Happy Valentine’s Day!
Week 13 (omg, 13 weeks already?!) flew by in a blur. Writing’s gone slowly, but I’ve made forward progress that I’m happy with, which means I can’t complain! I feel like things are really starting to come together. Sarah and Serena were kind enough to read a few chapters and give me feedback. I’m going take the next day or so to go back and fix the problems they pointed out, and then keep moving forward. I feel like I have all of the puzzle pieces spread around in front of me, and it’s my job now to make sure that they’re all fitting together the way they should be. It’s rewarding, and frustrating, and overwhelming all at the same time.
Next week, I’m going to be posting about one of my favorite things: research! If you have any questions about researching, leave a comment and I’ll try to address it in next week’s post.
Now, since it’s Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d leave you with a little snippet of Flightless that I wrote this time last year. It never made it into the book (it’s another scene from Wesley’s POV), but I think I’ll share it with you today. Enjoy! 🙂
The hours pass in agony.
I don’t know where she is, how she’s doing. All I know is that she’s alone with him and there’s nothing I can do about it.
What chance do I have? Me, poor and outlawed and common, against a king? I can offer her nothing but freedom.
He may be able to offer her freedom and a life of comfort, if what she says is true.
I pace back and forth in the passageway that connects her room to the gardens below. I can’t stop thinking about the way she looked at me last night, or the way her voice broke when she said my name. I keep turning every moment, every move, over and over in my mind, trying to figure out what I did, what I said, that made her turn away from me like that.
What if she doesn’t come back? What if …
No. I can’t think like that. I can’t afford to doubt. My feelings for her don’t matter. They can’t matter, not if it means her life.
Voices from Ellie’s end of the passage draw my attention. She laughs softly, and bids someone goodnight. Marcia, probably. The door clicks shut, and she sighs.
For a moment, every cell in my body screams at me to cut my losses. To flee, to run, to turn my back on her, to not look at her ever again.
If I look at her, I will fall.
“Wes?” Her voice is soft and unsure. Hesitant. My heart flips in my chest, and I know that it’s already too late, that I am already tumbling through space, free-falling into an abyss that has no end.
I can’t leave her now.
I push the door open and step into her room. She has a single lamp lit, next to her bed, throwing a soft light over the entire room. She looks up at me and smiles shyly, and I shatter into a million pieces.
“I didn’t think you’d be here,” she says. She stands in the middle of the room, her arms wrapped tightly across her chest. She’s dressed from head to toe in expensive silk and jewels, from the tiara that rests on her head to the dainty slippers that peek out from the bottom of her gown.
She is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.
I step to her slowly. “I’m here,” I say, and I’m surprised at how low and gruff my voice sounds. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I thought–after last night–” She frowns and looks away. “I was afraid you’d still be cross with me,” she says finally. “I shouldn’t have said those things to you.”
I can’t help it. I reach out and push a stray curl out of her face. My fingers linger just a little too long along the soft curve of her jaw, but I can’t seem to move my hand away. “I can never stay angry at you, Ellie.”
She looks up at me, then, her gray eyes wide. “I couldn’t bear it. I was upset all day.”
“It was my fault. You had every right to say those things to me. I was wrong. And I’m sorry.” I can’t stop staring at her lips. I barely notice myself leaning closer to her. Her eyes flutter shut, and I suddenly know that I’m going to kiss her.
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