Actually remembering to post here!
Actually it's a sort of cross-post from my main blog, but at least I'm remembering to use my lj. xD
I'm finally home again. I feel like I've bee pet sitting for a few weeks straight now - and I pretty much have. It's nice to get the extra money but I can't always manage to get anything done while pet sitting. The cats and dogs kept me on my toes on this last one. The cats took to knocking everything off of perches, from their food dishes (sometimes full of food) to the glass I'd set down on the counter when I went to take one of the dogs out (yeah, yeah... shattered glass... not cool). A few of the dogs I watched were foster dogs... not used to living in a home and very needy. Normally I can write through almost anything a dog does (cats not so much, because well... they can reach anywhere the little buggers), but having a drooling head in my lap kind of diswayed me from pen and paper OR alphasmart. What can I say, it was a losing battle?
However, I'm home now and have started my next rough draft. I plan on starting on the edits of one of the drafts I just finished not too long ago and get that into a decent draft for other eyes to go over. But for now, I'm amusing myself with the new Big Shiny Idea: Touched (working title). Here's a brief excerpt/opening paragraph in all its unedited glory. Which incluedes my [Fill in the Blanks Later] brackets:
Trace Thorne held the three-headed pup out like some kind of sacrificial offering. “It’s the opportunity of a lifetime, Ray-Ray.”
Her half brother gave her his best scam artist grin. The opportunity of a lifetime in Hell. She didn’t think so. “I’ll pass.”
“Sis…”
“No.” Reagan Donner turned and headed up the walk to the small two story house, the mint green siding going nicely with the pale creams and tans that lined the rest of the nice little neighborhood. She paused at the door and glanced back over her shoulder, counting off each of the three drooling heads easily. How the hell did he think he was walking around with a Cerberus pup in [City Name] without anyone noticing?
[Street name] had a neighborhood watch for godsake, with an ancient busy body that Reagan and her roommate had caught spying on the neighborhood more than once. Mrs. Higgins would have a heart attack if she saw the deformed dog being thrust around for everyone with two eyes and any sense to see.
“And put the damn dog away. If anyone sees her they’ll be in a panic over water pollutants again, like they were last summer when that double headed turtle was all over TV.”
“I’m shielding her, Sis. Tripp and I ain’t here to get busted. No one can see all of her but you and me.”
Reagan frowned. She hadn’t known that was possible, though with demons maybe anything was. Trace wiggled the kicking puppy teasingly, trying on his best puppy dog face to match. It looked cuter on the dog.
Proof, in other words, that I have been writing.
I'm finally home again. I feel like I've bee pet sitting for a few weeks straight now - and I pretty much have. It's nice to get the extra money but I can't always manage to get anything done while pet sitting. The cats and dogs kept me on my toes on this last one. The cats took to knocking everything off of perches, from their food dishes (sometimes full of food) to the glass I'd set down on the counter when I went to take one of the dogs out (yeah, yeah... shattered glass... not cool). A few of the dogs I watched were foster dogs... not used to living in a home and very needy. Normally I can write through almost anything a dog does (cats not so much, because well... they can reach anywhere the little buggers), but having a drooling head in my lap kind of diswayed me from pen and paper OR alphasmart. What can I say, it was a losing battle?
However, I'm home now and have started my next rough draft. I plan on starting on the edits of one of the drafts I just finished not too long ago and get that into a decent draft for other eyes to go over. But for now, I'm amusing myself with the new Big Shiny Idea: Touched (working title). Here's a brief excerpt/opening paragraph in all its unedited glory. Which incluedes my [Fill in the Blanks Later] brackets:
Trace Thorne held the three-headed pup out like some kind of sacrificial offering. “It’s the opportunity of a lifetime, Ray-Ray.”
Her half brother gave her his best scam artist grin. The opportunity of a lifetime in Hell. She didn’t think so. “I’ll pass.”
“Sis…”
“No.” Reagan Donner turned and headed up the walk to the small two story house, the mint green siding going nicely with the pale creams and tans that lined the rest of the nice little neighborhood. She paused at the door and glanced back over her shoulder, counting off each of the three drooling heads easily. How the hell did he think he was walking around with a Cerberus pup in [City Name] without anyone noticing?
[Street name] had a neighborhood watch for godsake, with an ancient busy body that Reagan and her roommate had caught spying on the neighborhood more than once. Mrs. Higgins would have a heart attack if she saw the deformed dog being thrust around for everyone with two eyes and any sense to see.
“And put the damn dog away. If anyone sees her they’ll be in a panic over water pollutants again, like they were last summer when that double headed turtle was all over TV.”
“I’m shielding her, Sis. Tripp and I ain’t here to get busted. No one can see all of her but you and me.”
Reagan frowned. She hadn’t known that was possible, though with demons maybe anything was. Trace wiggled the kicking puppy teasingly, trying on his best puppy dog face to match. It looked cuter on the dog.
Proof, in other words, that I have been writing.