I’m writing this the night before my RWA meeting. I have spent most of the day taking care of birds, doing business for my bird club, getting things written for my weight loss support group, taking the dog to be groomed, and shopping. I’m getting my Facebook pages up to date and scheduling posts for the future. I was going to write about tweeting what I read, but I am so tired I just want to put something up and not worry about it. I also have a bird blog to write.
Next Friday I have the next critique group meeting and I am determined to write a couple chapters of my work in progress. But every time I think I have a window for writing, something else needs to be done. I need to drop out of everything else, but that’s not going to happen. Something else may happen, but not that.
I can’t stop watching dog rescue videos on YouTube. Which is really okay because one of my future stories is about dog rescues and I can’t wait to get to it. In fact, I started it while I should have been working on the current story. Here are the first few paragraphs. Totally rough draft here.
A car makes a terrible sound when it gives up. Becca turned the key again, but the noise, a whirring whine, slowed down until it stopped. “No!” Frustration swelled as she pounded the steering wheel.
The tap on her window surprised a yelp out of her. She rolled it down, wondering what the homeless man wanted from her. So odd to have homeless people on a regular residential street. She’d seen him around a lot but he didn’t dress like a person with a home or a job.
“Sounds like you’re having car trouble.” He smiled and she noticed for the first time that his teeth were good. Curious.
“Yes, I am. Good guess.” Becca needed to call Uber and get a ride. No matter what, she was going to be late today. Of all days.
“I could look at it, if you like.” He gestured a grimy hand toward the hood of her old Honda.
She shook her head. “Maybe later. I have to get to work. If you’ll excuse me —”
“I’ll give you a ride.”
Desperate times, Becca thought. “Really? Okay, let’s go.” He opened her door for her and waited as she grabbed her stuff. “Lead on, McDuff.”
“Actually, I’m Mick.” He offered her the same hand.
Gingerly, Becca shook it. “I’m Becca.”
It’s so much fun because they are just getting to know each other, but at the same time, they have total misconceptions about each other. Something big is going to happen when they figure it all out.
I feel much better now. Thanks for reading. I’ll be back on Thursday to tweet about what I’ve been reading.