Power Drama

I had the plan.  Y’all knew it.  I was going to hunker down and finish writing Something Like Trust this past weekend. I got to start on Friday, right off the bat.  And I wrote and wrote and wrote. I’d written 6.5 k words and it was a quarter to 6 in the evening when…pop.  The power went out.  I was all Luke Skywalker, “Noooooooooo!”  Why did that have to happen?  On my writing binge weekend?  And why was it not a simple fix?  I was doomed!  My big plan was foiled!

Four hours later, the power company finally fixed the issue and it scared the crap out of me when the power came back on.  I’d been dozing, hoping that it would get fixed and I wanted to have caught a catnap so I could write some more.  Which I did.  After I got the fish tank working again, of course.

So I started writing again, and I finished the chapter I’d been writing when a wonderful realization came over me.  What I had previously thought was two more chapters, was, in fact, one more chapter.  I went to bed in the small hours of Saturday morning with the knowledge that when I woke up again, I only had to write on more chapter and I’d be done.

It took me an hour and a half, but I finished the novella.

Yep, you read that right.  Something Like Trust is no longer in progress.  And I’ve given it a scrubbing and it’s out to my trusted betas right now.  After that, I’ll polish it a bit more and then send it off to the publisher.

In the meantime, I’m looking at some other submission calls that have caught my interest.  And I will be starting work on the third in the Something Like series, just as soon as I tweak the plot a bit and sort some things out with that.  So the writing schedule is still full and I’m going to do my damnedest to keep checking things off the list.

Flash Fic Friday

Flash Fic Friday

**Ooooh.  Okay, so.   The Admiral wanted a private picnic, and so did Aaron and Lucas.  Enjoy!**

I wasn’t the best at grand romantic gestures. That was more Aaron’s purview.  My sweet, loving boyfriend could make dinner from a drive-thru seem romantic.  Me?  I exhausted my romantic gestures when I bought him that ridiculously overpriced pair of slippers.  Which he loved and were totally worth it.  But since then I’d been sorely lacking in the romance department and there was only so long I could fall back on the slippers

The last few weeks had been tough for us.  As we finished filming the last few episodes of the season, we’d barely been able to spend any time alone together.  Publicity tours for me coupled with late nights meant that even when I was home, we could barely do more than fall into bed together and sleep.  I could count on one hand the number of times we’d fucked in the last three weeks.  The number didn’t grow that much even if I was generous and added hand and blow jobs.

It wasn’t all about sex, of course.  But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss it.  I’d gone a long time without it. Now that I had Aaron, someone who understood me and my motivations, who loved me as much as I loved him, I didn’t want to go without the physical aspect of our relationship.   Which is why I felt it was important for us to reconnect.  As soon as I saw an opening in the schedule where I’d get home before Aaron, and where Aaron wouldn’t be forced to stay too late, I’d set my plan into motion.  I was just questioning the intelligence of my grand romantic gesture now that the moment was upon me.

I’d just convinced myself it was stupid when I heard the door creak open, and Aaron’s familiar tread on the kitchen tile. Fuck.  There was no turning back now.


His voice was soft and questioning, and I took a deep breath before turning to face him, a bright smile plastered on my face.  “Hey, baby.  How’d the rest of your day go?”

Aaron ignored me entirely, his gaze fixed to the living room floor.  I’d gone all out, and paid through the nose to find everything and have it shipped in time, but I had the whole deal.  The red checked blanket.  The two handled woven basket, opened to reveal cheese, crackers, fruit, and finger sandwiches.  His favorite wine and two long stemmed glasses.  All of it painstakingly arranged to look like a magazine spread.  I’d wanted perfection, even if it was on the living room floor.

Now I felt stupid.

But Aaron’s eyes misted just a bit before he cleared his throat and walked toward the blanket.  Optimus gave a thump and a hiss from where I’d enclosed him in the bathroom, knowing his human was home, but neither one of us gave the cat a thought.  Aaron was entirely focused on the spread, and I was focused on him.

“It’s stupid, right?” I asked after the silence stretched long enough.  Aaron hadn’t moved or said anything in a good five minutes.

“It’s awesome,” he breathed, and turned a huge watery grin in my direction.  “What’s the occasion?”

I still felt stupid, so I glossed over the more emotional parts.  “I thought it would be nice to have a picnic, but it’s been drizzling for days, and with our luck, we’d get spotted and tomorrow there’d be pictures in every tabloid.  So, you know, uh,” I stopped and cleared my throat.  “This was the best I could do for privacy.”

Aaron threw himself at me, squeezing me tightly.  “It’s perfect.  We can feed each other.  Get tipsy on the wine.  And afterwards, you can lay me down on that blanket and love me hard and thorough.”

Just like that, I was aching with need.  But Aaron sank down onto the blanket and patted the space beside him, so I sat down too.  He reached for a glass of wine, and held it up as a toast.

“I love you.”

I swallowed hard, and touched his glass with mine. “And I love you.”

Aaron was right.  This was perfect.


The Sequester: Redux

Having a long weekend to celebrate the country’s independence is great and all.  I think it’s an important holiday to remember.  I’m all for the barbecues and the fireworks.  Go for it, have at it.

I’ll be celebrating independence by chaining myself to my desk.

I’m a woman on a mission, and I have book to finish writing.  It’s almost close enough to taste and I’ve been dragging it out long enough.  So with the extra day of Friday off from the day job, I’m going to hole up and write, write, write.  And when I emerge, I hope to have a completed draft.

Tune in here tomorrow to see the first flash fic featuring Aaron and Lucas and catch a glimpse of their life as it is now.  That’s going to be fun.  If you haven’t purchased Something Like Hope, it’s available so far at Amber Quill and ARe.

In the meantime, I’ll be writing the sequel.  Happy weekend everybody!