Here are the “FAR” goals I established for this round of ROW80:
F-INISHING works in progress by adding >500 weekly new words, net.
A-DDING >1000 weekly new words to works with 10k words or less to them, and
R-EVISING two works for submission (converting one from adult to new adult and editing one based on feedback.) by tackling at least ONE chapter per week.
Here’s what I have done so far this week:
Seems like Groundhog Day doesn’t it? Seems like you already read this exact same post last Wednesday and something not too much different on Sunday. Okay. Guilty as charged. In my defense, I’m still Olympics hooked. They are ending soon though and I’ve made use of the time pondering plots and plotting publishing (but no publishing pages, ha!)
In the meantime, once again, so you don’t totally feel like you wasted a trip to my blog, here’s a weekly meme excerpting some of my work:
From my WIP, Three Dates, about a single mother (Lucy) employed by a matchmaking agency and tasked to handle the more difficult clients (Griffin, in this case). Lucy is the narrator. Angus is her young son. All first draft material so…
Griffin stood and gathered our trash. He sealed the box of donuts and offered them to a homeless man sitting on a nearby bench. Giving no explanation for his odd mood, he said, “Ready?”
“Yes. Of course. Angus, honey, can you toss Mommy’s coffee cup away for her, please?” He hopped over like a rabbit, picked up my cup and hopped away to the garbage can.
“What’s wrong?” I asked Griffin once Angus was out of earshot.
He gave a slight shake of his head. “Nothing. I guess it’s the sugar rebounding on me. I know I shouldn’t eat the damned things, but sometimes I just like to say ‘to hell with it’ and do what I want to do and not what I’m supposed to do.” He fixed me with a cold stare, his hazel eyes more brown than green, pupils dilated under the dark canopy of the trees. I felt like that voodoo doll donut with the salty pretzel stake through its heart and I wasn’t even sure why.
I let him get away with his lame explanation. What choice did I have? Whatever it was that Griffin and I had going wasn’t something I could allow myself to dwell on, wonder what I had done to mess it up, because the only answer I could come up with—and it was a doozy—was sleeping with him. Hard to imagine anything else to trump that one critical mistake. Problem was, I didn’t know how to fix it. Seemed Griffin had no sooner pulled out one stake in me than he poked me with another.
The irony of the love guru solving everyone’s love life but her own wasn’t lost on me. I had to find someone for Griffin, someone suitable, someone not me. Soon.
Angus hopped back on one foot and smiled up at me.
“Ready to go, my beamish boy?” I held out my hand for him to take. He nodded but walked over and took Griffin’s hand instead.
This was going to be a bigger problem than I thought.
If you’ve ever been to Portland, OR, you might have caught the reference to Voodoo Donuts, kind of a local legend in these parts. That’ll be changing to Daydream Donuts in the final story, but for now, I’ve left it.
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Thanks to all my visitors and commenters. 🙂
Looks like her son wants Griffin even if she doesn’t. Great teaser. 🙂
Thanks, Kiru! Griffin and Angus for the win!
Oh yes, I think she has a problem 🙂 lol
A very big one. Thanks, Doris!
We’ve been Olympic bound here in our house, too. So you’re not alone. 😉 Portland is a really nice city. thanks for sharing your excerpt! 🙂
Thanks, Casey. I’m loving them, just wish they didn’t save the good stuff until after 10 PM. I’m on old lady hours these days.
I love that she’s supposed to be finding him someone but that someone is turning out to be her. 🙂 I want to keep reading this!
Aww, thanks, Evie! 🙂
If I did Wednesday check-ins (I do only Sundays), mine would be a lot like yours. Sadly, I don’t have the Olympics to blame. I had kids off from school thanks to President’s Day and snow. But, sometimes we need to step back like this. It charges batteries and gets us ready to go. Hope you enjoy the rest of the games!
Thanks, Gloria. I think it’s been kind of refreshing to push away from the computer and watch with my son, especially. 🙂
I thought this was highly intriguing and entertaining. I love her voice. 🙂
Thank you kindly, Carlene. 🙂
The kid likes Griffin? Yeah, she’s screwed. 😀
Yeah, his father’s a prick so he needs Griffin…and Griffin needs him…and Lucy. THanks!
There was a Voodoo Doughnut feature on one of the Food Network shows. Crazy flavors and toppings, right? Kids have great instincts. 🙂
Love your tease!
Yep, that’s Voodoo donuts–all crazy flavors with gum and froot loops and all sorts of oddities on top. A dozen donuts are cheaper if you let them pick them out for you. Thank you for the compliment. 🙂
Honestly, I love your transparency. “Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.” That brought a smile to my face. Some weeks are like that. All the best for the week to come. And don’t forget, after the Olympics come the Paralympics. Given a chance, you might just get hooked on those too. 😀
Heh-heh…Yeah, I could sugar-coat it and blather on, but I figured there was no real point boring people with long excuses. Ah, the Paralympics. My employer (Liberty) is a sponsor of both sets of games so I’ll probably watch some of them too. I wear my trading pins every day. Thanks for visiting and for the kind words.
I’ve been to Portland any number of times — grew up in Eugene, and my daughter now lives in Portland. But I still don’t know the doughnuts in question. 🙂
Thanks, Ruth. I’ve never actually been to the donut shop but my husband and son brought back a dozen once and I see the ubiquitous pink boxes at the PDX airport all the time. Main store is downtown but I think they have a second one elsewhere in the city. No idea how old they are.