Dog Chases #row80 and #WIPpet

I’ve been doing a lot of writing so far this week. It’s been so relaxing and awesome. Grace through Redemption had started the beta reading process and I got the prologue back last night. w00t! I hope the novel will be done soon. Unfortunately my brand new barely a month old computer has been crashing. So I lost some record of my daily word counts. I tried to cobble them together. Also…I’m really mad that my brand new computer is giving me this many issues. It’s hard to get anything done on it.

  • write 1667 words a day
    • Sunday — 2545
    • Monday — 2404
    • Tuesday — 3825
  • Blog posts each week:ROW80,WIPpet, Open When, and 1 extra post
    • I had planned for an extra Open When Tuesday, but I didn’t do it, so now Thursday. Other than that I have all the blog posts for this week going well.
  • Audio: Record/Edit a chapter a week
    • Haven’t touched this goal yet.

Now for WIPpet Wednesday. I’m still writing Grace through Redemption, even though it’s with beta’s. They’re taking it chapter by chapter and it’s really good motivation for writing the next chapter should I need it. Since I’m having issues picking an excerpt. Here’s 21 sentences for the day of the month from Grace through Redemption called “Moving Day” you’ll find out why shortly. It’s short sentences since it’s mostly dialogue.

Letting out a breath, Grace pushed open the car door and stood up straight. She shut the door quickly, really not wanting a repeat chase of the dog. She said nothing. Amya grabbed her by the cheeks and kissed her hard. Grace felt tears prick at her eyes again and clenched them closed as much as she could so Amya wouldn’t see.

“Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not true,” Amya whispered.

“What are you talking about?”

Amya narrowed her eyes and then shook her head. She opened the door and grabbed the dogs collar, not bothering with a leash. She dragged her back into the bedroom, Grace hot on her heels, locking Roslin in the room.

“Izzy is still outside. I was wondering what was taking you so long, and you didn’t answer your phone.”

“My phone? I—” Grace felt around her pockets but didn’t find the item she was looking for. Amya held her hand up, Grace’s phone between her fingers.

“You left it at my house.”

“Oh. Dog got loose.”

“I see that. Took you an hour to find her?”

“An hour?”

“Yeah.”

“She runs fast,” Grace narrowed her eyes and pouted. If an hour had truly past then she was worse at catching someone than she thought she was.

Sighing, she walked back out to her car and pulled out the last box from the back. She carried it into the house and deposited it in the spare bedroom. When she turned around, Amya was standing in the doorway.

“The guys are loading up the first truck load.”

“Good,” Grace muttered.

“What happened?”

Grace’s head shot up. She shook it when she realized Amya was talking more deeply than she had anticipated. Damn that woman for seeing things Grace didn’t want her to see. “Nothing, just was thinking.”

“About?”

“How I’m a bad cop and yadda yadda. I know.” Grace held up her hand. “Don’t say it.”

“Good.” Amya wrapped her arms around Grace’s middle and rested her chin on Grace’s shoulder. “At least you said it to yourself this time so I don’t have to say it.”

Grace snorted. “Yeah. Now, come on. Let’s get you moved in here. I need to shovel the new snow for the guys.”

And that’s my WIPpet for today! See you all on the flip side. =P