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Tuesday Tickle: A Knight in Shining Kevlar

I’m deep into the revisions on this story, so of course that’s where my mind is when I go looking for Tickles. This bit occurs fairly early in the story, on Ben and Ross’s first date. (No guarantees that this will stay in this form, or that it will even appear in the final manuscript. The story’s in a pretty amorphous state at the moment, being stretched in some places, compressed in others. I love these lines, but I won’t know if they are appropriate until I get a bit more tweaking done.)

Ross pulled back and tugged on the front of his coat. “So I’m not the only one feeling this?” he asked, eyes wide and dark in the streetlights.

Ben shook his head.

Ross nodded, as if he’d suddenly come to a decision. “Good. It’s spooky.” He ran his thumb across Ben’s mouth again, then patted Ben’s chest. “Dinner.” He walked around to the passenger door and waited for Ben to unlock the car.

Ben stood a moment, stunned, and then scrambled to hit the door locks. He settled himself into the driver’s seat, put on his seatbelt and was leaning over to put the key in the ignition when Ross said, “Ben?”

He sat back. “Yes?”

Ross looked toward him. “Just so we’re clear on how this night ends, I’m not sleeping with you.”

Ben leaned forward and started the car. “I wouldn’t expect you to.” He smiled a secret smile at Ross’s small “Oh.” Good to know he could throw the other man as off-balance as he felt.

Tuesday Tickle: A Knight in Shining Kevlar

So, my little weather bomb did a real number on me. RCMP have been asking people to stay off the roads for the past three days, the huge poplar tree in the side yard lost about half it’s branches and everything is covered in half an inch of ice.

I’m a little behind in producing new words–my jaw flared up again over the weekend and my one trip out of the house was to Emergency for painkillers. I only took one, because I hate how opioids make me feel, but it was almost enough to break the pain cycle. So, I’ve been functional, but nowhere near the state necessary for writing.

However, I do have a few bits and bobs that I threw into Knight, as I reacquaint myself with the manuscript and try to figure out what additions and changes I want to make. Here’s one of them:

They stopped to pick up steaks at the grocery store. Ben, wearing a grin that Ross could only categorize as impish, had dropped a frozen caramel cheesecake into their basket as well.

“In case I burn the steaks.” But his eyes danced and Ross had to laugh.

“Despite what you might think, I’m not a picky eater.”

Ben grinned and bumped a hip casually against Ross’s. The flash of desire was pretty much status quo at this point, but the warm, ‘just came home’ feeling was a bit of a surprise.

Getting ahead of yourself there, Gorveatt. Foot off the accelerator. He followed Ben up to the cash register, taking the opportunity to admire the way his police jacket fell across his shoulders, how the trousers gripped and slid over his thighs with each step. Damn, but he was a sucker for a uniform.

Have to see how the rest of it falls out before I know if that will stay, but it’s a cute little scene.

And now, back to my regularly scheduled heating pad and Chuck marathon.

The End of April Round-up

I was really shocked today to realise how tense I’ve been over the past month. When I looked back in the spreadsheet, most of April was spent on edits, some of them fairly substantial, as I filled in plot holes and rewrote sections that weren’t doing their jobs properly. The knots in my shoulders are still there, and probably will be for a few more days, but the searing pain and the headache are mostly gone now. This is something, obviously, that I will have to plan for in the future–I did the same thing with Bite Me Tender, but it wasn’t so bad since BMT is about a thirds the length of Knight.

Speaking of BMT, I’m being torn in two directions with that little series. I have the first 2500 words or so of the next one written, but the scene where Glyn and Levi first meet walked in, sat down and put its feet up on the table today. While I was in the shower. And no, I didn’t feel ogled at all, until Glyn’s dad decided to add his two cents worth. If eyes were octopi, that’s what it felt like. So I’ll be setting up a third planner in that binder in Liquid Story Binder, to keep these little ideas alive. And, I have to say, Glyn was kind of an ass in those days. But so was Levi. Ah, heck, they both still are. At least Levi looks trainable–I’m not sure I could say that about Glyn.

So, here’s my wordcounts, for both March and April. Thank you for helping keep me honest. There’s days I might not write, if it wasn’t for the end of month confessional. 😛

March:
March Word counts 2013

April:
April word counts

See all the gray? That’s editing, if there’s a number in there. If it’s empty, that’s a day I didn’t write, for whatever reason. Sometimes, just because I’m too darn tired. The occassional recharge seems to be a necessity, no matter how much I feel like I’m wasting the time.

Must go, laundry to fold, old episodes of MASH to watch. Man, I love that show. What a bunch of people just like the people I hang out with!

…I clicked Send.

And immediately started panicking about whether I should have waited another day to send it off. I probably would have changed a few more things, added a few sentences, took a few more out. At this point, though, I’m not sure I wouldn’t do more harm than good. Anyway, Knight is now officially off my plate and onto someone else’s.

Time to finish the poppy boys and see what other tales I can tell. Courtesans, cyborgs, soldiers, werewolves and sorcerers. And more squirrels.

But no weresponges. 😀

Friday!

I love Friday. Today, I labelled organic meat for sale. It was a fun time-they’re a crazy crew out at the meat shop where we cut and package our meat to sell.

What else did I do today? I posted on Goodreads. Another interview with the poppy boys and another little snippet.

I haven’t done any work on Knight yet today, but I may later. Or maybe a few more words on the poppy boys. I’m really excited to be hitting send very soon on Knight, but it leaves me in something of a quandry, because I really don’t have any stories jockeying for position right now. I may take a few days off and read, just to see if any of them take advantage and slip into the ‘next-in-line’ space. To be honest, the story of what happened before The Courtesy of Knives has been nagging me heavily the last week. It wants to call itself Bird of Paradise, or some form of that, which usually means that there’s a full-fledged story hiding in my subconscious somewhere. Come out, you! We don’t stand for closets around here! The social structure of this society is fascinating and weird and leaves lots of room for UST and sexy scenes. Plus a very scary few as well. We’ll see how it goes…

Kitty, wishing there was wine

The Lowest Difficulty Setting as Teaching Tool

Hubs and I had quite the conversation about this, this morning. Especially interesting, since he’s a white, heterosexual male and we live in the small community where he grew up. That’s not to say he enjoys all the privilege possible–he grew up quite poor, and the son of a European immigrant. But, he’s still got more than I do–a white, heterosexual female, who did not grow up in his small, somewhat hidebound community. Not that this means I can fully understand the experience of a black lesbian. It does mean that I can use my writer’s imagination to extrapolate to what that must be like, and probably only fall a couple of kilometres short of the real experience. My own opinion–I think everyone should have to go someplace, live somewhere, where their natural privilege doesn’t exist. We should all have that experience at least once in our lives. I think it would make us much less cruel, in the end. Anyway, read Scalzi’s blog, click on the link and read the story about the teaching exercise. In today’s gamer generation, it really makes sense.

Synopsis done, query mostly done, final draft waiting on a final readthrough to catch an dropped words or weird grammar. It’s almost done–hooray!

This is a drive-by blogging

I’m pretty sure the edits are done on Knight. I’m halfway through the synopsis and more than halfway to being bald. How on earth do you condense 95,000 words down to 1500? Without sounding like a moron? By the time I’m done cutting out every word I can think of, it’s going to sound like caveman grunts and worm farts. 😀 Yeah, I’m just that classy.

Sign of Spring’s been put on hold all weekend, while I worked through the last of my feedback on Knight and started working on the synopsis. I’m going to give Knight a break tomorrow, and give myself permission to ‘play’ with my poppy boys. (Oh, get your mind out of the gutter! No, wait, that’s where I live. Come back here!) Hope to get them into the flower garden tomorrow, plus I have to interview them again for the Threadhop. And work on their cover.

Anyone out there have any experience with cloning?

First half of Knight done. Please let it be good!

I’ve been head down all weekend, either getting the chores out of the way so I could go through the beta comments, or working on the beta. I’ve been through the first 11 chapters of Knight 3 times since 5 pm yesterday. Woo! Boy, I’m tired. I usually end up in tears at least once. This time was no exception. By this point in the process, I’m ready to be done and still miles to go before I sleep.

Never got a word written on the poppy boys this weekend. I’ve been playing around with a series of potential covers for the story. I found a perfect picture over on Shutterstock and now I’ve trying to figure out how to use it properly. Later on, before I submit the story to the MM Romance group, I think I’ll ask for some reader’s choice to help me choose the right cover version for it.

Here’s some hotness, just to keep you company. He’s a brazilian model and another potential candidate for the role of Ben.
sans-titre

Not getting much done today. :D

I’m trying to get some more words done on my poppy boys. But people keep sending me pictures of pretty young men.

Ben Wishaw - Ross3 Ben Wishaw, who is a pretty good likeness of my Ross.

Or this:
Flores, maybe Some dude on Shutterstock, who is reasonably like Ben.

And then there was the conversation about whether zombies could swim. Which led to the conversation about whether a lobster had enough brains to be zombified.

Yep. We’re weird.

Today is a good day

And I can say that honestly. I shipped the last half of Knight off to betas this morning. It’s not perfect and there are a few chapters that haven’t gotten the attention they deserve (mostly because they come at a part of the story where I’m already emotionally exhausted), but it’s pretty much in the shape it should be in going to the publisher. I have 23 days left to get it ready to send.

It’s a funny feeling, and those of you who write will probably recognize it. As you wind down to the submission date, a feeling of inevitability settles over you. You start recognizing the fact that this is what the story will be. That perfect image–the beautiful flow of words and emotions that existed before you first opened a file and named it–that’s been absorbed and reshaped within the reality that now faces you. And you have to accept that it will never be what it was in your head. Some of it will–there are some lovely stretches of emotion in Knight–but there are parts that I occasionally feel the urge to apologize to. Not because they’re bad, but because I feel like I failed them somehow and made them less than they could have been.

I hope to make it up to them, after a small break and with the invaluable help of my betas. In the meantime, I’ve gotten involved in the Goodreads MM Romance writing event: Love Has No Boundaries. If you’re a member of this group, here’s the link to my prompt: LINK . Aren’t they lovely? There’s a little except at the bottom of the thread. I can promise more hijinks as the month grows old, since a group of us has decided to have an informal ‘thread hop’ during the event. Stay tuned and I’ll let you know when it starts and who’s in on it.