And I’m finally back!! No more traveling until March for me! My mama is coming to visit in a few weeks to meet the SO; it’s all so exciting. I got final edits back on For by Grace that I’ll be going through after I finish edits on Ashes Fall and write this novella on moral injury.
Today you’re getting more of Shayne’s story. I’m not exactly sure where it’s going to fit into the novel, but I just needed to write something. You’re getting 215 words, and here is my maths. =P 201 + 4 + 12 – 2 = 215 exciting, yes?
I’m excited! If you’re wondering what WIPpet Wednesday is, it’s an awesome thing hosted by MyRandomMuse. We all get together on Wednesdays and post an excerpt from our current WIP (Work In Progress). The only hard fast rule is that the excerpt has to in some way relate to the date. Like mine today, the math can get a bit crazy sometimes. If you would like to join in, just make a post, go here and link up with everyone’s. Then go to as many other WIPpets as you can and read and comment. We’re all comment whores, so commenting is a must. Even if it just is “I read it, and I liked/hated it.” Well, maybe skip the hated part.
But without rambling on any further, here’s the excerpt for today!
Shayne had a beer in his hand as he went to the door, his bare feet slipping over the faux wood floors his ex-wife number two had picked out. Just before he reached out to turn the knob, he shook his head, clearing the cobwebs.
“Hey,” he growled out.
What he would have once called his best friend stood on the other side of the screen door, squinting his eyes through the bright noon light at him. Shayne took a long swig from his beer and analyzed everything about ____.
There seemed to be no malice toward him, but Shayne could never be sure. ____ had been most adamant about Shayne getting out more, and this was probably just another attempt at that. Shayne held back a sigh a finished off his beer, leaving the empty bottle on the small table next to the door.
“Aren’t you going to let me in?” ____ asked, his head cocking to the side.
Shayne shrugged and eyed him again, looking for weapons hidden on his body. They both had them—Shayne knew that—but he wanted to know where in case anything went down. Shayne coughed into his shoulder and popped open the screen door with a punch, letting it shoot out and hit ____ in the face.
Clearly I need a name for Shayne’s best friend… I have a few ideas, but I’m still unsure of it. So I’m going to try this poll thing and see what you come up with. If you have any ideas for names NOT on the poll, feel free to mention them in the comments.