#ROW80 Round 1 2014 Check in #19 and a Mid-Week Teaser

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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

REVISING:  None

Some good writing time on Saturday and Sunday, though not a huge number of words

Back for more from my adult contemporary WIP, Three Dates, the one to which I added 829 words, which is sadly rambling all over the place. Grrr.MidWeekTease2

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!”

“Naked?”

“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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#ROW80 Round 1 2014 Check in #17 and a Mid-Week Teaser

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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:  None.

ADDING:  526 words so far.

REVISING:  None.

I’m okay with my pace. I’m usually more latter half of the week weighted and I’ve at least been putting a few words down each night.

Switching it up some, here’s a weekly meme excerpting some of my “Adding” work:MidWeekTease2

From my WIP, KAOS (Kissing As An Organized Sport), a new adult offering about a bunch of college kids playing KAOS (Killing as an organized sport) with some interesting complications. Chloe is the narrator / protagonist and Jules is her BFF, both of whom are undergraduates. Harry, Fiona, Tim, Drew, New John and Russ are graduate student dorm rats.  All first draft material so…

“Hey Chlo. You and Harry get signed up?” Jules asks.

All eyes swivel my way.

“Yep,” I say propping my feet up on my backpack. “We are armed and deadly.”

“Where’s Harry,” Drew asks.

I cock my head toward the door. “He’s at the cafeteria having coffee with Fiona.”

“What!” Tim and Drew exclaim in unison. New John and Russ pause their game to chorus in next.

“You left him with her?” Drew says springing from the loveseat like I shoved a firecracker up his ass. He paces in front of me. “This is bad, really bad. He was doing so well.”

Tim has already shoved Jules’ feet off his lap and is headed toward the door. “Come on, guys, the GDPCS must act!” New John and Russ push back and draw on their coats and follow Drew and Tim.

“GDPCS?” I ask Jules, my brows hiked high. These guys and their bromance languages…

“No idea. Must be new. I’ve only heard it once before.” She skewers me with a knowing glance. “So…what’s going on with you and Harry?”

I frown. Alright. Maybe I have a little teensy tiny crush on Harry. Microscopic even and only in my whimsical moments. Certainly never anything I ever dreamed of acting upon, but that was mostly because he’d always been with Fiona. The two of them were like fish and chips—British and inseparable. And probably bad for a girl. Oh sure, I might occasionally crave fried food–who doesn’t–and the foreign element gives it extra appeal, but I’ve never really given much thought to actually consuming fish and chips regularly. I’d break out for sure and die ugly and pimpled.

“Absolutely nothing is going on with me and Harry. Why would you even ask me that? I never ask you if anything is going on with you and Tim, yet you or some part of you is always in his lap or the other way around.”

Jules flips her hand at me and shakes her head. “Everyone knows I’m in love with Forrest.”

I sigh because she’s right. Everyone does know this and no one takes her flirting seriously. Well, no one with any sense. Sometimes I wonder about Tim, but then he’ll disappear on a date Friday night and no one will see him until Saturday night when he’ll drag back to the dorm doing the guy’s version of the walk of shame, which is really more of a high five gauntlet. The guys call him the Twenty-Four Hour Man, but no one has ever actually seen him on a date or with a girl. Jules is rarely here on weekends, but when she comes back on Sunday nights she always has that dreamy, been fucked all weekend look on her face and her IQ is fifty points lower than it was on Friday. Tim’s IQ is fifty points higher. No one ever said sex was fair.

KAOS draws heavily from my own collegiate experiences at UNC Chapel Hill, Craige dorm. Writing nostalgically is quite wonderful, even though it’s been a long, long, long time since I was in college.

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