Not thwarted by colleague Kevin’s free brunch entirely, I wrote 1850 words in 1.5 hours. This is keepable stuff. Here’s our first scene.
Feldspar, pale as a December lake, looked at her from over the top of a silver goblet. His pale blue eyes met her dark ones. The wind roared outside of the cavern. Her eyes were almost black in comparison to the snow and ice and rock.
“We have an understanding?” His long fingers caressed the stem of the goblet.
“We do,” Quartz said. The wind filled the silence awkwardly. When it was all said and done, it was ironic that the downfall of his wife could be promised in two small words. Not only promised, Quartz was sure, but delivered.
She backed out of the cavern and melted into the night. Huddling into the deep ermine of her cloak, she plodded through deep drifts on the way back to the winter court. Inside the fragile bubble of warmth under her cape, she hugged her arms and turned her mind to the game of how to succeed.
Paradoxical. That’s our Quartz.
Tonight, I’ll put the finishing touches on getting ready for Icon. I’ll be shuttling Jim Hines around this weekend, so expect my bandwith to lower tomorrow. As much as I love my authorly October, I will equally enjoy my writerly November, when I plan to write loads and loads more because I’ll be AT HOME.
I also plan to read the very beginning of Miranda Stockett’s new novel. You’re not jealous now, maybe, but in five years you’re going to remember this, and be totally jealous.