metrics: thursday may 19

Midnight’s Heir [draft #5]

yearly words: 26,239

current music: (movie on in background)

opening line: Her knees knocked together despite her position on the sofa.

closing line: His ebony eyes narrowed into slits. “If I was home right now, I’d beat him up myself.”

reason for stopping: end of chapter

favorite phrase: She hadn’t known time could be so lethargic.

left to write: oh, so much to edit!

commentary: I don’t like the beginning of this story now. I’m going to do to it basically what I did to Midnight several years ago: chop off so much of the beginning and just start over from scratch.

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metrics: friday, may 6

opening count: 10,495
daily count: 4,224

current music: singing birds

opening line: Adam said, “Yes, sir.”

closing line: As her blood flowed into his mouth, he groaned.

reason for stopping: I would have kept going, but I was wiped out – and it was midnight! way time for bed.

favorite phrase: “You don’t know what you’re asking me to do.”

oy vey phrase: The night of the party, he paced his bedroom floor.

left to write: until I’m finished. I just don’t know where this is going yet.

commentary: I don’t expect to write one of these every day. Mostly because I don’t expect to write every day, and I don’t want my blog / my website to become nothing but a long list of metrics that no one else but me is interested in.

I’m just happy to be writing again. Two years of piddling and nothing is entirely too long! I woke up yesterday morning, and it was like the dam that started in my head in mid-2009 had been broken wide open. I couldn’t wait to pick up my pen and get going.

It’s wonderful to get the words, any words, flowing and down on paper again. I’m never quite me when I’m not able to write. I missing my writing group last night after telling them, yes, that would be my first night back after a short absence. I warned a couple of members early in the day that I was writing and didn’t want to stop until I had to. Thankfully, they’re an understanding bunch.

At the time I’m writing this, I already have 4224 words for today (this post wraps up my yesterday). But I’m not finished, so I continue on!

favorite phrase

Favorite Phrase of the Day:

[disclaimer: this is an excerpt of my second book and may contain spoilers if you’ve not read the first]

Jeremy wasn’t as kind. Standing across the table from Sami, he gripped the back of a chair as he spoke. “You are just jealous,” he accused, his voice cold.

Steve said, “Now–”

Sami held up a hand. “Steve,” she said, “sit down.”

He sat.

“You too, Jeremy.” She laced her fingers together on the tabletop. “I’m not jealous,” she said after he took a seat. “But I am angry…I don’t like your sanctimonious attitude. I’m not like Daddy, both of you know that. I’m not anywhere near as kind or as giving or as forgiving. And I sure the fuck don’t do things just because people think I’m supposed to.”

Steve touched her shoulder. “Honey, this is just us. You don’t need to be so upset.”

“Well then,” she retorted, “would you rather I kept it ‘just us’ or that I kept it ‘in the Family’ and called everyone in for a meeting? Because I can. And I can have it out with everyone all at once.”

“You’re right,” Steve said, his shoulders squared. “It’s much better for you to lose your temper in front of the entire Family.” He clasped his hands together in front of him. “I’ll just sit here, now, and be quiet.”

Sami turned to Jeremy. “Now, about your attitude, Mister Bradford. What the hell did you think would happen? Did you even think about what you were doing, or were you so caught up in the emotion of what you thought you wanted that you skipped a step or three?”

He was unable to give her an answer.

“See, that’s what I thought.”

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favorite phrase of the day

Favorite phrase of the day:

Sami went around the table delivering hugs and kisses to everyone and couldn’t help but smile. When she had been her daughter’s age, she would have given anything to have had such a close, loving family. “Do I get to keep Renée and Devon?”

Donna looked hopeful. “Permanently?”

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favorite phrase of the day

She sat with her feet tucked beneath her to one side, a coffee cup balanced on her knee. [He] leaned against the chair, his right arm on the seat. They’d talked for the greater part of the day and showed no signs of slowing down any time soon.

[He] looked up at her and smiled. “Your mother would sit like that, and it always amazed me. If I tried anything like that, I’d end up with a scalded crotch.”

She burst out laughing.

“It’s true. No matter how she sat, she could always put a cup of coffee on her knee. And you know she’d never tried coffee until she met my mother.”

“Coffee is ambrosia.”

“Amen.”

They clinked cups and drank.

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favorite phrase of the day

While this isn’t from my current work in progress, I still like it. Reading over it, it made me laugh, and I wanted to share it.

As they stood there talking quietly, Jeremy burst into the vestibule from the church. “I’m sorry,” he said, a bit flustered. “Are we ready back here?”

Sami took a deep breath. She couldn’t be more ready. She had everything. Something old. She wore her mother’s never-worn wedding rings on her right hand. Something new. A brand new 1989 penny lay beneath her foot in her right shoe. Something borrowed. Petra had loaned her an old, handmade crocheted lace handkerchief. Something blue. She blushed thinking about the lacy baby blue lingerie beneath her gown. “Yes,” she said. “We’re ready.”

Destiny yanked on her father’s tuxedo jacket. “Daddy, I want to go with you.”

While he knelt to speak to his daughter, Sami looked up at her own father. “I know how she feels,” she said.

“You always have,” [he] said, smiling.

She knew he resisted the urge to ruffle her hair. On tiptoe, she kissed his cheek. “I love you,” she said.

“I love you.”

“Enough love,” Jeremy announced. “It’s time.” Before Sami could do or say anything, he stooped to kiss her full on the mouth, not caring whether he marred what little make-up she wore.

Petra and the ushers snickered.

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