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Yesterday (Nov 10th) I didn't write a lot.
First, I had to do an edit that I promised someone on Mastodon. 3k words isn't a lot to work through, but she had specific questions and I wanted to do a good job.
Then I set up this community here, which took quite a bit of energy. It was very easy in the end, thanks to Fax, who was beyond gracious and wonderful.
Finally, I started to write and then remembered that a new book had come out, one I'd been waiting for for months. (Two Thousand Dreams by Jocylyn Drake)
Yes, I stayed up way too late devouring that, so I only wrote about 500 words.
Have a taste of my Wolves:
“I go upstairs,” Alex announced, throwing me another look. If he wanted to be turned tonight, we needed to prepare a little, however, and a first aid kit would be the first thing to grab, along with some old towels that we could toss after we were done. I followed Alex upstairs. He walked a few steps into the hallway before he whirled.
“Give me my wolf. Now.”
“Yes, in a moment. We need a first aid kit.”
He frowned and I watched as he mentally translated the words. “Oh. I… don’t know where… the car. There must be one in the car.”
“Let’s get it.”
“Yes!” He raced down the stairs again, grabbed the car keys from the hook next to the door and was out there in a rush. I hurried after him, with the threats by Luka, it wasn’t safe to let him go outside alone, especially in the dark.
Mark was hot on our heels.
“What are you doing?” he hissed.
“Grabbing a first aid kit,” I answered in just as low a voice.
A happy yell from Alex announced that he had located it, and he climbed out of the car waving a box triumphantly. All of us hurried back into the house, Alex slamming the door shut. Maria sat at the table, staring at us.
So much for doing this quietly.