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:
FINISHING: 848 words. (goal exceeded)
ADDING: 0 words
Some good writing time on Saturday and Sunday, though not a huge number of words
This is a walk of shame scene with the heroine’s young son as witness. All first draft material so…
I slipped into the kitchen for coffee and clarity. Angus sat in the living room riveted to the television watching cartoons. Okay so Griffin wasn’t going to be able to do the walk of shame without Angus seeing him. My robe was a no-no. I tiptoed backwards trying to return to my bedroom to swap my robe for some clothes.
I had almost made it when Griffin opened the bathroom door I had just passed, and stepped out into the hall, stark naked except for the clothes he held in front of his groin. My mouth fell open as did his.
Giggling at the end of the hall had both of us turning to the source. “I see your booty,” Angus said pointing to Griffin’s ass.
A wall of heat shot up into my face. If only a trapdoor in the floor would open up and swallow Griffin whole.
“Uh, Griffin ripped a hole in his pants, sweetie and I’m going to fix it for him.” There went my mother of the year award.
Angus’s brow furrowed. “How’d you rip them?”
Griffin looked to me, terror blazing in his eyes. He turned in profile to Angus. “Uh, there was a dog. Yes, a dog. I was running and it chased me. I knew you lived near here so I ran and ran trying to get away, but, but it c-caught me and ripped a hole.”
Angus nodded thoughtfully and then turned to me. “Mom, I think you should make pancakes for us. I think Griffin needs some pancakes.” More nodding. “Yep. And bacon.” He turned and ran back to the living room.
“What are you doing?” I whisper-yelled.
“I had to go to the bathroom!”
“I couldn’t find my pants!”
I pointed to the clothing in front of his goodies. “What are those?”
“These are yours! I had to pee so badly, I didn’t have time to look any further.”
“Angus saw your booty!”
“I am well aware of that considering he announced it.” He shifted the wad of my clothes to cover his ass as he darted into my bedroom with me in close pursuit.
After I closed the door behind us, I paced in front of it. “Well, that was embarrassing.”
“Yes, slightly.” He chuckled and bent over, pawing through all the clothes littering my floor. Maybe if I’d been better about keeping my bedroom free of clutter, the “encounter” might never have happened.
I reached down and picked up his bowtie. “You could have at least put this on,” I said handing it to him.
Sex and humor. My favorite combo. 🙂
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