Finally saw the new Avengers movie – loved it! My college son came home for the summer, bringing me a monstrous pile of dirty laundry for Mother’s Day. I’d imagined having the four of us go out to dinner Saturday night before the crowds on Mother’s Day, but both my sons were at a card shop in the middle of duels, so that turned into a night out with just my hubby, and I’ll never complain about that. Worked, went to the gym, had a band parent’s meeting where I was voted in as an officer, picked up other son numerous times from band/art/friends, read two books and posted reviews but, wait a minute – did I write anything for my WIP? Why, yes I did. I had a block of time yesterday when the words just fell out of my head – and those times seem to come less often than I’d like. I came up with some great ideas to add when I get into editing, so there’s that. Combined with a few other chunks of writing time, I’m feeling pretty good about my production over the past week.
Today is my grandmother’s 90th birthday, so from chapter 9, you get thirteen lines. Since Cain’s concussion, he’s been feeling a little out of it, so this is where we are.
The way I felt during my classes was similar to how I felt at home this morning. I was there, but not there, detached. My instructors asked questions and I’d wanted to answer, but felt like a there was a wall between my brain and my mouth. It was giving me a headache.
“Cain, are you in there? Hello?”
“Should we take him to the nurse? This can’t be good.”
Voices. They sounded so distant. I knew it was Finn and Lindsey, but where were they? Then, my head snapped to the right, as Finn’s hand connected with my cheek.
“What the hell was that for?” I shouted.