It’s been a weird week, what with revisions and adding a whole heaping pile of word to Bite Me Tender. I can’t say I’ve gotten a whole lot of wordage done, which makes me cranky, which results in this:
I think I got him in the eye, which is awesome, considering I haven’t shot in about 6 months and I can feel it in my left shoulder already after only taking 30 pokes at the little prince. But I feel better now and once I have coffee, I will be FANTASTIC!
So, remember the last time I posted a little Furface for you? And we figured out that Glyn can talk to the werewolves’ wolves? Does it surprise anyone that Glyn’s wolf has an attitude on him that could fill the Grand Canyon?
Glyn leapt off him (Levi), the sudden cramp in his gut at the separation a pale echo of the pain in his heart. He rounded the corner into the hallway at full speed, his bare feet sure on the old wood boards, and raced up the stairs. Hi wolf whined and circled nervously inside him.
Shut the fuck up. I don’t want to talk about it.
He slammed their bedroom door behind him, the bang so loud it hurt his ears.
:That’s very helpful.:
Shut up, wolf.
The wolf sniffed and went silent, but even its silence spoke volumes. It didn’t think Connor was an issue.
Yeah, and I’m going to just leave you with that. This is going to be a fun book. 😀