Oh, boy.

Welcome to Monday...

And the Weekly Word Count. This is gonna suck, y'all...

Last week's word count: 97,232
This week's word count: 99,557
Word count for the week: 2,325

Hit the goal. I suppose.

Yesterday was spent in a massive editing job combining a couple of scenes, reversing dialogue tags so the situation makes actual sense, and whacking out some stuff that didn't need to be there.

I really wanted to crack 100K yesterday. Didn't. Clearly. *sigh*

Maybe today.

Stay tuned for spammage. Up next, Monday Maunderings.

Oh, boy.

Welcome to Monday...

And the Weekly Word Count. This is gonna suck, y'all...

Last week's word count: 97,232
This week's word count: 99,557
Word count for the week: 2,325

Hit the goal. I suppose.

Yesterday was spent in a massive editing job combining a couple of scenes, reversing dialogue tags so the situation makes actual sense, and whacking out some stuff that didn't need to be there.

I really wanted to crack 100K yesterday. Didn't. Clearly. *sigh*

Maybe today.

Stay tuned for spammage. Up next, Monday Maunderings.

Monday Maunderings...

Without further ado, have a snippet:

The door slammed open, bouncing off the wall, and Perez stood there armed with a wicked-looking silver knife with a serrated blade. Ben's control, already shaky, slipped completely, and he found himself standing on the bed in wolf form. "Ben!" Ange's voice stayed his leap, but he crouched on the rumpled covers, snarling under her hand. She rolled her eyes. "For god's sake, Marco."

"One of the neighbors heard screams."

"So you thought you'd break in here, brandishing that pitifully inadequate weapon, and get yourself killed? Go home. Leave us alone. We're fine."

"Oh, yeah, he looks fine. Angel, you have to let me take him out of here before you get hurt."

"If you take him out of here before I'm ready for him to go, that will hurt me. Lie down, puppy." Ben flopped to his stomach and rested his chin on her knee, but his fur still bristled. "See? He's fine."

"He's wolfed."

"You startled the shit out of him after he came down from a flashback. Of course he's wolfed." Her hands never stopped stroking him. "And he's not gone to human because you've not put that silly little knife away and stopped bloody threatening him."

"Angel."

"Don't make me figure out how to do the invitation thing so it works on my space, Marco. He needs calm and quiet right now. You're providing neither."

Perez took a deep breath. "All right." He pointed at Ben with the knife. "You so much as scratch her, and you'll die slowly."

Ben lifted a lip over his teeth, and Ange rolled her eyes. "Aye, very manly posturing. Now get the hell out."

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Monday Maunderings...

Without further ado, have a snippet:

The door slammed open, bouncing off the wall, and Perez stood there armed with a wicked-looking silver knife with a serrated blade. Ben's control, already shaky, slipped completely, and he found himself standing on the bed in wolf form. "Ben!" Ange's voice stayed his leap, but he crouched on the rumpled covers, snarling under her hand. She rolled her eyes. "For god's sake, Marco."

"One of the neighbors heard screams."

"So you thought you'd break in here, brandishing that pitifully inadequate weapon, and get yourself killed? Go home. Leave us alone. We're fine."

"Oh, yeah, he looks fine. Angel, you have to let me take him out of here before you get hurt."

"If you take him out of here before I'm ready for him to go, that will hurt me. Lie down, puppy." Ben flopped to his stomach and rested his chin on her knee, but his fur still bristled. "See? He's fine."

"He's wolfed."

"You startled the shit out of him after he came down from a flashback. Of course he's wolfed." Her hands never stopped stroking him. "And he's not gone to human because you've not put that silly little knife away and stopped bloody threatening him."

"Angel."

"Don't make me figure out how to do the invitation thing so it works on my space, Marco. He needs calm and quiet right now. You're providing neither."

Perez took a deep breath. "All right." He pointed at Ben with the knife. "You so much as scratch her, and you'll die slowly."

Ben lifted a lip over his teeth, and Ange rolled her eyes. "Aye, very manly posturing. Now get the hell out."

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AUGH.

Last night's True Blood.

Just...

AUGH.

I knew it was coming. I'm still kind of gutted.

AUGH.

Last night's True Blood.

Just...

AUGH.

I knew it was coming. I'm still kind of gutted.