Tuesday Tickle: Bite Me Tender

A propos of nothing, this little section makes me laugh. I’m not going to tell you where it happens, though, ’cause I’m mean like that.

This is your fault, isn’t it? He poked mentally at his wolf, who was as drunk as Levi, stretched out on its figurative back with its legs pointing shamelessly in all four directions and its tongue hanging limply out the side of its mouth. The wolf groaned and growled at him before going back to whatever drunken things metaphysical wolves dreamed of when completely tanked.

First set of edits on Bite Me Tender done, and all my weird grammar corrected. I hope. I’m still working away on my rockstar fantasy and picking away at whatever else kicks my fancy into gear. Oh, and Kimber Vale just sold her rockstar fantasy to Liquid Silver, so lots of rockin’ and rollin’ going on in the crit group.

Speaking of, we’re starting to do ‘writing sprints’, which should be interesting. Seeing as how I write with all the speed of a glacier in full forward motion. I get the feeling I’ll be eating a lot of digital dust over the coming months.

Meh. C’est la vie.

Tuesday Tickle: Bite Me Furface

It’s been a weird week, what with revisions and adding a whole heaping pile of word to Bite Me Tender. I can’t say I’ve gotten a whole lot of wordage done, which makes me cranky, which results in this:

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I think I got him in the eye, which is awesome, considering I haven’t shot in about 6 months and I can feel it in my left shoulder already after only taking 30 pokes at the little prince. But I feel better now and once I have coffee, I will be FANTASTIC!

So, remember the last time I posted a little Furface for you? And we figured out that Glyn can talk to the werewolves’ wolves? Does it surprise anyone that Glyn’s wolf has an attitude on him that could fill the Grand Canyon?

Glyn leapt off him (Levi), the sudden cramp in his gut at the separation a pale echo of the pain in his heart. He rounded the corner into the hallway at full speed, his bare feet sure on the old wood boards, and raced up the stairs. Hi wolf whined and circled nervously inside him.

Shut the fuck up. I don’t want to talk about it.

He slammed their bedroom door behind him, the bang so loud it hurt his ears.

:That’s very helpful.:

Shut up, wolf.

The wolf sniffed and went silent, but even its silence spoke volumes. It didn’t think Connor was an issue.

Yeah, and I’m going to just leave you with that. This is going to be a fun book. 😀

High Speed Revisions: Roadrunner got nothin' on me

By dint of gluing my butt to my chair and doing nothing but writing for about 16 hours, I’ve tied another 4500 words into Bite Me Tender. It will make the story stronger, in the end, but it’s nerve-racking going back through, because every decision you make, every change that you add in, has the potential to unravel something that happens later in the story. I’m running it past 3 victims volunteers, whose eagle eyes and sharp minds will be instrumental in catching my pratfalls.

Me, my eyes have started to cross looking at the darn thing. We all know that I’m the kind of writer that stews stuff and tends not to write that fast. My writer brain is a bit on the flabby side for something like this. Fingers crossed that it won’t be too awfully bad. But, in order to hit our target date, Raven needed it back ASAP. Hoping for tomorrow night. Good thing she’s on the west coast and I’m on the east coast.

And don’t think I won’t milk that time difference for every second it’s got. 😀

And is it not ridiculous that I want to just sit and write something, anything, else, to unwind?

Tuesday Tickle: Bite Me, Furface!

I’m officially at 50% of my guesstimate on Furface. (Of course, we all know how accurate that probably is.) I thought I’d celebrate that with a few lines from chapter one, tentatively titled ‘Rattling Cages’. A little bit of Glyn being Glyn, for your entertainment.

It’s Date Night:

The waitress sat them at their usual table, a small one near the back, where Glyn’s hijinks usually went unnoticed. She offered them menus-which they didn’t need but ended up with anyway-accepted their order for beer, and went back to her rapid to and fro between the kitchen and the diners.

Levi had hardly put the menus aside before it started. A sock clad foot made its stealthy way up the inside of his calf, pausing to circle his kneecap, before beginning a slow journey along his inner thigh. Levi sipped at his water and pretended not to notice, just as Glyn pretended that nothing untoward was going on underneath the table.

“Did you want to rent a movie to watch tonight?” Glyn asked, all innocence. The foot crept another inch up Levi’s leg.

“It’s starting to get cold at night. I want to get a bit of wood put in the basement, split some of that big stuff to fit the woodstove.” He watched Glyn’s eyes grow big, but any response the other man would have made was short-circuited by the return of the waitress with their beer. Gotcha!