Whoever said weekends are the best time to crank out words for NaNoWriMo was and idiot. Okay, so that’s harsh, but they obviously don’t have kids, spouses, and dogs, all demanding attention. This was my thought most of yesterday morning. Every time I even thought about writing, someone would open the door needing me, the dogs would start barking at leaves blowing down the street, or someone decided their TV show was best played in the room where I was trying to work at maximum volume. Needless to say, I honestly thought yesterday was going to be the day it wall fell apart.
Then, something magical happened. The husband went to the store for lunch. When he got home, he sat down with the boy to watch movies. And he turned into a pit bull when anyone came near my door, allowing me time to write.
This project has been the easiest to write, without a doubt. I give a lot of the credit to the pre-planning I did thanks to Story Genius. Instead of spending the first quarter of the book getting to know my characters, we were already friends. Sure, they’re still bossing me around, telling me they know what’s best for me, but we have an understanding. As long as I get them to their happily ever after, we’re a team.
As with every day before, this is a completely unedited snippet, which may or may not appear in the final version.
You’d think all the walking and fresh air would’ve made me sleep like the dead, but you’d be wrong. When my phone rang the morning after dinner with Brook, I could’ve sworn it’d only been a couple of hours since I’d laid down on the luxurious mattress in my room.
I’d tossed and turned all night, trying to figure out how I’d read Brook so wrong. He’d been fun and flirty all night, until the end, when his face had gone blank and he pulled away when I leaned in to kiss him.
And what in the hell was that all about, anyway? I wasn’t a kisser. I mean, I didn’t have anything against kissing, but it wasn’t part of my standard operating procedure when it came to hookups. Time spent making out like teenagers was much better spent getting naked and on with the main event. But with Brook, it was different. I’d felt the stress melting away as we walked along the beach. I’d enjoyed the way he fit against my side, the little sighs he made when he was happy. When he fell, I wanted nothing more than to take care of him. Hell, I barely recognized myself when we were together, but I wasn’t certain that was a bad thing.