I hardly made any words yesterday, and a few more today, but it's still progress. We're nearing the finishing line, and I'm trying to make it explosive right up to the end. Still, this writing stuff is hard! 🙂
I'm going to a conference for the next four days, milling about in NYC with other romance writers. I very much doubt I'll be making any new words while I'm there, but I'm looking forward to doing some networking and hopefully learning some new things. I'll be shuffling around fairly incognito, but I'll be there. 🙂
Regular writing should resume on Sunday or Monday.
Disclaimer: This quote is completely unedited and might be entirely different in the final version!
The trouble is, I don’t either. I thought we were doing well. Talking, playing. Fucking. My face warms at the thought. My pussy does too, which drives me crazy. I hate him, hate him, hate him, but my body remembers exactly what he’s able to do to me.