Writing’s still hard, but 2k a day is still relatively reasonable most of the time as long as I break it up into a couple of chunks. Sometimes I can sit down and write it in one go, but other times I need to break it into two 1k sessions or maybe a 1k and two 500 word sessions. Anyway, it’s kind of working at the moment.
I think I’m spending way too long in the first act of this story, so there’s definitely going to be some trimming done during edits. I’d almost expected the love interest, Mathias, and the protagonist, Selene, to have gone out on their first date by now, but that’s coming up relatively soon so not all is lost.
I finally introduced Selene’s aunt–well, her uncle’s ex-wife to be more precise–and I absolutely adore her. She’s also one of the few out LGBT characters Selene knows at the moment, though there are more to come later in this story and later on in subsequent books… assuming I don’t end up hating this one too much to finish however many books the story will need in the end. We’ll see.
Anyway, excerpt. Aunt Livia is a doctor who specialises in treating werewolves. Selene’s had a particularly rough full moon.
“You were unconscious for longer than usual,” Livia said. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I’ve spent the last several hours trying to do calculus.” I’d never done calculus before and I had no idea what it was, but it sounded hard. The kind of thing Connor would probably enjoy doing.
My foot sparked with pain as soon as she touched it. “Looks like the pain meds have had enough of you for today.”
“I’m amazed they were still there at all when I woke up.”
“I kept topping you up. No need for you to wake up screaming.”
“That’s just a hobby of mine.”
Livia tightened the bandage around my foot and left it peeking out from the sheets. Just as well it wasn’t super cold in the mornings yet. She shone a torch in my eyes and did various other annoying tests.
“You’re taking a while to bounce back,” she said. “Stay in bed as long as you feel you need to.”
Livia just stared steadily down at me. “Within reason.”
“You’re no fun.”
“I’m trying to get you better so you can have some real fun.”
“Your idea of real fun involves me socialising with people in public. Which is disgusting.”
Livia’s lips quirked a little bit. “Connor was moaning about this last night. Once he’d stopped worrying for a few seconds.”
“Connor is a freak of nature.”
“I can feel the sisterly love washing over me.”
“This is how I show my affection, Liv.”
“You’re like a nicer, mouthier version of your uncle.”
“Yeah, I’m getting that a lot. Great for my self-esteem, considering you divorced the guy.”
“There were… several reasons why our marriage didn’t work. Personality clashes were only one of them.” Livia passed me the glass of water on my bedside table. “Remind me to introduce you to my girlfriend sometime.”
“You’ve been holding out on me,” I said around the rim of my glass.
“Totally by accident, I promise. We don’t see each other all that often, you know.”
“I am drowning in heterosexuals, Liv. Throw me a life preserver. Please.”