Happy Wednesday! It’s cold and snowy here (still, again…I’m not sure which).
It’s been a rough several days. Our dog has been seriously ill, to the point he’s been hospitalized since Monday night. We found out yesterday it’s Addison’s disease. Basically, his adrenal glands don’t function. He’ll be on meds the rest of his life, but he should make a full recovery and be back to his bouncy self within a few weeks or a month. Apparently, he’s been such a sweetheart for the staff. They all adore him. When we visited yesterday, the tech wrapped him in a blanket and baby-carried him out of the visiting room. He looked back at us like, “Ha, ha. Look how pampered I am.” He’s such a diva, even when sick!
Other than that, it’s same-old, same-old around here. I wrote a review of one of the best books of poetry I’ve ever read. You can check it out here.
And I’ve added a tiny bit to Minuet. I really need to motor on it. I figured out that a huge part of my problem had to do with some feedback that wasn’t really critical of my work but was really more about me than the book itself. I don’t think the person intended harm, but it still hurt.
On to the WIPpet. This follows from last week. They wrap up one discussion and move on to another. Jomari has a favor to ask of Amelia.
WIPmath: 3/6/2019 = 19 = 9 – 1 = 8 paragraphs.
Amelia reached out and put her hand on his. “Mack and I are best friends. Yeah, we have sex sometimes, but that’s the relationship we’ve always had. We’re all adults, and obviously we’re capable of having a grown-up discussion about it. Unless there’s a problem on your end we need to talk about, I’m good.” She was, really, even if she needed a minute to process this. She and Mack had never hooked up with the same person before, that she knew of.
Jomari shook his head. “I’m okay. Just figured it was better to do what you said, have a grown-up discussion.”
“And we did. So, tell me about how your day went?”
“Well…that would be the other reason I asked you here.”
“Oh?”
“You know how I’m in this Irish folk band? Um…see…we lost our flute player, and…” He bit his lip, and Amelia thought it was both adorable and hot. He’d had no hesitation when it came to making her toes curl and her back arch, but he could barely ask her to do him a favor with the band.
“You’d like me to fill in until you find a replacement?”
“Um. Yes?” He turned on a charming grin, and she giggled.
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She plays the flute too? Ah, she’s wonderful. (As is her creator.)
Glad the dog’s doing well. <3
Aw, thanks! I miss my puppy and his little bored sighs while I’m working and his incessant barking at the mailman and the way he sits quietly pretending not to beg for my food (even though he really is technically begging).
Yes, Amelia plays the flute—that’s how she and Jomari met, in the orchestra.
I need to figure out what dirt she has on Sage ASAP! So far, I only know how he manipulated Jamie into going out with him. But I’m not sure what else he’s done. A lot, probably.
I love this. Aw, bashful Jomari. 🙂
And I’m glad your dog is doing better.
Yeah, he’s one of my favorites to write.
I am now practically counting the minutes until I can go get my dog!
Some people seems to have a lot of trouble asking… they’ve spent so long feeling like they HAVE to be the givers that when they need something for themselves, they… they just can’t ask. Sounds like Jomari might be a bit like that.
Jamari needs to get past bashful where Amelia is concerned. Nothing much phases her, and she’s incredibly intuitive and open.
What a woman! (I might be crushing a little.)
She is pretty cool! Jomari will need a bit of time, but he’ll come to see it our way eventually.