Lately, I’ve not been able to produce too many words on my WIPs (work in progress.) Just too tired. Life at home and at work has just been frenetic. And I’m on my annual sabbatical from the horse racing sim too! I typically don’t race in December and January. So you’d think I have a little more time than usual, but oh no.
It is true that I’ve been watching some TV. Hard to resist concerts in high def and Rott is loving the Palladia channel. The Foo Fighters concert at Wembley was amazing in high def. I was totally enchanted and spending time watching the new TV with Rott has been good for our relationship. Still, I’m falling behind and I need to get a move on.
While the amount of writing I’ve been doing is quite small, what I have done is very lush. The words, the descriptives are just rife with visuals and sensation. I had eight sentences of this over on the Lex Valentine blog yesterday for Six Sentence Sunday. Here’s an expanded version so you can see what I mean about lush.
Dark lashes flicked up and the beauty of Wilson North blazed through Garrick’s very soul when their eyes met this time. The lure of such angelic masculinity proved too much for him and he found himself pushing off from the marble crypt. He glided toward the bench where Will sat, his sole thought to lose himself in the salvation those dark eyes promised.
A visible shiver went through Will as Garrick stopped before him. Holding out his hand, Garrick silently prayed to the gods that Will would just take it and question things later. At the moment, all Garrick wanted was to touch Will, hold him and love him. Problems and logistics and the real world and all its damned obligations could come into play and be solved – or not – later. For just this moment in time, Garrick wanted to hold Will and breathe him in and know that they belonged to one another.
With dark eyes blazing, Will slipped his hand into Garrick’s and they both hissed in a breath as a metaphysical crackle of electricity arced between them. Then with a slow, fluid motion like that of wings unfurling, Will came to his feet. Garrick noted the slight wince the vampire gave as his weight settled onto both legs. He sensed rather than saw the pain that lanced through Will’s body despite the natural grace of his movements. And he wished with every bit of his theurgic strength that he could heal his mate’s injuries despite the sure knowledge that Will had received the best healing possible after his accident. Helplessness never sat well within Garrick and with this man it spurred his natural possessiveness.
This is an excerpt of Breath Me In which is the next Tales book, an unexpected story that demanded it be told. Hence the 6.5 number. LOLI’m hoping to get back into the swing of things this coming weekend and use the weeknights to get some website graphics and book covers mocked up. Cross your fingers that I stay on task.
Before I head off into the dawn for work, here’s a lovely Marcus for this Monday.
He should totally be a book cover model. I’d buy every book with him on the front.
Hope you all have a great Monday!