Progress

I got more progress done yesterday on the WIP. I broke 25,000 words. WOOHOO! The story is progressing really well and I like the way it’s going, so I’m just going to keep on plugging away. I have an idea how it’s going to end, but really nothing too concrete. I’m such a pantser. I never know what’s going to happen until I write it.

Yesterday as I was writing a scene between the hero and heroine, he revealed some interesting information to me. I learned more about him and his life and was surprised. I love when that happens.

Had another restless night last night. I was reading Confessions of a Shopaholic and literally laughed out loud. I love the way this book is written. It’s like a total human stream of consciousness but with a story. Anyway, I stopped reading just after 11 but still couldn’t go to sleep. Woke up at 1:30 and then again at 2:30 and then again at 5, which just totally sucks because my alarm goes off at 6. Of course when I start to doze off, the alarm goes off and then I don’t really want to get up at all. :yelling: Hate it. Maybe tonight I can get some good rest.

Not much else going on with me except for writing, writing, and more writing. So looks like this will be a super short entry today. Maybe I’ll post a section of the WIP for your reading enjoyment.

Seeing Mark storm into the coffee shop sent alarms, bells and whistles off in her head. Cara knew she was in trouble by the fierce look on his face. So she kept chattering with the old man at the counter, ignoring him and hoping he’d go away. Her horror only increased when he walked around the counter.

“We need to talk.” Oohhh, he sounded angry.

“I’m working,” she said. Go away.

“Get someone to cover,” he demanded and wrapped his hand around her upper arm. “This is important, Cara.”

Perhaps he hadn’t heard her before. “I’m working. Later.” Please go away.

“No. Now.” Why was he so bloody insistent? Couldn’t he see she was trying to earn a living here, dammit? He pulled her from the cash register. “I mean it, Cara.”

Nothing could be that important, could it? She stared at him long and hard, wishing he’d leave her be but she knew that wasn’t going to happen and before he caused a scene, she better agree. She felt deflated.

“Julie, can you cover for me for a few minutes?”

“Sure thing,” the young girl said.

Damn, why did she have to agree to easily? Mark dragged her toward the store room and Cara’s heart was in her throat by now. What was he going to say? What could he say? Was he very angry she left him in the middle of the night? Calm. She must remain calm.

He gave her a nudge inside the room but she did an exaggerated stagger to make it seem he had really shoved her. He closed the door and snapped the lock and her heart, it seemed, would not be quiet in her chest. Annoyed now, she gave him her best glare hoping to intimidate him.

Damn, he looked good. And she could smell his wonderful cologne even from this distance.

“What?” she growled. “What the hell is so important?”

“Why’d you leave this morning?” he asked.

So that was it. He was pissed she had left. “What?” She dropped her hands then, trying to look as exasperated as possible. “You brought me in here to ask me that?”

“You were gone when I woke up. I want to know why.” He looked smug. She wanted to smack him.

“Are you insane?” She shook her head. “I have work to do.” She tried to push past him to get to the door but he refused to budge. His hands wrapped around her biceps and he pulled her close. “Let go.”

“No, dammit. Not until you tell me the truth.”

“I had to be someplace.” Okay, it was somewhat a non-truth. Not exactly a lie, just not exactly the truth either. She didn’t want to readily admit anything to him because he might hold it against her later. She knew her rights as an almost-girlfriend.

“Like where?” Fire flashed in his greenish-gray eyes. Oh, but she loved those eyes.

“I had to go home, all right!” she shouted. “I couldn’t wake up with you beside me.”

© Michelle Miles, 2006