Minuet

Happy Wednesday! Last week, I was too sick to post. Or rather, I was having a bad flare-up of my Mystery Condition. My remarkable doctor spent 45 minutes with me going over how we’re going to tackle getting a correct diagnosis and treatment that works. For now, I’m doing better after a round of prednisone, but I’m tapering it and already feeling my symptoms returning.

I am so close to having Minuet ready to send off to the publisher. I’m in the last section of edits, rewrites, and additions. Apparently, it’s gone over well so far with beta reading, but I could use another set of eyes on it. So if anyone is up for a beta read and can deal with a few of my sloppy mistakes, let me know.

Today, I’m snipping from something short and cute, a bit of dialog between Jamie and Jomari after a practice session.

WIPmath: 4/24/2019 = 2 + 4 = 6 short paragraphs of dialog.

Jomari returned to the seats to put his violin away. The hesitant tap on his shoulder startled him, and he turned to face Jamie. “Oh, hey.”

“Hey.”

“What’d you think?” Jomari asked. “You were doing a hell of a job on that bodhrán. Where’d you learn it?”

“YouTube.” Jamie grinned.

Jomari laughed. “Seriously?”

“No,” Jamie admitted. “Just messing with you. I took some lessons from a friend of Einin’s. She’s an amazing player. I think at least fifty percent of our time was spent on her explaining the different kinds of sticks and what makes a good drum. But at least I learned the basics, and she’ll give me another few lessons if I want.”

You really can learn to play the bodhrán on YouTube, in case you were wondering.

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Happy Wednesday! I’m a little adrift this morning. I sent a novel I was proofreading back to its creator, and…I’m sad. I miss it. I miss the characters and long to be back with them. I don’t know if this is how other editors feel, but I experience this a lot.

Fortunately, I do have a new novella in my inbox to proofread, by yet another favorite client. So I’ll be doing that later, after I sneak in this blog post and some writing.

The first little over half of Minuet is with betas. They’ll have the rest before long. I’m so excited! And relieved, if I’m honest.

I’m posting something a little sweeter this week after last week’s snippet. It seemed to have induced a lot of Sage-directed anger in readers. Gee, I wonder why! Anyhow, this week, here’s a tender but sad moment between Amelia and Mack.

WIPmath: 4/10/2019 = 10 – 4 = 6 paragraphs

[Amelia] held her phone, favorite contacts list open, practicing in her head what she was going to say when Mack answered. With a deep, cleansing breath, she touched his number. She put it on speaker and set the phone in her lap; her hands were shaking too hard to hold it.

“Hey.” Mack sounded tired.

“Hi, you.” Amelia sniffled and then immediately lost it. Every last word she’d planned out left her brain. “I’m sorry I didn’t call,” she said through her tears.

“Oh, babe. No. I…” Mack sounded like he was crying too. “I’m so sorry. I fucked up, baby.”

For a while, they stayed on the line, crying together. She wasn’t ready to forgive him yet, but she was going to do the one thing for him she never had. She wiped her eyes and breathed slowly until she was under control.

“Yeah, you did,” she said. “But I could’ve done better too. I…” She swallowed and then forced herself to say it. “I’ll go with you on Christmas. You shouldn’t do it alone.”

Like what you read? Be sure to check out the other entries and add your own. Just post a bit of your WIP, connect it to the date, and link up with us. Many thanks to Emily Wrayburn for giving us this space. Happy reading and writing!