Wednesday, November 12, 2014

I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date

Technically I'm not late YET.

The deadline for the ninth book in the CONFESSIONS OF A SLIGHTLY NEUROTIC HITWOMAN is Friday and I'm struggling to meet it, so this will be a short post.

Here's a quick peek at a snippet of an unedited scene:

Zeke frowned. “I suppose that since the police confiscated your tire iron you don’t have any other weapons in the car.”
I thought of the gun Ms. Whitehat had provided, in its hiding spot beneath the driver’s seat. “Just Barry Manilow.”
Zeke looked at me the way people often look at my mother who lives in a mental hospital.
“It’s a CD,” I explained hurriedly. “If you break it, it’s sharp and could cut someone. Want it?”
Instead of answering, Zeke marched resolutely toward the front door of the apartment building. I hurried to catch up with him.
As we drew near, I saw that the door wasn’t closed completely because someone had splintered the wood surrounding the lock.
Silently I followed Zeke through the doorway and up a flight of stairs, taking care to avoid the sticky pile of who-knows-what on the third step from the top.
Half the hallway bulbs were burnt out which meant the walk to 2C was eerily dim.
My stomach roiled queasily, but I wasn’t sure if it was because the place reeked of rotting garbage and stale pot smoke or plain nervousness.
Pausing outside of 2C, Zeke and I stared at one another.
“Now what?” he whispered.
“We knock.” Before he could protest, I rapped loudly on the door three times.
I held my breath, straining to hear the sounds of movement in the apartment. All I heard was a TV droning in the next door unit.
I reached for the doorknob. Miraculously it turned and the door slowly swung open.
“You can’t go in there.” Zeke grabbed my shoulder to prevent me from stepping inside.
I shook him off. “You stay here.”
“And do what?”
“Be a lookout. Warn me if someone’s coming.”
“I dunno. A secret signal.”
“Like what? A bird caw?’
I nodded.
Cupping his hands to his mouth, Zeke called, “Caw! Caw!”
I winced. “That sounds more like a hamster on crack."

I know I'm not the only one working crazy-hard.

Tell me Killer Friends: What kinds of killer projects are YOU tackling this month?


B.E. Sanderson said...

Squee! I can't wait! And Zeke's back. Yay!

Sorry your deadline is fast approaching. You can do this. And let me know if there's anything I can do. I wish I wasn't so far away and could like take the dogs for ya or something. :hugs:

This month I've got NaNo - which for me means 60K words this month (I'm shooting for a 2K a day avg.) I'm also working on teaching myself about the self-pub biz. And I'm trying to work on my writerly blog so I get more traffic. Plus there's leaves to be raked.

Karyn Good said...

Excellent snippet! Love the part about the CD case.

i'm will be working on another set of edits for Exposed. Promotion. And back to writing the first draft that which is yet to be named.

jblynn said...

B.E. -- A LOT of people have that reaction about Zeke. :-)

You've got a lot going on. Good luck!

Karyn -- Good for you! (My titles always show up late too.)

Aisyah Putri Setiawan said...

Banned complain !! Complaining only causes life and mind become more severe. Enjoy the rhythm of the problems faced. No matter ga life, not a problem not learn, so enjoy it :)

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