Stolen from
therumjournals,
zjofierose,
the_deep_magic, and others on my flist:
Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.
Choose one (1), and I will post a random line or two.
And like
therumjournals (can I just BE her when I grow up?), I'll give a little blurb, relative word count, and the odds of me finishing it. A couple of them are dead,
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It's been outlined, only about 800 words at the moment, and probably less than 25% chance of it getting finished.
“I’m not drunk. I need you to know that,” he’d said, pink lips grazing Zach’s cheek. He felt Chris’ hand fumbling at his belt.
The next morning, Zach woke up as Chris was dressing quietly. He turned onto his side and stretched his hand out toward Chris to get his attention.
“Oh, hey, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispered.
“You have to go?” Zach’s voice was rough with sleep.
“I have to run back and check out of my hotel.”
Zach watched as Chris buttoned his cardigan. Pulling himself onto his knees, he moved over to the other side of the bed and gently pulled at Chris’ wrist. Chris blinked twice in surprise.
“You missed a button,” Zach mumbled and fixed the cardigan. His fingers moved slowly, reluctant to let Chris go.
“Thanks,” Chris said softly. “Hey,” he added. “We’re cool?”
Zach nodded dumbly.
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