Yes. Still. I don't know why this round is so damn difficult. It's not like the first round in which I had to write entirely new scenes and do a few big changes. Most of the tweaks are just that - tweaks.
And yet, progress is slow. I have a list of 5 things left to do. 5 little things. On Friday, I had a list of 9 little things. At least I'm making some
I think I'll finish everything up today, but then, I absolutely must do one more read through of the manuscript. I must! The last time I read it through, it took me two days, so hopefully I can turn these in on Wednesday. It sure would help if I felt better, but I've been bleh since Friday night. I need a burst of energy to get through this last little bit!
And then, on to new words!
Random: you know what I miss? I miss posting little teasers. I haven't posted any in forever because I either wasn't writing new words or I was writing words which were spoilers for book one. But I have this story I started which is set in the same world as The Shadow Reader. I don't think it's spoilery and I probably won't do anything with it, but it's fun. So, here's a snippet, just because I like Paige and this scene, and I'd be so very sad if no one ever read it.
I should have checked the peephole before I opened the door. As soon as I see Lee standing on my front porch, I try to slam it shut. He gets his foot over the threshold just in time.
“I said I’d call if I heard from her. I haven’t.” I slam my stiletto heel down on his shoe. It should hurt, but he doesn’t flinch or pull his foot back.
“It’s been a month, Paige,” he says, maddeningly calm. “You told me she’s never gone more than a week.”
I ram my shoulder into the door, still trying to shove it shut. “She’s usually not gone more than a week. Really, I don’t have a clue where she is.” The latter half of that is true – I never know where McKenzie runs off to – but we sometimes go two, three weeks without talking.
“I don’t believe you.”
“That’s because you’re psychotic!”
He moves closer, getting his whole leg between the door and its frame. I push my knee against his thigh, trying to force him out of the way. The muscle beneath his jeans is hard, unmoving. The only thing that does move is me and my ruffled white mini skirt, which rides up my leg.
“Paige.” He grips the edge of the door with his left hand, completely focused on my face, not the skin I’m showing. That hurts my pride. Not that I thought he’d become distracted enough for me to get the door shut, but a little interest or even a flash of memory would be nice.
“Look,” I say, not caring that I sound like a bitch. “McKenzie is my friend, but I don’t keep track of her. She’s flighty” – to put it nicely – “but she’s an adult. She doesn’t have to report to me or anyone else when she takes off. You want to talk to her, go stake out her apartment.”
“I’ve already checked her apartment.” His voice is quiet, but intense, and his expression hasn’t changed since I first opened the door. He’s nothing like the guy I met at my sister’s wedding. That guy was nice – too nice for me, but a definite possibility for McKenzie, who’s in desperate need of a man. I thought she might like Lee’s easy smile and his mix of American and Asian heritage, so when he asked about her at the reception, I intended to set them up. But for once, McKenzie found a date on her own. Sort of.
“Let me in, Paige.”
I lift my chin and glare into his dark eyes. “She’s. Not. Here.”
His first sign of impatience is a slow blink. He draws in a breath then says, “Back up.”
Ah, hell. I lean all my weight against the door. “My friends are going to be here any second,” I lie. I’m supposed to meet them at a club in half an hour.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Despite my suspicion that he’s clinically insane, I believe him. He’s always been gentle with me – well, except when we slept together but I liked that – and he usually backs off when I ask him to. Usually.
“I’ll call the cops if--”
He kicks the door open. I see it coming, try to dodge out of the way, but it clips my hip, throwing me off-balance. I would be fine, but my high heels work against me. My ankle twists and I go down, landing hard on my ass.
Lee closes the door behind him, but I’m still not worried, not until he turns the lock and the bolt slides into place. Shit. Maybe I should be afraid of him.
I get my feet back under me, start to rise. Lee is there before I straighten, grabbing my elbow to help me up.
Or maybe he’s grabbing it to keep me from reaching for my purse. It’s there on the back of my couch only a few paces away. He knows I keep my taser in it.
“I told you to back up,” he says as if it’s my fault I fell.
“And I told you to fuck off.” I try to jerk my arm free.
“Not in those exact words,” he mutters under his breath.
Yeah, the scene still needs work, especially Paige's voice, which sounds a little too much like McKenzie's, but I love snippets.