I cracked 1500 words...
on the Framed!Werewolf story.
I still have no idea where it's going. My protag continues to be cute. I haven't graced you with a snippet in awhile, so have one:
"You will shut up except when you're saying that you don't know anything." His grip on my shoulder was painful. "Which you don't. For all you know, a bear got her and you stumbled across the body after the fact."
"And that's why her blood was in my mouth." I wasn't buying what he was selling. "Just so you know, Jesse, I'm a terrible liar."
"That does it," Sharon said. "We should kill him. He's a danger to the whole pack." She stood up suddenly enough that her chair crashed to the floor. She was taller than me, and I automatically cowered, swallowing hard.
"Stand down, Sharon," Jesse said. He sounded mild, but his eyes were hard as iron. She only held his stare for a moment before finding her chair, righting it, and sitting. "Tim," he said, and I twitched. "No more nonsense about going Lone. You're not equipped for it, not yet. Maybe not ever." His tone was uncharacteristically gentle. Carrot instead of stick. "It takes awhile for a new wolf to gain control and memories. Sometimes it never happens. That's why we have a pack."
"Okay," I whispered hoarsely. "But what about Lacey?"
"You let me worry about her. That's why you have an Alpha."
Poor Tim.
In other news, I'm still madly subbing. Got a rejection (eight-day turnaround; very nice, I wish everyone was that fast) and flipped the story right away to a snail-mail market. 10K is an awful length to try to sell. Just so you know.
I still have no idea where it's going. My protag continues to be cute. I haven't graced you with a snippet in awhile, so have one:
"You will shut up except when you're saying that you don't know anything." His grip on my shoulder was painful. "Which you don't. For all you know, a bear got her and you stumbled across the body after the fact."
"And that's why her blood was in my mouth." I wasn't buying what he was selling. "Just so you know, Jesse, I'm a terrible liar."
"That does it," Sharon said. "We should kill him. He's a danger to the whole pack." She stood up suddenly enough that her chair crashed to the floor. She was taller than me, and I automatically cowered, swallowing hard.
"Stand down, Sharon," Jesse said. He sounded mild, but his eyes were hard as iron. She only held his stare for a moment before finding her chair, righting it, and sitting. "Tim," he said, and I twitched. "No more nonsense about going Lone. You're not equipped for it, not yet. Maybe not ever." His tone was uncharacteristically gentle. Carrot instead of stick. "It takes awhile for a new wolf to gain control and memories. Sometimes it never happens. That's why we have a pack."
"Okay," I whispered hoarsely. "But what about Lacey?"
"You let me worry about her. That's why you have an Alpha."
Poor Tim.
In other news, I'm still madly subbing. Got a rejection (eight-day turnaround; very nice, I wish everyone was that fast) and flipped the story right away to a snail-mail market. 10K is an awful length to try to sell. Just so you know.