OMG! I'm halfway through my novel! Last night at about 11pm I finished the night's work at 26,031 words. Whew! Looking back at my blog, I just realized I wrote about 10k worth of words in two days. I guess I hit what one would call a "flow" (the opposite of a "block"). The words just flowed through my fingertips. I also found out some interesting things about my characters including a serious seduction attempt on Kierana that I wasn't expecting. *raises eyebrows* I'd still like to write another 2,000 words today if I can find time.
So back to the real world. I did a speed cleaning before Greg returned home (and he's happily napping upstairs after his red eye flight back from Seattle). I have my first parent/teacher conference ever with Zach's kindergarten teacher this afternoon. That should be interesting. :/ It's also Survivor night on TV. And I need to write up another article for my scrapbook forum. Thursdays are good days around here. :)
Excerpt from last night's writing (ignore any grammar problems), I should probably give you a set up for this one but I won't. :b
"Quetear said you wanted to see me?"
"Make at least a dozen more," Caiden told the soldier. He turned to Kierana. "Yes, come with me." He held open the tent flap and she ducked under to enter.
"Is everything okay?"
"Are you okay?" he asked, ignoring her question.
She shrugged her shoulders. Her muscles felt too stiff to make even that simple motion. "I'm fine. I think so. I don’t know." She felt like she had been in emotional overload all morning and then she had fallen into a coma like sleep all afternoon. It hadn't given her too much time to actually think about the whole situation.
"Sit," he said and she did, sitting on a section of cut log made for that purpose. He knelt behind her. His hands touched her shoulders and she tensed. The sparks flew between them and she forced herself not to move away.
"What are you doing?"
"You're too tense. Remember after the skavens?" His hands began kneading the muscles of her upper back. His touch caused a familiar warmth to spread through her body.
"Yes," she sighed, enjoying the soothing motions of his hands. She had taken a similar beating during a skaven hunt several months ago. Caiden had stopped by her tent the next morning and helped rub away the pain.
"This morning," he began, his hands pressing circles down her back.
"Mmm…"
"It won't happen again?" His hands slipped under her shirt and the touch of his skin on hers caused a pleasant shock to run down her spine.
"No," she answered when her mouth would work again. Caiden's hands stroking her bare skin was clouding her thoughts. "It was too much of a shock too fast. I'll know what to expect tonight," she reassured. She wanted to be the one to rescue Minolan, there was no way they could talk her out of it.
"Feel better?" he asked, running his hand lightly up and down her back. The mild friction caused her nerves to stand on end.
She shivered and smiled. "Yes, much. Thanks."
He seemed reluctant to stop but he pulled his hands out of her shirt. He walked around to her front and offered his hands to help her up. She stood but he didn't let go of her hands. "They are probably ready to go," he said, glancing at the tent exit. He clasped her hands with both of his and brought them to his mouth. The pressure from his lips tugged at her lower belly and Kierana gasped. "He's not the only one who would do anything for you." His warm brown eyes were full of promise and Kierana was taken aback.
"I…" she began but too confused she didn’t know how to finish the thought. She realized her mouth was hanging open in astonishment. With a shake of her head, she forcefully closed her mouth, jarring her back to her senses.
He let go of her hands then and the temperature of the small space seemed to drop ten degrees. She knew if she pressed her hands to her face, they would both still be warm. He chivalrously held open the tent flap for her and still dumbfounded by what he had offered, she walked out of the tent. She saw the group of warriors still by the edge of the camp and made her way over to them. Her senses told her without looking that Caiden was a step behind her the entire way.
"Kier, good to see you awake!" Jalask greeted. She stared up at him. "Are you okay? You look a little…" His eyes went from her face to the wood elf she knew was standing behind her. Jalask raised an eyebrow and turned away without another word.
"I'm fine," she said. She seemed to be saying that a lot today, why was everyone so concerned about her. A strange impulse made her glance at Butu. The usual neutral expression on his face wasn’t so neutral. She blinked and thought she had imagined the tightening of his jaw and his dark eyes flashing in anger.
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