Weekend Work
One thing about falling asleep at 8pm, you wake up early. I was up at the unusual hour of 6am. Not only that, I felt productive at that ungodly hour (yes, I know!). I'm happy to report that Book II of June n Peaches is now up over 3,000 words. It feels like a nice chapter break too. I hope to get back to it today, but I have three stories to crit for my local writers coffee this afternoon, and should do that first.
There is one line that my Hunnybun and I are discussing the grammar. I think I have it correct, because of the meaning but he's arguing that it is still a question. Would you mind giving an opinion, if you have one? Should the second thing June yells at Oslo in this scene end in a question mark or an exclamation mark? Thanks. :)
Here and there, soft snowflakes fell from a winter colored overcast sky to land on the frozen lawn. June stood there, between the cattery barn and the matching McMansion style home, while the ground tried to freeze her feet through her boots. Glad their nearest neighbor was over a kilometer away, she shivered in the cold air, even with her polar fleece lined winter coat. She should’ve worn a hat, she decided, and wondered if the falling flakes had put a layer of ice on her black hair. She reached up to find they hadn’t, yet.
“Now concentrate,” Oslo called from a few meters away, a basket full of water balloons at his feet. An athletic man around her age of 24, he stood in the cold in t-shirt and jeans. His only concession to winter weather was the knitted hat on his head.
“Explain to me why we can’t do this inside where it’s warm?” June called as she heard the G chord of his magic activating. She still wasn’t happy that the wizard resistance made him live with her at the cattery. One person could run it easily, especially with the cats’ help, but since she’d only known she was a wizard for less than a year, her boss Matt decreed she needed help.
Oslo put his hands on his hips and mocked sighed. “Because I don’t want to mop up water in the house. Now, get ready already or you’re gonna get wet.” A happy colored balloon rose from the basket and hovered waist high.
“Did I tell you recently that I hate you!” June called back. Oslo laughed. In moments like this she tried to tell herself he only wanted to teach her be a better wizard, and that she had to improve if she wanted to join the resistance to get those government bastards responsible for killing her first mentor Mark, but dammit did he have to be an arrogant ass doing it?
Oslo laughed again and the balloon came at her. Panicked, June threw up her crossed arms in front of her face first, then sang her note to activate her magic. Not fast enough, the balloon hit her arm and burst, and old water ran down the front of her coat. Good thing it was water proof.
3511 / 80000 words. 4% done!
There is one line that my Hunnybun and I are discussing the grammar. I think I have it correct, because of the meaning but he's arguing that it is still a question. Would you mind giving an opinion, if you have one? Should the second thing June yells at Oslo in this scene end in a question mark or an exclamation mark? Thanks. :)
Here and there, soft snowflakes fell from a winter colored overcast sky to land on the frozen lawn. June stood there, between the cattery barn and the matching McMansion style home, while the ground tried to freeze her feet through her boots. Glad their nearest neighbor was over a kilometer away, she shivered in the cold air, even with her polar fleece lined winter coat. She should’ve worn a hat, she decided, and wondered if the falling flakes had put a layer of ice on her black hair. She reached up to find they hadn’t, yet.
“Now concentrate,” Oslo called from a few meters away, a basket full of water balloons at his feet. An athletic man around her age of 24, he stood in the cold in t-shirt and jeans. His only concession to winter weather was the knitted hat on his head.
“Explain to me why we can’t do this inside where it’s warm?” June called as she heard the G chord of his magic activating. She still wasn’t happy that the wizard resistance made him live with her at the cattery. One person could run it easily, especially with the cats’ help, but since she’d only known she was a wizard for less than a year, her boss Matt decreed she needed help.
Oslo put his hands on his hips and mocked sighed. “Because I don’t want to mop up water in the house. Now, get ready already or you’re gonna get wet.” A happy colored balloon rose from the basket and hovered waist high.
“Did I tell you recently that I hate you!” June called back. Oslo laughed. In moments like this she tried to tell herself he only wanted to teach her be a better wizard, and that she had to improve if she wanted to join the resistance to get those government bastards responsible for killing her first mentor Mark, but dammit did he have to be an arrogant ass doing it?
Oslo laughed again and the balloon came at her. Panicked, June threw up her crossed arms in front of her face first, then sang her note to activate her magic. Not fast enough, the balloon hit her arm and burst, and old water ran down the front of her coat. Good thing it was water proof.
3511 / 80000 words. 4% done!