New Love

I wasn’t going to post today because I didn’t read anyone’s last week, and I was afraid it might go the same way this week too. But I’m taking the chance that I’ll be able to make the rounds. Meanwhile, don’t forget to check below to enter the giveaway. My New Year’s gift is free stuff from my catalog, so take advantage of it. 🙂

I’m in the middle of so many projects, it’s not even funny. I finished my paid editing job before Christmas, but I’m beta reading for three people as well as doing my own edits. I’m in the last stages of editing An Act of Devotion, after which I get to start working on Walking by Faith. And oh, my goodness…I can’t even tell you how excited I am to reconnect with Cat & company. Is it wrong that I miss my own character so much? Plus, I am over the moon because I’m lucky enough to have had one of my own favorite authors offer to process Cat’s story along with my other fabulous beta. This means a lot because Cat is so close to my heart, and I now I can be sure he’s in good hands. (There are other reasons why this is a Very Good Thing, but they are too spoilery to share yet.)

Anyway, on to the WIPpet. I’m not sure if this will be the last one with Adam and AJ or if I’ll do one more (after that it’s all Cat, all the time). So I thought you all might like a sweet kissy moment between them.

WIPmath: I’m not using math because tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, and you’re supposed to kiss someone at midnight. This scene involves kissing. ‘Nuff said.

At Adam’s building, AJ pulled up to the door. “Thanks for coming with me.”

Adam nodded and exited the car. He started toward the door, but he paused and turned around. He circled the car to AJ’s side and motioned for him to roll down the window.

“I had a good time, even if it did get weird for a minute there.” He paused. “Did you want to come in?” he asked, sounding hopeful.

His meaning was clear, and AJ did want to go in. He wanted to let Adam do anything to erase the argument with Donny from his mind. But the desire to forget probably wasn’t the right reason. He wouldn’t be able to explain to Adam why he couldn’t spend the whole night, and once he left, he’d be back to thinking about Donny again.

AJ put his hand on Adam’s. “Not this time. I’ll see you this week to work on the health fair.” He wanted to let Adam know he hadn’t forgotten what he’d said after lunch the previous day. “We’ll talk then.”

Adam nodded. For a moment, it looked like he might pull his hand back and go inside, but instead, he leaned into the car. “Can I?” he asked.

“Can you what?”

“Kiss you.”

His hesitant tone and the way he chewed his lower lip was so unlike how he usually was that AJ inhaled sharply in surprise. It negated everything he’d mapped out about how their non-relationship was supposed to go. Yet when he locked eyes with Adam, it was all he could think about.

When he had recovered, he said, “I would like that.”

Adam bent closer, and AJ tilted his head. It was only a soft brush of their lips, but it was enough to make AJ sigh. Adam chuckled under his breath, and something about the sound relaxed AJ. He reached up and drew Adam closer so he could kiss him again. It was a bad idea, he knew, and if he didn’t stop, he would change his mind and go inside with Adam.

As though reading his thoughts, Adam withdrew, both from AJ’s lips and from his window. “I’ll stop by the health center this week,” he said. “See you.”

This time, he went straight into his building without even a glance back. It didn’t matter; AJ had what he needed to stop the endless loop of his fight with Donny. Maybe he would be able to sleep well after all. Slowly, he pulled out of the parking lot and headed for his own building.

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Happy Wednesday! I almost forgot about this because I was so busy with other things this morning. It’s been quite a week! I mentioned last time having a bit of a run-in with some parents at my son’s school. This week was much better. Met a couple of new parents, and the people who were there were really cool. Besides all that, my son finished building his bridge in technology class and found it could hold 237 pounds and still not break! Meanwhile, my daughter had an excellent Christmas piano recital.

In the world of writing, I finished my featured story, “Noel and Silent Night” (you can also access it from the main page on my blog in the menu at the top). For anyone who’s interested, it’s a prequel of sorts to Passing on Faith about Zayne, Micah’s BFF. This was a good time to post it since PoF just released in November, and in January I start edits on Walking by Faith, the other prequel—this time a full novel about Cat.

It’s very weird having two novels in edits at the same time and not having one I’m writing (yet). Next week is the last thing I’m posting from An Act of Devotion because it will be done with beta readers by the end of the year. Cat’s story goes to betas next month, so I’ll post some snippets from that for a few weeks. Then I finally get to work on yet another sequel, this time for Anthem. Unlike the stories about Micah and Cat, these will be stand-alones within the same “world.” The next one is Nightsong, about an opera singer and a drag queen (not the same person!).

Futher up and further in! On to the WIPpet.

WIPmath: 12/23 = (1 + 2) + (2 x 3) = 9 paragraphs of dialog.

Adam grinned. “I may have made a bad first impression on you, but I can be smooth when I want to be. Want to start over?” He held out his hand. “Adam Lansing. Pleasure to meet you.”

Accepting the handshake, AJ replied, “AJ Mancuso. Likewise.”

“Well, that wasn’t so hard.” Adam couldn’t resist teasing a little. He gave AJ a sly smile and said, “Yet.”

“Oh, dear God. You’re dreadful.” AJ laughed. “Do you actually pick people up with those lines?”

Adam shrugged, playing it cool. “Among other things. I tend to read the situation and get what we both want from it.”

AJ leaned in. “I’ll bet. Sometime, you’ll have to tell me exactly how you managed to make your date appreciate those God-awful glow condoms.”

If Adam had been drinking, he’d have spewed his mouthful everywhere. As it was, his spit went down the wrong pipe, and he wound up coughing. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

“You were kind of asking for it.”

“Not yet I wasn’t. We haven’t even had a date.” Adam winked.

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It’s been a bit of a rough week, so I’m glad to be here relatively unscathed. I had a somewhat unpleasant experience talking about my writing. I’m used to people thinking what I do isn’t “real work,” but I’m usually willing to tell people I’m an author. I don’t typically disclose what I write until I’m comfortable with people and have a good read on how they’ll react. Unfortunately, I misread a situation and had a negative reaction from some other parents at my child’s school. What makes me sad is that I don’t think I have anything to apologize for, but it was a reminder that I do need to be more cautious. I wish that weren’t the case, but it is.

That said, here’s this week’s snippet. It’s longish, but it sets up the rest of what happens in the story. Adam’s realization that as a grad assistant, he’s lower on the food chain than undergrad employees is true to my experience, though I don’t know that it always works that way. (He’s referring to AJ here as “Mr. Know-It-All,” in case it’s not clear or anyone has forgotten.)

WIPmath: 12/16 = (1 + 2) x (6 – 1) = 15 paragraphs

The copier was on one side, and a plump young woman stood beside it, pressing buttons. Her pink, purple, and blue streaked hair was secured in a high ponytail which swung as she worked.

She turned around and stared at Adam as the office door clicked shut. “Can I help you?”

“Is Dr. Weinstock in? I was supposed to meet with her after I came back with the computer.”

“I’ll check to see if she has an appointment.”

The young woman obviously relished her authority to deny access to the professors. Adam tried not to look impatient while he waited for her to pull up the calendar. He knew Dr. Weinstock’s class schedule because he had to work around it. However, he had to rely on the student employees to fill him in on the rest of her commitments since she hadn’t given him any information. He wondered if it was her way of making sure graduate assistants knew their place.

At last the girl turned to him and said, “Go ahead. She’s got you in for this morning already.”

“Thanks.” Adam didn’t bother to hide the sneer, despite knowing it was probably a terrible idea to get on her bad side so early in the semester.

He knocked on Dr. Weinstock’s door and opened it at the muffled, “Come in.” Her office was a paradise of books, professional journals, stacks of papers, and artwork done by her three-year-old. Amid the clutter, Dr. Weinstock sat behind her desk, which was miraculously devoid of anything but a paper calendar and her computer. She looked up at Adam and smiled. Despite her gruff exterior, Dr. Weinstock genuinely cared about her students, and it showed in her classes. Adam appreciated any small gesture she offered him.

“The computer works fine,” he told her.

“Fantastic! I was hoping you’d say that. We’ll get the wireless printer software installed, and you’ll be off and running. Good thing, since you have a major task ahead of you.” She handed him a flyer.

Adam glanced down at it. The paper was an advert for the previous year’s health fair. “What’s this for?”

“You’ll be helping with the PR for this year’s fair.” She peered up at him over the top of her glasses. “You can use the old flyer as a guide for designing the new one. Check in with the students working in the health center to get the details you’ll need.”

That meant potentially having to talk to Mr. Know-It-All again, and he was undecided whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. Unable to help himself, Adam choked out, “Why?”

Dr. Weinstock arched an eyebrow at him. “Interdepartmental cooperation. The faculty and deans have determined we’ve become too isolated in our disciplines, especially when it comes to campus-wide events. This year, the health fair has several new components. The School of Nursing will be running a flu shot and basic wellness clinic. The Health Science department is providing free materials and brochures on a range of topics, and Physical Education is hosting a variety of classes. Several other disciplines are stepping in as well. Even the Music department is sending students for a demonstration on guided imagery for stress relief. Since we’re not in the business of health or education, our contribution is the promotional materials.”

Adam held back a snide comment about wondering how the Math department fit into it all. Instead, he said, “All right. What exactly do I need to do?”

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It’s been a long week. My kids had off from school last week for parent-teacher conferences. My older one is in 7th grade, so no conferences, but we had our 10yo’s first one ever (since we used to homeschool her). It went so well! She loves school and has adjusted well. And we’re on our way with getting her the help she needs for her disability, so it’s all good.
After the conferences, I had a weekend full of concerts. It was the annual Christmas Gala, and I loved the featured piece we played: Gloria Magnificat Te Deum (John Rutter).

On to my WIPpet.

In this story, both Adam and AJ are graduate assistants. AJ works in the student health center, and Adam works for the head of his department. These are both real jobs where I did my graduate studies, and I had Adam’s job. For the sake of the story, I’ve split the job into two, research assistant and glorified gopher. In reality, I did both these jobs myself. A lot of what I write into Adam’s experience is stuff I had to do, including the snippet below. I’ve also pretty much described the adjunct/grad assistant office from my time there. It really was just one long, windowless room shared by about 7 people. It sucked until I got moved to another office because I was helping my employer with an NIH-funded study.

WIPmath: 12/9/15: all 3 numbers are divisible by 3 = 4/3/5 = same as a 3-4-5 right triangle = triangles have 3 sides = 3 paragraphs (because I was feeling silly and because my kids think 3 has something to do with the Illuminati and would probably shout, “Illuminati confirmed!”; I think it’s a YouTube thing).

Adam lugged an older model computer monitor up the stairs to the departmental office. Behind him, Renee had the tower. They’d had to carry everything halfway across campus or risk losing their parking spots. He groaned as they hit the top step, nearly toppling backwards. He caught himself at the last minute and hauled the monitor onto the landing. His arms felt like jelly when he set the thing down to open the door to the office he and Renee shared with three adjunct professors.

It was nothing but a long room with a build-in desk taking up each wall. There were cupboards above the desks, and four of the six stations already had computers. The adjuncts all shared one desk, and the graduate assistants shared the other. There was an empty station at the far end of the room on the same desk Adam shared with Renee. The two of them had been given chairs from the department. They weren’t horrible, but they were hardly comfortable. Judging by the work he’d already been assigned, however, Adam suspected he wouldn’t have to spent much time sitting in his. Renee, in her second year, was the research assistant, so most of her work was in the library or the main department offices. As the newbie, Adam was mainly there to fetch and carry. Good thing Renee had been amenable to helping him retrieve his “new” computer, or he’d have had two trips to get it. The thought alone made him wilt.

Renee plunked the tower down, and Adam slid it under the desk. He began attaching the cords. Dr. Weinstock, the head of the Communications department, had already had an extra mouse and keyboard in her desk. Adam had no idea why, and he hoped they still worked. Everything about the computer was ancient—the monitor looked like it belonged in the last century. When everything was connected, he pressed the button on the tower to turn it all on. To his relief, it booted up in under five minutes.

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Sigh…I feel like such a jerk. I didn’t get to the other WIPpets last week. I should be able to this week, though, since I’m not on vacation.

Not a whole lot has happened in my personal life since last time, so nothing exciting to share. Instead, I’ll go right on to the excerpt. Last week, we saw AJ’s relationship with Luke. This week, we meet his other friends.

WIPmath: 12/2 = 12 divided by 2 = 6 paragraphs

Saturday nights were for Piet and Donny. They met up at the alley a mile from campus. Piet still looked washed-out and his big frame was leaner than it should have been, but AJ was glad to see he’d put back on some of the weight he’d lost when he was sick. He’d cut his thick mop of blond hair, and he resembled his older brother much more closely now. Donny looked fantastic as always, his well-defined muscles obvious even under his casual clothes. The slight strain around his dark eyes was hardly noticeable when he grabbed AJ in a fierce bro hug.

A couple of shared pizzas, a pitcher of so-so beer, and a game and a half later, AJ was finally beginning to relax. It had taken him almost the whole time to turn his brain off and enjoy. Up until then, he’d been distracted with thoughts of Adam the Annoying and Luke’s situation. It was bad enough Piet had asked three separate times what his problem was, and his score reflected his distraction.

AJ was broken out of his fog by the sound of Piet’s voice. In response, he said, “Huh?”

“Dude,” Piet said. “You’re up.” He frowned at AJ. “You are all kinds of not with us tonight. I know I’ve already asked, but come on. This isn’t fun.”

“Sorry,” AJ muttered. “Issues at work.”

He didn’t like to talk about Luke with the guys. It made Donny uncomfortable, and Piet was never sure what to say. It was the same when he went out with Luke and Connor—they couldn’t have cared less about what AJ’s straight friends were up to. He’d never tried spending time with all of them in the same place, in much the same way he compartmentalized, organized, and sorted everything else. It was a special talent, keeping all the boxes in his life tidy.

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