What I'm Reading: Still working on Nobody But Us. I'm really enjoying it. I also really enjoy that Will reminds me of some of my sister's friends in Elko, Nevada (where we were born and where she still leaves). Come to find out Will is from Elko! Not that it's necessarily the thing to boast about, but I did like seeing how an author described the town.
What I'm Writing: Well I met my goals for this week--finishing two chapters. I'm still working on the third. So while I didn't quite meet my stretch goal, I got really close and ended up clocking in at a little over 7,000 words. I worked on some game-changing scenes, and I'm so excited about them (albeit nervous). I need to get them out to crit partners to see what they think.
For this week, I want to wrap up chapter 19 then revise part three (18, 19, 20). Beyond that, I'd like to get another 1,000 words done on the rest if that's possible. I'm thinking I'll exceed the goal since I'm off work Thursday and Friday--but so is my husband, so there's a chance I won't get as much done as I'm hoping.
Last week I gave you an excerpt from Mason's perspective. Here's one from Danny's:
The other boys were quiet. Danny’s legs started to shake, but she ignored them. She pushed her fear down into the bottom of her stomach and tried to imagine it was a just a spec, and then nothing. She squared her shoulders, crossed the room to Tim, and looked up at him. “Men like me? Weren’t you listening? I said I was a Federal.”
Tim rolled his eyes and took another drink.
“Your etiquette could use a little work,” Danny said. She considered him for a second, heart pounding. Then, “With manners like yours, I’m guessing you must send your full salary home to your family. They probably can’t spare you keeping any of it for yourself.”
Tim stepped closer to Danny and tucked his flask into his jacket. He towered over her. His body was tense, his shirt tight across his shoulders. Danny steadied herself. She couldn’t let him see she was afraid. She couldn’t let any of them see it. Fear and submission would have been Danielle’s response, but she wasn’t Danielle. She wouldn’t be until long after the war ended. There was no room for fear anymore, not as Danny Clemmons.
Tim looked down at her. He brought his arm back.
“Tim,” Mason warned from across the room.
“I’m going to teach this runt a lesson,” Tim said.
The fear in Danny shifted to a raw energy. It bubbled up inside of her, sending tingles along her arms and down her spine. She laughed; she felt stronger and more alive than she ever had. “Let me save you the embarrassment,” she said.
Tim’s face went red. Rage burned behind his glassy eyes and a halo of light appeared around him. Something in Danny felt bad for pushing him so far. He had to be tired—it had only been a week since Donelson fell, but she wasn’t just going to roll over for this Yankee boy.
Tim grabbed Danny by the forearms, his grip tight enough to bruise. She didn’t flinch. “Choose your next words carefully,” he said.
Danny grinned. “It wouldn’t be proper to hit a lady.”
Tim’s mouth dropped open, his eyes wide. His hands fell from her arms.
What Else I've Been Up To: I got a promotion at work last week--woo hoo! I now have "Social Media Specialist" in my title. So, in true Liz fashion, as soon as I received the new title, I started working on several social media process documents, and I'm beyond excited about them.
What's Inspiring Me Now: You mean other than all of the Twitter accountability and writing sessions? This song by Mumford. Whenever I hear it, my whole ending plays out before my eyes and I have all of the feels. ALL OF THEM. The first time it happened I actually started sobbing. So there's that.
What about you?