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My new website is done! I can't wait to show everyone, but it has to wait a little bit longer.

The project for the weekend is learning how to use WordPress and not break stuff. Then I can start adding content and cross posting the blog. Watch this space for thrilling updates.

My internet has stayed on for four whole days now without vanishing once. To say I'm thrilled is an understatement. I still owe email and such, but I'm catching up one at a time.

I'm feeling my way into book 3, as one does, but it's not the slow slog through frozen molasses that book 2 was. This is a good thing. The writing of this book feels more like it did with Delia, which I'm thinking is also a good thing.

I came this >< close to killing a major character off last night, but after thinking long and hard, I didn't. There is only so much trauma I can inflict on these people in the first 50 pages. Not that anyone is ever safe...but yeah, couldn't kill Jack off. The repercussions and waves that would set off in the plot don't fit in this book.

And before I run off to the dreaded dayjob, a darling for the week. Rough, raw, and subject to being completely rewritten at any time.

Their squad worked together to shift piles of brick and wood, passing the pieces from hand to hand before tossing them out of the way. Gabe stayed where he was, too dizzy and nauseous to be of any use. His men dug quickly looking for survivors, but the first two bodies they uncovered were broken and lifeless. Relief that neither man was Jack left him lightheaded.

Shouts and cheers went up from the rescuers as they heard voices calling for help and they began to dig faster. Gabe's fingers curled around the broken and twisted pushcart handle. He'd lost too many people he cared about to think prayer offered any help or hope of survival. The hope he felt sprang from not being able to imagine a world without his best friend. "Come on, Jack, come on. Sadie and the kids need you. Crawl out of there."

Now off to the dayjob, which will be no fun at all.


( 5 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 21st, 2012 08:03 pm (UTC)
Catharsis! Excellent snippet. I bet it was a very moving scene to write.
Sep. 22nd, 2012 04:46 pm (UTC)
That second paragraph? Yeah. That one came from past trauma.

But the test is if others find it moving, not just if I do.
Sep. 21st, 2012 11:16 pm (UTC)
Not to mention trauma in your loyal readers!!!! =:0
Sep. 22nd, 2012 04:48 pm (UTC)
I thought of that too. *g* The main characters should come of this series older, wiser, and reasonably happy.
Sep. 22nd, 2012 07:28 pm (UTC)
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