Update: Hits Different – Part 29
Novel Release: Fool Me Twice, Book 2

Special Saturday update to make up for missing last night. I was working on a chapter of These Small Hours all day and it was just being super cranky (mostly because I was cranky for unrelated reasons) and then the Phillies were on and the game lasted a little longer than I thought it would. So I’m here tonight to make up for it 😛

Hours is making great progress! I wrote 3 chapters on Thursday, and 2 more today. I just finished Chapter 43, which leaves me with 7 chapters and an epilogue left in this first draft. I really feel like with Act 3, I’ve worked out some kinks in the plot. I was always a little vague on the Russians and relationship with the drug ring at GH (which, to be fair, the show really sucked at making clear) and I think I’ve really nailed it down in these last few chapters. I’m looking forward to going back and edits and making it stronger. Plus, I think I’ve been influenced by recent events on GH and where we’re hoping Jason’s return story goes.

I’m back to work on Monday, but my content is already prepped. All that’s left are some small pieces for my Seminar class and posting my lesson plans. But baseball back and so are my family Sundays — I go to my parents for the games which start at 1:3o my time and hang out down there.

Seems crazy that we’re already in April! See you Monday night, and I’m going to leave you with a short exchange from a recent chapter of These Small Hours that was absolutely not in the outline, but well —

Carly sniffed, then got to her feet, stalked out of the kitchen. Jason followed her to the door, but before she left, she spun and glared at Elizabeth. “I’m not still in love with him, you know. But I still really hate you.”

Elizabeth shot her the finger. “The feeling’s mutual, sweetheart.”

Carly scowled, started towards her. Jason grabbed her arm, pulled the door open, and shoved her towards it. “Go home, Carly. You come back before I say you can, and that’s the last time I’ll ever talk to you.”

“But—”

He slammed the door on her face and looked back at Elizabeth. “You had to get the last word, didn’t you?”

“Absolutely did.” Elizabeth came over to him, slapped the ice pack against his chest. “Problem with that?”