It’s been over a month and a half since I last posted – which I have a very good reason for!
Instead of being crazy Californians, we are now officially card carrying weird Washingtonians!
I meant to share the good news sooner, but it’s been a strange and exhausting adventure. I feel like things were finally settling back into their normal rhythm (well, our new normal) but then I caught the Spring Plague (the pollen up here is no joke people) which has mucked things up. So. I’m going to keep this short and sweet, because my bed is calling me.
I have to admit, it took awhile for my desire to do anything writing related (heck, it took awhile for my desire to do anything aside from laying around like a bump on a long to come back) but eventually it did. Now that its back, words are flowing again! I’m currently up to 20,000 words, and I hope to be finished with Elusion by June.
This bit takes place shortly after the encounter with the girls. Liam has escorted Mattie to her new home, and she is about to meet her adoptive ‘grandfather’. Since today is May Second, here are two paragraphs from Elusion
As Liam knocked on the door, Mattie looked about. It seemed like the only part of the house that was well taken care of was this little strip of wood planks that they were currently standing on. It was solid under her feet – the wood didn’t creek, nor did it sag. However, it was in desperate need of being swept for it was covered in a thick layer of straw and dust that put the abandoned stables at the castle to shame. A rocking chair was tucked against the wall, underneath a window that had a lamp sitting on the sil, and a plaid woolen blanket was draped over its back. Judging from the half finished charm resting on the seat, the old man prefered to do his work out here.
She reached out and ran a fingertip across the neatly plaited straw of the charm. Something, she wasn’t entirely sure what, seemed to crackle across its surface and snap at her. The sensation wasn’t entirely unpleasant. In fact, it tickled more than anything else. She glanced up to find the wizened face of an old man staring at her through a window. As soon as he noticed that she was looking at him, he jerked back, and the raggedy fabric of a thin curtain fell in front of his face, blocking him from view.
And be sure to check back on Friday, because I’ll be posting weekly installments about our move – why we decided to move, what doing such a big move was like, and all that jazz – so you can get the nitty gritty details about everything that went on.