Truth be told, I haven't been writing on my main WiP, Dark One's Mistress, for a while. Tinkering would be a more appropriate word. Opening the file and staring at the pages for ages only to add a word or two ... now that is probably the most accurate description of what I've been doing for the last few weeks. Despite my plotting, despite my best attempts to push forward, DOM has been sitting at just below 38k for what feels like forever.
But not anymore! It broke the 40k mark this morning.
That is because, over the last few days, I have added about 2,500 words to it. That's not a typo, people. 2,500! And a large chunk of that was in the last two days. And I'm still adding more, even as I type this, I keep hopping back to write more.
Needless to say, I've been over the moon about it. Over the moon! ^_^ These are the difficult chapters for my Main Character, the lead up to the final conflict.
But I know, if it keeps up at this pace, I'm going to burn myself out.
On top of that, and partly the reason I wasn't getting anywhere with DOM, I've added 6k to a bits'n'pieces file I have for Anubis' Handmaiden. It's mostly in the free-plotting stage, which leads to things being moved, being rewritten or thrown out altogether. I love the 'is it doable?' feeling of such a stage (the answer is yes, yes it is).
But included in all the half-baked plotting is about 2,000 words (one a near-complete chapter, the other a partial) that I'm both a little afraid to keep and thrilled to have completed. Let me say this about them: I was never a young adult writer, but I was a little shocked at how quickly I typed up those 2,000-something words. Here's an excerpt from it:
She rose from the bed, her nightgown whispering with each movement. One hand slid up his bare chest. Hard. Strong. A warrior's build. The heat of the desert sands rolled off his skin. A faint, hot scent hung in the air that had nothing to do with the incense. She looked up into those golden eyes. "An offering then?"
His gaze dropped from her face, a faint smile touching his lips. “Merit,” he breathed. Fingers, strong and sure, ran over her shoulders. The thin straps of her nightgown fell away at his touch, chill fabric tumbling to the carpet. His hands slid across her body. Tenderly running through her hair as he tipped her head back. Grazing softly over her breasts. He kissed her neck, the fur of his muzzle tickling.
Of course, working on Anubis' Handmaiden does lead me to wonder what genre best defines it. And that is hard. I mean, there is no Semi-Historic Fantasy Partially-Paranormal Romance section, is there?