Happy Wednesday! One week until we go pick up the kids’ schedules at school. Two weeks until school starts. I’ll have a high schooler for real! Also, lessons, classes, the school play…whew. I’m officially signed up to start taking the adult beginner Irish dance class at my son’s studio. I’m nervous! Child #2 has decided to continue her voice lessons, which her teacher will do via FaceTime. How cool is that?
Still plugging away at Drumbeat, now more than 2/3 done. I’ve also outlined and started plotting for my next novel. I’m usually a mix of pantser/plotter, but this one is going to need much more structure. I’m moving away from more romantic-themed novels to general fiction. The next one is a road trip/re-told fairy tale type story, though I hope it’ll be less cliched than it sounds. Ha!
Today’s snippet puts Cian and Jamie in the same place at the same time. Jack the bartender is a creation of my son’s, and my son wrote the dialog between him and Jamie. Charity Bang-Bang (the drag queen) was the name I got from one of those “this would be your drag queen name” quizzes. Haha! Quick poll for next week: More of just Cian, more of just Jamie, or the story of how Jamie got his piercings? Let me know in the comments.
WIPmath: 8/23/2017 = 23 (for the day) + 2 (for the number of weeks until school) = 25 sentences
Cian stepped inside just as Brunhilda the Great, the emcee, finished introducing someone called Sister Charity Bang-Bang. She didn’t quite look like any of the nuns Cian had ever known. He might have enjoyed attending his parish school if there had been a bit more crossover.
He slid onto a bar stool, paying no attention to anything except Sister Charity and her swaying hips. It was much quieter over here, away from the stage. The gentle tap on his shoulder brought him out of his trance. Denver, the bar manager, smiled and asked what she could get for him.
“Rum and Coke, please.”
He watched her for a moment, but then his gaze traveled past her to Jack, her second in command for the night. Only one stool separated Cian from the man Jack was talking to, and when Cian saw who it was, he froze, watching them converse.
“Just a Diet Coke,” Jamie said.
“You want it with a flavor shot?”
“What do you have?”
Jack grinned. “Anything you want. I can do chocolate, vanilla, lime…I wouldn’t recommend the banana, though.” He grimaced, and Jamie laughed.
“Tried that one yourself, huh? Thanks for the heads up. I’ll have the lime.”
Still not drinking alcohol, Cian noted. It wasn’t a big thing, but he supposed it struck him as unexpected for some reason. It didn’t seem like part of Jamie’s overall persona. Then again, Jamie couldn’t really hide the shine of sweet innocence even underneath all those piercings and black clothes.
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