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naomi_jay*Hunter S Thompson
Okay, so after all that angst and hair-pulling, I have clawed my way to 5k on BLOOD HUNT. I definitely made the right decision to write this book instead of BAD DOGS, but today was one of those days where you have to fight for every word. I'm not a great believer in The Muse, or even Writer's Block, but whatever it is that lets you turn blank pages into a book, I struggled with it today.
Anyway. Never mind. The important thing is I'm catching up with myself, and I actually like what I'm writing, which makes all the difference.
5162 / 70000 words. 7% done!
And just to prove I'm writing, here's a snippet from tonight's efforts:
I leapt off the sofa, knocking Shannon to the floor, and rushed to the window. Warm night air hit me as I flung it open, carrying the scent of rotting fruit. I sneezed and stuck my head out, trying to find the source of the noise. A single streetlight flickered nearby, casting patchy light over the narrow cobbled street. Directly opposite our building was a resturant, the white-painted brickwork glowing in the darkness. Waiting staff in black jackets and white ties hurried out, looking around for the screamer just like me.
It only took me a second to find her. A few feet up the street, kneeling by a shadowy object, hands clutching her thick black hair as she rocked back and forth, that high-pitched, wordless scream bouncing off the stone walls all around her. It was Mei.
'Shit.' I ran for the door, my wolf on red alert. Pack in danger, nothing else mattered.
Shannon grabbed me before I reached the door, pulling me back. 'What's going on?'
'It's Mei.'
Eyes wide, Shannon joined my dash for the door. All my bitchy thoughts from earlier disappeared as we ran down the stairs to the street. What could cause those bloodcurdling shrieks? My stomach lurched. I wasn't sure I wanted to find out.
Out on the street, a group of waiters surrounded Mei. One was trying to pull her away from whatever she knelt by, the others were shouting and waving, a couple fiddling with mobile phones. Out here, the scent of rotting fruit was stronger, and the salty tang of blood coupled with it. I grabbed Shannon's hand to slow her down, gut instinct telling me she didn't want to see this.
Okay, so after all that angst and hair-pulling, I have clawed my way to 5k on BLOOD HUNT. I definitely made the right decision to write this book instead of BAD DOGS, but today was one of those days where you have to fight for every word. I'm not a great believer in The Muse, or even Writer's Block, but whatever it is that lets you turn blank pages into a book, I struggled with it today.
Anyway. Never mind. The important thing is I'm catching up with myself, and I actually like what I'm writing, which makes all the difference.
And just to prove I'm writing, here's a snippet from tonight's efforts:
I leapt off the sofa, knocking Shannon to the floor, and rushed to the window. Warm night air hit me as I flung it open, carrying the scent of rotting fruit. I sneezed and stuck my head out, trying to find the source of the noise. A single streetlight flickered nearby, casting patchy light over the narrow cobbled street. Directly opposite our building was a resturant, the white-painted brickwork glowing in the darkness. Waiting staff in black jackets and white ties hurried out, looking around for the screamer just like me.
It only took me a second to find her. A few feet up the street, kneeling by a shadowy object, hands clutching her thick black hair as she rocked back and forth, that high-pitched, wordless scream bouncing off the stone walls all around her. It was Mei.
'Shit.' I ran for the door, my wolf on red alert. Pack in danger, nothing else mattered.
Shannon grabbed me before I reached the door, pulling me back. 'What's going on?'
'It's Mei.'
Eyes wide, Shannon joined my dash for the door. All my bitchy thoughts from earlier disappeared as we ran down the stairs to the street. What could cause those bloodcurdling shrieks? My stomach lurched. I wasn't sure I wanted to find out.
Out on the street, a group of waiters surrounded Mei. One was trying to pull her away from whatever she knelt by, the others were shouting and waving, a couple fiddling with mobile phones. Out here, the scent of rotting fruit was stronger, and the salty tang of blood coupled with it. I grabbed Shannon's hand to slow her down, gut instinct telling me she didn't want to see this.
