WeWriWa: Keep on Writing On!

Nothing like the quiet of a new day, a cup of Keurig coffee and a waiting computer screen . . . and a house full of people still sleeping in! 5:00 am last weekend and I’m firing up PRINCE OF DREAMS on my way to 90K! What an ab fab Write In with four other crafty people either writing or scrapbooking for three whole days miles and miles from every distraction. Sigh! And that’s where I am again this weekend . . . a different place, a different group, but back at the keyboard with the dawn while getting in some needed time with the Magnificent Seven in my critique group.

Last week, my heroine was about to meet “the family,” an always stressful situation multiplied by our hero’s warning that he’s afraid for her safety. Not only are they ‘different,’ they’re not from the same genetic pool! His caution has her reconsidering, but this gal is not a quitter . . .

She regarded him for a long, silent moment, considering that stunning phrase without betraying a response until finally, she deduced, “Because of my father.”

“And mine,” Kip added, "because they’re both the same kind of men, suspicious, dangerous.” 

“I thought your brother was the head of the family now.” 

“And he learned some very hard lessons getting there, about who to trust and how to keep us safe.” 

She weighed each word within its context and arrived at a single truth, “I’m not their enemy, Chris.” 

“They don’t know that.” 

“Then let them know me.” 

A harsh laugh before admitting, “They aren’t the kind to make new friends.” 

“You said your family was different now, so let’s start there, and either this works . . . or it doesn’t. Trust me, Christopher, and trust them.”

Time to go all in or fold.

I can’t believe this book is nearly done! I almost hate to leave the comfort of composing to enter the realm of prepping for publication. It’s kinda like Kip and Ophelia opening their cozy, intimate relationship to an uncertain reception of many. Am I the only one who feels that way when it comes to opening your work to the public?

Anyway, off to pack again for a Fri-Sun of like-minded camaraderie that goes back at least 25 years(!). But first, to the store for more IPA beer.

Here’s another glimpse of what I was doing last Sunday. Recognize that rogues’ gallery of writer names? 

Back to that final 6K! Happy Writing, fellow Warriors!!

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