It is Wednesday, and therefore time for a RoW80 update. Life continues to be crazy, but also provides an object lesson. For years, I would have said that a crazy time like now would make it impossible for me to write–clearly I had too much on my plate. This year, after being reminded by this post, I realized that I chose all sorts of tasks in the past that made excuses for my not writing, when I could have chosen writing. Am I perfect and writing 10K a day? Far from it, but I am writing at least 5 days out of 7, slowly and in little pieces, keeping the well primed. I can also recommend inner dialogues with one’s characters while packing dishes, clearly a task from some lower circle of hell.
There are a few blog posts in that paragraph, but I will write those a bit later. Please go encourage the other RoWers, who are sliding into the home stretch here. What is RoW80, you ask? It is an accountability group, with flexible goals and good companions. If you’re interested, check it out here.
My contribution to WIPpet Wednesday follows immediately after last week’s cliffhanger. Yes, I was evil. My math is 6+8=14, so 14 sentences.
“That I’m falling in love with you.”
Over the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears, I said, “I loved you before you even looked my way. Marry me.” Those last two words were unexpected, but now that I heard them, I would never take them back. Helen’s face stilled. Her body froze. I prepared myself for her rejection and perhaps even her anger.
“I don’t know. Let me think about it.”
Well, she hadn’t handed me my head, but the axe had certainly nicked me. Even while telling myself that she hadn’t gotten mad, or turned me down flat, I felt my heart shrink from the hurt. I couldn’t hide my disappointment from her, either. It mattered too damn much.
Helen smiled wistfully, saying softly, “I’m sorry. “
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