So, this is my temporary bloggy home. I combined my fiction blog with my regular blog into one place. In a matter of months, I will have a brand-new page that I built (well, okay, that my husband built for me), complete with beautiful graphics that I’m actually paying someone else to create. There will be some other good stuff on there as well, and I’m really excited. For now, all my online writing is in this space so I can keep it nice and tidy until Moving Day.
In other news, I’m sort of dragging my feet over my new story. It takes me a long time to feel like I really know the characters and settings. The one I’ve been posting, tentatively titled Lower Education, took me 6 months before I had some good flow. It started as a vastly different kind of story and evolved. I have no doubt the new one will be the same.
This is the second to last post about Phin and Company. I’m running out of things I want to share (I have to save some of my best lines for actual publication!), and I can’t give away too much of the plot. My WIPpet math: 19 (today) + 3 + 1 + 4 = 27 sentences. The context is that outside of his work at the school, Alex is a dance instructor. He’s organized a charity event, and he and the kids have all performed. This takes place immediately afterward.
They accompanied Dani when she went to round up the kids from backstage. When they arrived, Dani discovered that Phin had beaten them there and was talking to Alex.
Gia’s expression dissolved into a pout. “Why are all the good ones always taken?” She sighed. “He’s a little old for me anyway. He’s still cute, though.”
“And has a nice ass,” Dani and Eunice chorused.
“You’ve only mentioned that fifty times or so,” Eunice said.
Gia discovered her inner five-year-old and stuck out her tongue at them just as Alex and Phin joined them.
“Great job,” Eunice told Alex. “Very nice. I haven’t seen you do that one before.”
He nodded. “Just a little something I’ve been working on especially for tonight.” He exchanged a glance with Phin, and Dani was sure Phin’s cheeks grew faintly pink.
Phin changed the subject by turning to Gia and saying, “I heard what you said just now, and I’m flattered that you have such high regard for my ass. But you’re selling yourself short. What about that one guy at school who brought you your phone? I think he likes you.”
“Who? Oscar?” Gia frowned. “I don’t think so. He hardly says a word to me.”
Phin shrugged. “Then maybe you need to do the talking.”
All right. So for my last (*sniff*) post about these people (I am really struggling to let them go!), what do you all want to see? Here are the options I’m considering:
- A humorous incident with Phin really out of his element
- A nice (and somewhat amusing) moment between Dani and her teenage son
- A steamy interaction (well, part of one, anyway–I don’t want to spoil it)
Leave a comment, and whichever has the most interest, that’s what I’ll post.