
So far this break I've been doing a whole lot of TV watching, which is unusual for me. But
c'mon, it's the
Olympics! Gotta scream and cheer for ma peeps (yep, when on break, my intelligence level drops dramatically). For you Canadians in the crowd, did you watch Alexandre
Bilodeau win the first gold in Freestyle Skiing Men’s Moguls? Oh man, I did! It was amazing! My whole family started blubbering.
Anyway, my writing has been going alright so far. I've been pretty busy, so I haven't reached the numbers I'd hoped for. But that's okay =) I'm still stuck on this one scene, which I plan on tackling today. I'll update you later on how the battle goes.
Now, I decided I'm going to try something different today. I thought I'd post a snippet of my story! How's that sound?
Chapter One
1818
Kitty was ready to kill someone, damn the consequences. If one more middle aged, powdered and pampered
gentleman groped her bottom, she was going to go find the nearest vase and smash it over his pink, balding head.
Shooting her newest groper a withering look, she fluffed out her skirts in an attempt to dislodge his slimy hand. But rather than let go, his grip tightened, squeezing one cheek painfully. It was going to be blue tomorrow, she was sure of it.
“
Sir, remove your hand or I shall be forced to remove it for you.”
Instead of cowering in fear as she’d hoped, the pudgy man grinned, showing a full set of yellowing teeth. “Is that so, love?”
Clenching her jaw, she took a covert step sideways. Hiding behind one of the ballroom’s pillars to escape the snide gazes of the
ton no longer seemed like such a good idea. Silly her for thinking she’d ever get a moment of peace to herself. After four and twenty years she should have known better. Someone like her
didn’t deserve quiet moments.
“Yes, that is so,” she ground out.
He sidled up beside her, close enough that she could see the pimples peeking out from beneath caked on powder. “I’ll take my chances.”
Sighing in annoyance, she glanced up at the ceiling. For what, she
didn’t know. Divine intervention, perhaps? But no, the pudgy cherubs depicted above remained frozen in all their naked glory, grinning down at her in mischief.
Guess it was up to her to rescue herself from this blasted situation.
Again.
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So what do you think?