Writing while tired. Good or bad?
Ordinarily, I know that the answer for me is BAD, but in this case maybe I did okay. Here's a quick snippet of a WIP I've been working on. It could be delirium setting in, but I actually think this turned out kind of funny.
He cupped her cheek, his fingers stretching around her face all the way to the nape of her neck. She reached up to cover his hand with her own as his lustrous hazel eyes captured her attention with a look of deep affection and a palpable reluctance to let go. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
Teyla silently nodded.
Exhaling sharply, John pulled his hand away and turned around. “Alright. Come on, Rodney. I’m sure Katie’s starting to wonder about you.”
Rodney’s brow furrowed, oblivious to John’s true motives as he was hustled to his feet. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I’ve been wondering about you for years.”
“Oh … funny … ” the aged physicist muttered.
“You too, Ronon,” John ordered. “You met Col. Edison yet?”
“Yeah.”
“Good,” John slapped his upper arm. “Let’s see if we can’t punch somebody else before the day’s over, huh?”
Ronon curled his eyebrow at the idea, then shrugged. “‘Kay.”
He cupped her cheek, his fingers stretching around her face all the way to the nape of her neck. She reached up to cover his hand with her own as his lustrous hazel eyes captured her attention with a look of deep affection and a palpable reluctance to let go. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
Teyla silently nodded.
Exhaling sharply, John pulled his hand away and turned around. “Alright. Come on, Rodney. I’m sure Katie’s starting to wonder about you.”
Rodney’s brow furrowed, oblivious to John’s true motives as he was hustled to his feet. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I’ve been wondering about you for years.”
“Oh … funny … ” the aged physicist muttered.
“You too, Ronon,” John ordered. “You met Col. Edison yet?”
“Yeah.”
“Good,” John slapped his upper arm. “Let’s see if we can’t punch somebody else before the day’s over, huh?”
Ronon curled his eyebrow at the idea, then shrugged. “‘Kay.”