Happy first Wednesday of the new year! It sure is quiet around my house, with everyone back to work and school. I’m back to it as well, already going through a couple editing jobs and continuing with my various manuscripts.
I have three projects for this year and no idea which will be done first. Minuet is going well; the writing is much smoother than it was for Drumbeat. I’m researching stuff for Tree of Life. I have some upcoming news on that one, but for now it’s Top Secret. Stay tuned! And I have an old NaNoWriMo project I need to get into better shape.
Today, I’m still in Minuet, since it’s the one with the most written in it. Mack and Amelia have left Sage’s apartment and are on their way back to Mack’s. (The above picture is indeed a sage plant.)
WIPmath: 1/3/2018 = 3 paragraphs
They’d taken the T to Sage’s apartment, and the next train didn’t leave for nearly an hour. That gave Mack and Amelia time to sit in South Station with a couple cups of decaf in front of them. Mack didn’t touch his; he was still too worked up from their confrontation with Sage.
He would’ve like to say he didn’t see it coming, couldn’t have predicted it, didn’t know Sage was capable. Except he had known. Sage had been obsessed with Jamie from day one.
Mack warned him off, but Sage ignored that advice and latched onto Jamie, even after they all knew the truth about his past. It was Sage’s personal mission to get his attention. When he wanted to, Sage could turn the charm up to a hundred. Took two more years before Jamie finally cracked. Two years in which Mack wished he’d been able to somehow convince Jamie not to do it.
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Aww, Mack. You can’t control what someone else does. Seems like he’s a good friend though.
Mack tries to be a good friend. He sometimes oversteps his boundaries, but he doesn’t mean to.
Aw, no, Mack, don’t beat yourself up. 🙁 (These snippets…definitely turning into my fave in the series.)
Also, the sage plant in my garden is overgrown, a bit wilting and generally uncared for. Fitting, I think. 😉
LOL about the sage plant.
Writing Mack’s story has been a breeze compared to Drumbeat or even Nightsong. I’m not sure what it is. I like Mack a whole lot, and it’s been fun writing Amelia. Plus getting to see all the others through Mack’s eyes is interesting. He comes off as aloof in the others’ views, but he’s highly observant. I’m not sure even I realized that!
Hey Mack,
It’s too easy to look back and say “I should have known better”… so easy it’s almost a cop-out, a way to feel like a failure who should be allowed to step away before you break something else. Thing is, when we’re in the midst of “the thing”, whatever the thing is, the possibilities seem endless and our instinctive need to hope for something better naturally blinds us to the worst. Sometimes we’re gratified, sometimes we’re not… but we (you, me, the world) did the best we could at the the time.
Now… time to just keep doing that.
(Sorry, AM. I tend to rant at characters I like on a regular basis.)
Heh, I do that a lot too, ranting at characters. I take that as a good sign that Mack is worth the emotional investment!
He really does need to stop blaming himself. He did the best he could, and Jamie understands that perhaps better than Mack does.
The lines ‘It was Sage’s personal mission to get his attention. When he wanted to, Sage could turn the charm up to a hundred.”…and I’m seeing my Sage, grabbing my husband’s leg, digging his claws in, and looking up at Don with insistent green eyes…not to mention not allowing Don leave for work, trying to block his way. (wry grin) All right, I’m nervous, our Sages have something in common, even if mine is a cat. (another wry grin) Seriously, it’s a great snippet. Well done.
LOL! Your Sage sounds persistent. I had to laugh–the “looking up at Don with insistent green eyes” bit reminds me of Puss in Boots from the Shrek movies. Our Sages are perhaps somewhat less heroic.