This week will probably be a repeat of the last, in which I try but cannot visit even half of the snippets I’d like and feel horrible about it while I’m studying. Next week is my last, and then I’ll have my degree and two accompanying awards, so hopefully things will calm down a little then. But not too much, because then what would I write about? 🙂
Please be sure to visit all the great snippets, and leave comments and share the links so more people can find them! Three great groups keep me inspired, Seductive Studs & Sirens, Weekend Writing Warriors, and Snippet Sunday.
Here’s another snippet from my WIP Cascades, which I’m hoping will grow up to be a holiday novella even though I’ve hardly done any care-and-feeding of it in the past week. This is before last week’s—JB’s boss is a tad inebriated and just told him not to worry about helping him get home, because he doesn’t want JB to hurt his back.
I could’ve argued, but what good would it do? He could see the gray in my beard and the growth in my forehead better than I could.
I turned off the neon signs, locked the front door, stretched out on the fold-out cot in the storeroom, and waited for morning.
Most nights, before I fell asleep I’d get to the end of my favorite relaxation technique, but not that night. Not sure why but it had been the slowest Saturday night in history. Probably had something to do with how close it was to Christmas. I fell asleep with my perfect man only half-constructed. Half remembered.
Thanks for reading!