466: Boring
Posted by Lucy on February 26th, 2010. Filed under: Uncategorized.All of this sudden peace and good feeling I’ve been having has left me without a lot of deep thoughts about pain and progress, and I find that I come here to this blog – 50 posts in today, can you believe it? – and look at the cursor on the screen and think, “I got nothing.” For although peace is the goal, now that I’m feeling it, I find that I’m just not as interesting.
I mean, there’s been action and adventure here. Divorce! Vitriolic family! Lifeboats! People being thrown off of lifeboats! Divorce Crazy! Guilt, anger, nasty Gollum thoughts! Much wailing and gnashing of teeth! Many deep thoughts! Too many exclamation marks! But today, I’m just kind of feeling… clear. Quiet.
And boring.
My instinct is to fight the boring moments by reaching for some entertaining story… a funny story from the last few days, something about the kids… eh. I can’t think of anything. As uncomfortable as I typically am with quiet and silence, today I am uncomfortable with being boring. The Zen thing to do would be to make my peace with the boring, become one with the quiet, allow myself to spend a day without tapdancing for everyone around me.
But what fun would that be?
So, here’s the opening scene I whipped out for Fairy Tale Lies, the new book that Krissie and Jenny and I are working on. I have no idea if this will end up in the book, but it was certainly fun to write.
First, a couple of things.
One, this is discovery writing. For those of you who haven’t taken my class, that’s writing that’s done before you really break ground on the book, stuff you write during the discovery phase. As such, there will be no constructive criticism, because that hampers discovery; positive feedback only. In other words, if it sucks, don’t tell me.
Two, it’s rough. Really, really rough. So you’ve been warned – if you continue reading, you really have no one but yourself to blame.
A little setup: Fairy Tale Lies is the story of what happens to Little Red Riding Hood, Cinderella and Rapunzel… after the fairy tale is over. You’ll have to guess which one is mine.
(Oh, and by the way… the placeholder for Con is Robert Downey, Jr. Thought that might be valuable information for a few of you.)
So… here we go:
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Zel’s eyes opened slowly. She had woken up many times during the night, and finally it was morning, a new sun shining on her well-used and fully ruined body.
It would be a good day. The first day of the rest of her–
“Ah, the lady wakes.”
She turned just her head as the rest of her sated body was not anxious to move, and looked at the man who had suited her quite perfectly for the last ten or so hours, but was sure taking his time buttoning up his shirt. She snatched the rumpled sheet and covered herself, suddenly aware of her nakedness in the telling light of morning.
“You’re still here,” she said. “I thought you’d gone.”
“Only downstairs to get some food,” he said, motioning to a platter of bread, cheese and grapes sitting on the table by the window. “I figured you would need to replenish your strength.”
“I have all the strength I need,” she said, pulling more of the bedsheet around her. “Good day, sir.”
He sat gently on the edge of the bed, his eyes crinkling at the sides as he smiled at her. There were small hints of gray in the thin covering of facial hair on his chin, and lines in his face betraying a tendency to mirth and, likely, uselessness. He was older than she’d estimated the night before, possibly as old as four and thirty, although his vigor had suffered not at all for the years.
He reached out and touched her hair, sighing lightly as he ran the golden locks over his fingers. “Such shyness from one who exhibited such creative abandon only hours ago. You are a mystery, my dear.” He pulled his hand back, his dark green eyes laughing. “I like that.”
“I am not concerned with your likes or dislikes,” she said, “only with your departure.”
“I see the bloom is off the rose of our love.”
“Yes, ‘tis a shame. Farewell.”
A fleeting expression of surprise passed over his face, and he stood. “You are unusually unsentimental for a woman, my lady.”
Zel sat up, pulling the sheets around her to cover her backside, lest the view of her bare flesh inspire any nostalgic inclinations. “I am no longer a lady.”
He met her eyes, the smile gone. “You mean, you are no longer a maid.”
She held his gaze for a moment, then glanced down at the smudge of brownish red visible on the bottom sheet. For the first time in all of her life, Zel had nothing to say, and instead, simply lowered her head as a mix of emotions, none of which she could name, overtook her.
When he spoke again, his voice was soft. “Would you like me to help you dispose of the evidence?”
Zel sighed, caught scent of the one emotion she could identify – impatience – and grabbed hold of it. “I would like you to leave.”
And now, his eyes darkened. “I know who you are.”
“I am no one,” she said, lowering her eyes and wishing, for the love of God, that she had chosen instead to seduce the mute with the harelip.
“You are the girl from the tower in the forest,” he said simply, “rescued by the man who is to be your husband. It’s quite the story. Going all over town.”
“For the last time, he did not rescue me,” Zel said, feeling the familiar fury rise again. Men. “I cut my hair, I braided the rope, I climbed down, with no help from him, mostly just so I could get him to stop playing that damn lute and singing those awful songs to me day and night!”
“The story is better the way he tells it,” he said.
She huffed. “And the truth is immaterial the way he tells it.”
“But it is truth that you are to be married,” the man continued, “and to a man of the Hightower line, no less. It is quite a family. If a servant with loose lips were to find these sheets—”
“That is my concern, not yours.”
“If he discovers what happened here last night between us, he will not marry you.”
Zel met his eyes again. “Does it always take this long for a man to dress?”
“I am offering my assistance. You are quite well known around these parts, but I can sneak you out the back way—”
“If I wanted your assistance, I would ask for it, Mister…” She reached into her mind for his name, knew it was tucked somewhere between the mead and the seduction in her memory of the night before, but she couldn’t find it. She waved one hand in the air. “Oh, I don’t care what your name is. I care only that you be gone.”
He shrugged and buttoned his last button. Zel held her breath, waiting for him to go, but then he sat on the edge of the bed again, and she tossed herself backward into the pillows.
“Last night,” he said, “I didn’t know you were a maid.”
She looked at him, unamused. “Would it have made a difference, had you known?”
He paused for a moment, then smiled. “I suppose not. But I have this strange sense of…” He fumbled about for the word, obviously not enjoying the taste of it in his mouth when he spoke it. “Duty.”
“Lord preserve me from men and their duty.”
“I do have a question, if you might indulge me.”
“Might I stop you?”
“No. If you were a maid, how did you…? I mean, the things we did last night, they were quite… imaginative.”
Zel had nothing to lose by sharing the truth. “Until recently, I had more opportunity to read about life than to live it. Such a situation provides fertile ground for imagination.”
“What kinds of books were you reading?”
“Is your curiosity never sated?”
“Not easily.” He leaned closer to her, his weight on the center of the bed pulling her near. “Is yours?”
With his eyes on hers, she felt drunk again, as though he had the power to pull what was left of the alcohol in her bloodstream and send it straight to her head just by looking at her. He leaned closer, and within moments his lips were upon hers again, and her mind went blank as her traitorous body made clear it had desires of its own. It was a moment before she could regain control, and then she pushed him back at the chest.
“You have served your purpose here, Mister…” She searched her mind again, took a guess. “Kendall?”
He shook his head. “Connall.”
Connall. Con. A name she had screamed into the darkness more than once, and yet in the light, she had forgotten it. What that said about her, she was not sure, although she was confident she didn’t care. Finally, she was fallen, and in falling, she was free. That was enough for her to care about this morning.
“It is past time for you to go,” she said. “Gerald will be here soon, and if he finds you, he will challenge you to a duel, and if you duel, you will kill him before the buffoon can locate his sword, and while I’m happy to shed this infernal engagement, I have no desire for the loss of life. Even his.”
Con placed the flat of his hand on her belly, his fingers spreading warmth into her. “But you will play with the beginning of one?”
She pushed his hand away. “As I said, I have read much, and I know much, and I have counted my days carefully. What must I do to get you to leave?”
“Just this.” He leaned in and kissed her again, and she felt herself respond, and indulged it. Gerald wasn’t much of an early riser, anyway.
Con pulled away first, and she felt her face flame as she remembered herself.
“Zel,” he said, wrapping a lock of her hair around his fingers as he spoke her name. “You will find me in the forest when you have need of me.”
“I will not have need of you,” she said.
“You will,” he said, getting up off the bed. “And I look forward to the moment our eyes meet again, although I suspect when they do, my heart will also be meeting the tip of your dagger.”
“If you are not gone before I locate my dagger, we will not have to wait.”
He smiled at her one last time, and finally, departed. Zel threw herself back into the pillows, pounding her fist on the bed. Her body wanted more of him, but her mind wanted him gone, and even as her mind reveled in its victory, her body mourned the loss. She took a deep breath, sat up, and got to the business of getting dressed, which was made difficult by her hair. When she had buttoned her last button, she put her hand to her forehead, feeling for the twisted vines of gold and yellow quartz that usually circled it, and realized her head was bare. Not a surprise, given the enthusiasm with which she’d taken to her task the night before. She pulled the hair back out of her face; it was down past her waist.
“Damn.” She dug through the pillows and bedsheets, then looked in the drawers, then under the bed, then…
The circlet was gone. Gone. It took her a moment to absorb this reality. For twenty-one years, she had never been without it, could not remember a time without it. Even when it had been misplaced, she had always known it was in the tower somewhere, and always had found it quickly once she’d gone in search of it. The idea that it could have been separated from her had never crossed her mind.
Until now.
Her heart fluttered, unable to find its rhythm, and then her eyes landed on the platter of bread and cheese, by which sat a single piece of paper. She moved closer, picked it up, and read.
I look forward to our meeting again.
She stared at the door through which Con had gone, and growled.
“Bastard!” Her body, drained of desire, filled now with fury. She grabbed her dagger, pulled her hair into a hank at the back of her neck, and began to saw at it. In this white hot moment, Gerald Hightower appeared at the door, wearing the finest of hunting clothes over his brawny frame.
“It is time for the hunt, Sir…” he said, then paused at the door, blinking. “Zel?”
Zel grunted, continuing to hack away at her thick hair.
“I apologize,” he said, looking confused. “The servants told me this was Sir Hugh’s room. We were to hunt today.”
Yes, I know, she thought. And it cost me dearly to insure the mistake.
“No, it is mine, and as you can see…” She motioned to the bed. “I am a maid no more. Sorry to disappoint. Must run.” She tossed her hair down on the bed, enjoying the lack of weight on her head, knowing it would return too soon if she didn’t get that damn circlet back. She tucked her dagger into the sheath hidden in the waist of her dress and started toward the door.
“Wait!” Gerald grabbed her by her shoulders. Though he was an idiot, he was a strong idiot, and twice her weight even with her heaviest dress on. She struggled to get past him, but could not. She looked up at his startled face, saw the hurt in his eyes, and felt the slightest chagrin.
But mostly what she felt was time slipping away from her, sandy grain by sandy grain, as the cad who’d taken her maidenhood ran off with something of far greater import.
“I must go,” she said. “I am… shamed. I am no good for you. You deserve better than the likes of me. I am fallen. See you later.”
Gerald’s jaw clenched, and then he raised one hand. For a moment, she thought he was going to hit her, but then, he gently touched her cheek.
Zel rolled her eyes.
“I will overlook this tragedy,” he said, “and I will avenge the violence done against you this night.”
“No violence,” she said. “I was quite willing. Really. Look at the bed.”
Gerald didn’t look, but kept his eyes on her as he raised one fist in the air. “The man who stole your most precious treasure against your desire will pay with his blood! I shall—”
“I haven’t the time!” Zel said, and scooted under his raised arm out into the hallway.
“—avenge your honor!” Gerald continued, following after her, his bloated voice bouncing off the stone walls of the tavern.
“I have no honor!” she shouted over her shoulder as she darted down the stairs. She could feel her hair gaining in weight, surely past her shoulders already.
“Slow down!” he called after her, his bulky hunting outfit made for fashion more than function. “Where are you going?”
“To the forest!” she said, and pushed the tavern door open, stomping out into the daylight with murder in her heart.
February 26th, 2010 at 6:38 am
I saw this post appear in my RSS reader, and took the time to go and fetch a fresh cup of coffee before reading it, so the last ten minutes have been an unalloyed pleasure. As always with your writing, I adore the spark between your characters, and the sense of volatility in the scene. I can’t wait to read the finished work – bravo!
February 26th, 2010 at 6:55 am
Such fun! I can’t wait to read more.
I’m already looking forward to when Zel and Conn meet again.
February 26th, 2010 at 7:15 am
yes, thanks to you, my coffee’s going cold. I love it. Some classic lines in there, and all the wonderful, sharp, bad-tempered wit I love in your writing. And there’s nothing better than a heroine who rescues herself.
Thank you. Now go write more.
February 26th, 2010 at 7:22 am
I love it! I have always been unsatisfied with the ending “and they lived happily ever after” I wanted and then what happened…cause I bet it got a whole lot more interesting.
Terrific idea. Great beginning of this part of the story, now I want to know what is happening to Red and Cinderella…
February 26th, 2010 at 7:41 am
I love it too. My favourite line is:
‘Finally, she was fallen, and in falling, she was free.’
Beautiful writing,
February 26th, 2010 at 7:55 am
Oh yes, and forget about the boring. You couldn’t be boring if you tried, and Interesting Times can be pretty damn exhausting after a while.
And I can’t decide which line I like best, the one about the mute with the harelip or the ‘I am fallen. See you later,’ bit. Both wonderful.
February 26th, 2010 at 8:07 am
Yayyyy! I love fairy tale-based romance stories. V promising.
February 26th, 2010 at 8:58 am
This is wonderful, Lucy! And now I have to go and burn my Nano novel because omg if this is your discovery writing…lol! Seriously, I would buy this book now, no edit, no nothing! The line “I am fallen. See you later” cracked me up, and I love that her hair grows back. Gerald reminded me of the prince in the movie Enchanted, which made it even funnier. I love her voice. If this is you when you’re boring, girl, stay boring!
February 26th, 2010 at 9:07 am
Love it, get busy, write, write, write lol. And while you’re at it, enjoy your boring days!. Savor the happy and content feelings, the more of them you have, the less frantic your crazed days will feel.
And I hate to break it to you, but we’ll take you crazed, angry, guilt-ridden, nasty, and boring. You’re stuck with us for the duration and beyond. Go Betties, Go Betties, go go go Betties!
Have a wonderfully boring day
February 26th, 2010 at 9:11 am
Wow! This is rough? You so totally have me hooked! I can’t wait to read the rest. I love Zel ~ she’s feisty, fun, and honest. (Hmmm, a lot like the author then.) Love her interaction with Con, and Gerald. I love the description about the truth vs. the fairy tale story of her “rescue”. Oh hell, I just love the whole thing. Can’t wait for the rest of the story.
February 26th, 2010 at 9:15 am
@Apple Betty ~ oh yeah, Gerald definately reminded me of the prince from Enchanted too.
February 26th, 2010 at 9:37 am
We don’t expect you to entertain us everyday, but thanks for this!
February 26th, 2010 at 9:44 am
Thank you for sharing! I can’t wait to meet the rest of the girls.
As for boring… On the rare occasions I complained of boredom as a kid (I had books for company, how could I be bored?) my dad, a military man from a long line of military men would remind me of two things. First, there’s an old Chinese curse that loosely translated means “may you live in interesting times”. The other thing was that you should always be thankful when you’re bored. It means no one’s trying to shoot at you. So just think of that, and it puts it all a bit more in perspective.
February 26th, 2010 at 10:08 am
I also really liked how Gerald didn’t do what Zel expected, and decided to avenge her, even though she didn’t want to be avenged and anyway there was nothing to avenge, instead of tossing her to the curb. It bodes well for all sorts of complications as the story continues.
February 26th, 2010 at 10:09 am
“Finally, she was fallen, and in falling, she was free.” That’s not just Zel you’re talking about. You feel yourself to have fallen from the grace of almost everyone in your former life. But now you’re free. Rapunzel was the most appropriate character for you to write about. You’re out of your tower, and into a house on a river with your best friend and a bunch of dogs. Much better life.
February 26th, 2010 at 10:11 am
i don’t care if you’re bored if this is what we get instead;) go write us some more, please!! pretty please with agave syrup on top.
February 26th, 2010 at 10:21 am
Ah – I was confused about the hair – very cool! There’s nothing more annoying than a man who plays the lute when there’s a rescue to help with. Because I like a woman who rescues herself, but I think a Romance should be about how a couple learns to work together.
This is clearly a woman with issues that will be interesting to learn about.
February 26th, 2010 at 10:23 am
I, too, vote for more boring days for you. This is fantastic and made me giggle all the way through. Made me remember things in my own past. Made me long to read more. And hoo-boy, Robert Downey, Jr. is as good a placeholder as you can get.
You’ve improved my morning.
February 26th, 2010 at 10:26 am
Don’t struggle with the boring. It wears a person out to be always “on”, always manic and poppin’ and entertaining. “Boring” is when you recharge your batteries. And guess what? Boring isn’t actually boring when you stop struggling against it. “Boring” becomes calmness and a time to let the changes settle. “Boring” is when the growth sinks into your bones. “Boring” is when your smiles are light and the corners of your mouth are buoyed up simply by the air, rather than stretched up by the energy of activity and being “on”. “Boring” is the other side of high-energy, and you have to have both. Because there must always be a balance, at least “boring” is better than “depressed.”
February 26th, 2010 at 10:26 am
Gina’s right. Cherish the boring times, you’ll probably long for them before too long. Now, on to thanking the universe for your talent. This is wonderful! (Many exclamation points.) I love seeing that board-stiff female character turn into a human being before my eyes and you seem to be able to do it effortlessly. The dialog is stellar. And R. Downey, Jr.? Oh yeah. I’m pretty sure I was drooling some during Sherlock Holmes and it wasn’t over Jude Law.
February 26th, 2010 at 10:26 am
ps: The scene ROCKS! Thank you very much.
February 26th, 2010 at 10:45 am
@ Skye – that was beautiful! “”Boring” is when growth sinks into your bones.” That makes me long to find “boring”.
February 26th, 2010 at 10:56 am
This is fabulous. I think my favorite line is, “With his eyes on hers, she felt drunk again, as though he had the power to pull what was left of the alcohol in her bloodstream and send it straight to her head just by looking at her.”
Plus the characters are incredibly funny. RDJ=yum
February 26th, 2010 at 11:19 am
Lovely words Skye, absolutely beautiful!
February 26th, 2010 at 11:20 am
Love it! I’d be pretty damn grumpy if I was in Zel’s shoes, too. I imagine being alone for that long would be hell on a person’s people skills. I adore her. And I really like that Con seems to be a bit of a gentlemen thief.
Looking forward to more!
February 26th, 2010 at 11:22 am
wow – can’t wait to read this when it’s finished. I just finished Little Ray of Sunshine. That was lovely. I keep dreaming of what happens with her and Luke after the book is over.
February 26th, 2010 at 11:30 am
Apparently my computer no longer had my information in the lines above this box and I clicked submit before noticing. *headdesk* So, to try again:
This just made my morning.
I’m a huge fairy-tale addict (a large portion of my bookcase is devoted to obscure compilations, twisted versions, encyclopedias of legends, etc.) so this was awesome to read. I loved how you chose to approach her hair growth, kinda reminding me of 10th Kingdom, but the circlet having an impact on said growth? I never would have thought of that, and I love it. 
I stumbled across my favorite fairy-tale ending about a year ago in a book of tales from other cultures – “And it took them a lifetime to reach the end of their happiness.”
February 26th, 2010 at 11:57 am
I love it. I can’t wait to read the whole thing, and I can’t imagine what you’re going to change when you revise it. Hopefully nothing. I don’t really read historicals (so I could be wrong) but I am so completely impressed by how you nailed a more formal, historical-type voice while maintaining a modern… I don’t know… spunkiness or something. Zel’s awesome. A total Betty. And the way you’ve developed so much tension and connection between her and Con in just one scene… sorry to gush, but this is amazing!
February 26th, 2010 at 12:05 pm
@skye – you have some magic in you. I loved what you said.
@sierra – “And it took a lifetime…..” How perfectly stated. Thanks for sharing that.
February 26th, 2010 at 12:14 pm
MUST KEEP!
Sharing the discovery? What a gift. Thank you. I was going to say “Embrace the boredom! Zen the boredom! Be the boredom!” but this is much better.
Post this puppy anytime; I’m hooked.
PS Have you SEEN Sherlock Holmes? R.D.Jr — so hot.
February 26th, 2010 at 12:18 pm
Oh! Now I really can’t wait for this book. I LOVE twisted fairytales. Whheee!!
February 26th, 2010 at 12:40 pm
I love this Lucy! I can’t wait to read the rest of it. Keep going. If this is your discovery writing…WOW. Inspiring – truly!
February 26th, 2010 at 12:41 pm
I’m currently trapped in my apartment by the snow storm hitting YC (can barely see the building across the street from me…) but even if I wasn’t, I’d still want more of that to read. And I’m a picky reader.
February 26th, 2010 at 12:42 pm
*NYC
February 26th, 2010 at 12:42 pm
“I look forward to the moment our eyes meet again, although I suspect when they do, my heart will also be meeting the tip of your dagger.”
“If you are not gone before I locate my dagger, we will not have to wait.”
I love this. Actually, literally laughed out loud. I know this is discovery, but I vote this line stays.
By the way, I’m more of a love to read it and ponder it lurker than a regular conversation contributor, so I hadn’t grabbed a Betty name yet, but since it’s not taken, I was thinking “Betty Anonymous”
February 26th, 2010 at 12:47 pm
[quote]He was older than she’d estimated the night before, possibly as old as four and thirty, although his vigor had suffered not at all for the years.[/quote]
PLEASE be boring more often!
I add my voice to the chorus of “I loved it! Can’t wait for more!”
February 26th, 2010 at 1:30 pm
Love it. Love this blog. Everything here is awesome, especially Lucy’s magic.
February 26th, 2010 at 2:09 pm
I LOVE this. I can’t wait to read more! I’ve always loved retellings of the typical fairy tales but this is BETTER. I’ve always asked what now? And now you WONDERFUL ladies are going to answer my questions. Hurry write more, so I can rush out and spend my hard earned cash.
February 26th, 2010 at 2:28 pm
The bickering and the banter between Zel and Con reminded me strangely of Benedick and Beatrice in Much Ado About Nothing. One of my faves–thanks for sharing.
D.B.
February 26th, 2010 at 2:39 pm
“Lord preserve me from men and their duty.”
My favorite line by far. I’m amazed that this is only discovery and what you consider rough. But maybe after several years of writing and publishing books, I too will be this rough.
My life is way more boring than it’s been the last few years. I had to work to get it this boring. It’s much better than the controlled chaos it was. Whew!
February 26th, 2010 at 3:06 pm
OH OH OH I LOVE it!! When will it be published??? I love the concept and oh man, this snippet is AWESOME!
February 26th, 2010 at 3:10 pm
Oh Not Boring! You are so good! I want more – LOVE properly told fairytales
February 26th, 2010 at 3:34 pm
HA! I had a lot more people following my blog back in the day when I was angsty and full of anger. It does feel sometimes like the well is empty when you find peace, but it comes back — only with better stuff.
February 26th, 2010 at 4:53 pm
LOVE. IT.
Thanks.
February 26th, 2010 at 5:01 pm
Thanks, guys! You’ve been very kind. Of course, you were ordered to be kind, but still… glad you liked it!
As for questions as to when it’ll be coming to a bookstore near you… that’s a long ways away, if ever. We are hoping to write it this summer and sell it thereafter, but with the book industry being what it is, I can’t promise anything until we have a contract inked. However, we’re pretty serious about it, so barring anything horrible happening – maybe sometime in 2011. Maybe.
Thanks for reading. It was really fun to write. I adore Zel, and Con. And Gerald, actually. He’s a blast to write. There’s loads more going on in Krissie and Jenny’s stories, too. Very fun!
February 26th, 2010 at 5:05 pm
Pure fun ! More, please.
February 26th, 2010 at 5:28 pm
2011?? That’s unacceptable.
I have tissues here somewhere…
This is delicious! More please!!!
February 26th, 2010 at 5:31 pm
Lots of fun to read–what a treat!
Con is very dashing and rakish, yum!
February 26th, 2010 at 7:12 pm
OOOOOOOOO. M. GGGGGGGGGG! Love, love, love it! Can’t wait to read it. Love RDJ as Con…. so hot.
If those book companies aren’t smart enough to snap this up then I say self publish as an ebook. You guys all have an audience that now wants this book
Hey, Bob’s doing it
BTW…you don’t have to entertain us. If you have another day like today I suggest you just post: “I got nothing.” We’ll take over from there.
~H2B
February 26th, 2010 at 7:15 pm
Highly enjoyable. Love Con and can visualize Robert Downy Jr. by the line: there were small hints of gray in the thin covering of facial hair on his chin, and lines in his face betraying a tendency to mirth and, likely, uselessness. That says so much. ; )
February 26th, 2010 at 7:17 pm
Forgot to quote my favorite bit.
Zel to Gerald:
“I must go,” she said. “I am… shamed. I am no good for you. You deserve better than the likes of me. I am fallen. See you later.”
The whole piece was so alive it practically jumped off the screen and played itself out right in front of my eyes. Did I mention that I loved this?!
Someday I’ll tell you guys about my philosophy on the Business of No – and how I’m not in it
February 26th, 2010 at 7:38 pm
Yummy. Love it.
Will this book have it’s own blog like the D&G blog?
February 26th, 2010 at 10:09 pm
I love, love, love this. Can’t wait to read more. We will get to read more, won’t we? Don’t ever use the word boring to describe anything about you – your creativity amazes me.
February 27th, 2010 at 1:57 am
You and Jenny make me so mad sometimes. You write this awesome stuff, and then leave us hanging for MONTHS wondering what is happening with these people. I Loved this. LOVED IT. Damn you. DAMN YOU, I SAY!!!
February 27th, 2010 at 7:06 am
(-: No time to read the comments, but hoping for more “bored” days. V. sexy!!
February 27th, 2010 at 5:01 pm
Nope, not boring.
February 27th, 2010 at 5:10 pm
Love it. And so glad she’s not going to marry her rescuer, but find her own exciting future instead.
February 28th, 2010 at 7:00 am
“No violence,” she said. “I was quite willing. Really. Look at the bed.”
I just loved this line. Made me giggle.
March 1st, 2010 at 1:42 pm
First of all, thank you for making this bleary raining day more entertaining with this excerpt. I absolutely cannot wait to read this book when you are finished! May your pen be swift and your wit be sharp.