I’m going to do my best to get it posted for you all today, but if my computer decides not to cooperate, I’ll make sure to get the next part up for you tomorrow.
It’s a conspiracy (which I probably spelled wrong…lol. That’s the kind of day it’s been.)
Hope you all have a great day.
Big Fat No. My computer doesn’t want to run Word for me…ugh! Something’s telling me I should have just stayed home. 🙂
I’m going to do my best to get it posted for you all today, but if my computer decides not to cooperate, I’ll make sure to get the next part up for you tomorrow.
It’s a conspiracy (which I probably spelled wrong…lol. That’s the kind of day it’s been.)
Hope you all have a great day.
Weather’s Messing with my Head
Due to the fact that the weather has messed up my head and it’s pounding like someone’s playing drums inside, I’m going to have to postpone the newest installment of Understanding the Past. Sorry, everyone, but as you could tell from the end of the last one, there will be some hot manlove coming tomorrow. Promise.
Hope everyone is safe and stays dry today. 🙂
What do you think?
This is a small part of a larger picture that artist Michael Breyette has done. It’s one of my favorites by him. Click here to check out his other work. It’s inspired more than one little scene in my mind..some of which I’ve written down.
I’m thinking of putting them all together and writing a story from them, but I’d like to know what you think about it. It’ll be in the vein of Angel’s Evolution, where it’s in 1st person pov and present tense. Of course, it’ll be a contemporary.
Here’s a little bit of what I wrote yesterday.
Excerpt:
I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face against his chest. I try not to cry because I don’t want his fellow soldiers to ask about the tear stains on his uniform. I breathe deep, savoring his freshly showered smell, plus the faint scent of gunpowder that lingers in his clothes, no matter how often they’re laundered.
I’m thinking of putting them all together and writing a story from them, but I’d like to know what you think about it. It’ll be in the vein of Angel’s Evolution, where it’s in 1st person pov and present tense. Of course, it’ll be a contemporary.
Here’s a little bit of what I wrote yesterday.
Excerpt:
I wrap my arms around his waist and bury my face against his chest. I try not to cry because I don’t want his fellow soldiers to ask about the tear stains on his uniform. I breathe deep, savoring his freshly showered smell, plus the faint scent of gunpowder that lingers in his clothes, no matter how often they’re laundered.
His arms embrace me, crushing me tight to him. His lips brush my ear and he whispers, “I’m so tired of all of this.”
Part of his weariness is because of me. I accept my guilt. My need for him and his love for me weighs him down.
Easing away, I meet his gaze and cradle his face in my hands. He stares at me with such exhaustion and pain in his eyes that I want to burst into tears.
“I’m sorry, love.”
He shrugs, not moving from me. “Is it all worth it?”
Fear races through my heart and I gasp. “Is what worth it?”
Hoping, praying he doesn’t say ‘us’.
He gestures to the uniform, to the duffle bag by the front door and to the picture of him graduating from boot camp without me there to see.
“Serving my country. Keeping you a secret.”
I grasp his hands and lead him to his favorite chair. The one I will sleep in most nights while he’s gone. He sits and I kneel, pressing a kiss to his scarred knuckles.
“Never say this isn’t worth it. This is all you’ve ever wanted to be and I would never have you be anything other than this. Your strength and belief has gotten you this far, don’t let them wear you down.”
“It’s not fair to you to hide who you are.” He pulls a hand free and runs his fingers through my hair.
I shake my head and laugh. “I don’t hide who I am. The only thing we hide is what we mean to each other. I will freely admit that it’s hard sometimes not to throw my arms around you after you’ve been gone for months. It’s hard not to come and meet you at the base, but I’ve learned how to deal with that. Don’t I make your homecomings special?”
Blushing, he nods and I can see he’s thinking of the last time he came home from a deployment and how I greeted him in the privacy of our home.
“None of them matter, love. None of it matters as long as you love me and know I love you. I can deal with anything as long as I know you will keep my heart safe in your hands.”
Dropping to his knees with me, he pulls me close and demands entrance to my mouth. I open to him like a flower to the morning sun. Denying him isn’t in my vocabulary or within my ability. He sweeps his tongue in and strokes mine, drawing a groan from me. I flex my fingers against the back of his head, his hair cut too short for me to hold on to. His large hands slide down to grip my ass and rock me into him.
A horn honks outside and we break apart. It’s time to say good-bye for another six months. My heart cracks a little more, but I smile, not wanting him to know how much it hurts to watch him leave.
“I’ll write,” I promise like always.
“I know.”
We stand and I follow him to the door where he grabs his bag. I give him another quick kiss before stepping back, so his friends couldn’t see me. They know me as his roommate, nothing more, and I know it kills him to not tell them the truth. Too much is at risk for him to share our reality with others.
He shuts the door behind him and I move to the window, peeking from behind the curtains to watch him toss his bag in the trunk and slide into the back seat of the car. He doesn’t look back and I understand, though it hurts.
Once the car is out of sight, I turn to stare into the living room, seeing only the picture of him in his uniform. I pick it up from where it sits on our mantel. I run my fingers over the cool glass covering his face.
Is all this pain worth it? The nights of loneliness when he’s not around and I have no one to talk to about my fears and wishes. I’m being over-dramatic. I have friends who know about us and who listen whenever I need to talk, but if I call too much, it sounds like whining and I don’t want anyone to believe I hate my life.
The circumstances surrounding my life suck, but it is a choice I made when I fell in love with him. The truth of it all is that every moment of doubt and pain is worth it for each minute I spend in his presence. It’s worth it for the knowledge that he loves me more than anything else in his life.
He doesn’t have to tell the world about me. He simply has to show me he loves me and I will stay with him forever.
What to say…
It’s Monday and I admit my brain isn’t working yet. I’m here at work, wishing I was somewhere else…lol. But don’t most people feel that way on a Monday? 🙂
Oh well, the weekend was good, if a little cold. I’m not sure if we’re having summer or still in the middle of spring.
Got some writing done and now I have to finish up edits on one of my upcoming releases. Woo-hoo! Actually I don’t mind edits, so it’ll go pretty quickly, I hope.
Have a great day, everyone.
Wednesday Hump Day
Middle of the week and it feels like I haven’t really accomplished anything. lol. I did some writing last night, not much, but every word counts, right? Well, actually, that isn’t the truth. Not every word counts and not every scene works. Sometimes I write a thousand words and end up having to throw away most of them because they just aren’t working with the scene or the characters. That can get frustrating. 🙂
Better do some work at the evil day job. I hope you all have a grea Wednesday. 🙂
Ugh…it’s Monday
I’m not looking forward to going back to work today. The weekend was nice. I got some writing done and hung out with C. Good weather. It was a good time all around. lol…Why do I have work my evil day job? 🙁
Hope you all have a great day.
Friday at last
Well, finally made it to the end of the week. For some reason, this week seemed longer than normal..lol. I’m looking forward to doing nothing over the weekend, except writing. But that’s a given.
Been working on Derek and Max’s story. I’m hoping that it’ll keep going well and I can get it done by the end of July. That would be great. Because depending on if LSB picks it up and when it gets contracted, it could possibly be out this year. If not, then it would be the first part of next year. 🙂 Keep your fingers crossed that the cowboys keep talking to me.
Well, I hope you all have a great day and a wonderful weekend.
Wednesday Update
First, I’d like to thank all of you who have picked up Death or Life. I’m thrilled by all the wonderful emails and comments (on the blog) I’ve received from you. 🙂 Yes, there will be a story about Mars and Lord. I have a little bit of it written, but I’m afraid it has to be set aside until I get more pressing stories finished.
Second, for those of you who asked…Yes, Max and Derek have spoken to me. Yesterday in fact, they helped me add another 1k to their word count. Doesn’t really get me to the finish line, but I’m in the homestretch (I think…lol)
In fact, I had a very good writing day. Over 3k of words written on three different stories, which makes me happy. I’ll be seeing how far I can take Derek and Max before either they shut up on me again, or I finish the story. I’m thinking that I’ll finish it and then allow them to ride off into the sunset. 🙂
I hope you all have a marvelous day.
Happy 4th
Happy 4th of July, everyone. Oh and Happy Canada Day for our Canadian friends (even though I’m a little late with that one.)
Have a safe and fun weekend.
Wet Wednesday
Okay, so the wet describes the picture, not the weather today…or at least not yet anyway. It’s cold here though. I’m thinking we’ve reverted back to spring weather instead of summer.hmmm..what to talk about? I’m glad to see you all are enjoying Understanding the Past. Now if I can just remember to wrap up all the little sub-plots and answer all your questions by the end of the story…lol. I might need to get some notecards and write everything down on them to keep it straight.
That’s the problem with not plotting out the story. Things just happen and I have to remember to keep track and not forget about them as I write. I’ve done it before..lol. But I don’t like outlining my stories because then I begin to feel stuck within the boundaries I created for myself and while I know I can change them, I have a tendency to become trapped by the ones I’ve already thought up. It’s only when my characters decide they aren’t going to do what I want them to, that things begin to morph into a different story and a better one usually.
Well, enough babbling for now. I hope you all have a wonderful Wednesday.
