Happy Wednesday! My 14-year-old is home with a bad cold today, so I’m plying him with soup, tea, and extra protein. His job is to rest. He says he feels okay, but he’s definitely not himself. Too quiet and mellow.
I haven’t done much writing for a while. On and off, but nothing consistent. It’s a combination of things, and it’s left me a bit out of love with writing. I have managed to get some words out in both Minuet and Tree of Life, but everything feels a bit stale and bland lately. I’m sure it doesn’t help that I’ve been having more health issues, and I’m still searching for a new primary care doctor. If you want to know why, you can read my last Rainbow Snippets post from Saturday.
On to the WIPpet. We’re still in the apartment Mack shares with Jamie, who is still sleeping off the effects of…[spoilers]. The picture above is what Marlie looks like in my head. (Also, it was one of the few stock photos of blond women that wasn’t of someone nearly falling out of her underwear.)
WIPmath: 2/7/2018 = 2 x 7 = 14 sentences
Marlie fixed him with her fierce gaze, and it said everything.
Mack nodded at her and ducked into his bedroom. He left the door open, and he could hear Amelia talking quietly with Marlie. He didn’t catch enough of it to know if she was filling Marlie in on the details of their visit with Sage, but he suspected not. He zipped his bag and brought it out to the living room.
Izzy looked up. “Thank you,” he said. “For what you did. He won’t say it, so I will.”
Eight months ago, Izzy had been there when Jamie left the asshole for good. He’d been the one on call, working at the time as an EMT. Izzy had thought Sage hit Jamie. He couldn’t have known that would be entirely unlike him. Sage mostly liked to leave the kind of marks no one could see.
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