Wednesday sure does come around pretty fast. I’ve spent more time on researching my setting this past week than writing. A writing workshop I took last fall said to make your setting work for you, and when I thought about that, it gave me some great ideas that have added to the plot. Then, I got a nice surprise when I looked at my word count for the past week and realized I’d written more than I thought. So then I ate two Reese’s peanut butter eggs to celebrate. After that I spent 45 minutes on the elliptical yesterday to undo the effects of my celebration. Still totally worth it, though.
My math today is 3 + 2 + 5 = a few paragraphs from chapter 10. Cain and Finn are discussing a paranormal event Cain may or may not have experienced. Eby is Cain’s cat.
“And you’re positive, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that it wasn’t Eby? I’ve seen him passed out on your bed, all sprawled out, four paws to the sky, more than once. There’s no judgment here, but he’s plenty big enough to leave a dip in the bed, and one of his paws could easily have brushed your face.”
I couldn’t argue with that. Finn’s reasoning was logical.
“But I looked on the floor for him and Eby wasn’t here, it couldn’t have been him.”
“Dude, I’ve seen Eby come close to breaking the sound barrier when he gets freaked out by something, or even nothing at all. He could have just felt the need to be downstairs all of a sudden. He’s a little weird sometimes. And him hissing at the attic door? I’ve seen him hiss at a chair leg before, so a door? Not a major shock.”