( Photo credit: _demare.thibaut_ via Foter.com / CC BY-SA )
I’ve seen a lot of the view above this weekend. Yes, the weather’s been nice, but when the words are coming, why would I not take dictation, right? Okay, yes, I did get my regular household chores done yesterday, but still got new words into my manuscript. Yes, I spent two solid hours in the kitchen today, but I still got to write. That makes me happy. I think work is going to be kind of crazy at least the next two days, and possibly longer. My team at the day-job is short-handed at the moment, and vacation season is going to pick up soon, so my writing time may be impacted a bit.
The weather’s been very nice this week, though I haven’t touched the flower bed yet. Maybe next weekend? Today, it was actually hot, which made the kitchen rather unpleasant when I turned the oven on. But dinner was already planned before I knew it would be 85 degrees. The warm weather is probably going to have some of my flowers blooming early. My lilac doesn’t look like the ones below yet, but the buds are much closer to blooming than they should be in the middle of April. I love the smell, though. I actually miss the honeysuckle that used to bloom in the neighbor’s yard in the spring–the scent would waft all over the neighborhood, and it reminds me of my grandma, who used to wear a honeysuckle perfume.
Before I go back to the manuscript, how about a little snippet of tiger shifter?
_______________
But Vivi was climbing into his bed in nothing but a pair of black panties trimmed in grey lace, and looking like he’d kicked her. He yanked at his already-loosened tie and shrugged out of his blazer. By the time he climbed into bed beside her, Vivi had curled up with her eyes closed and her back to him. He rolled onto his side, sliding his hand down her arm to where her hand covered her belly. “I’m sorry, Vivi.”
She made an indistinct sound, and her shoulder jerked a little, the rest of her stiff. He put his face into her hair and inhaled. “I’m not angry at you.” She didn’t say anything. “I’ve been worrying about you being so sick, and with the rogues stirring up more trouble, well, I’m being a dick. I’m sorry.” She exhaled roughly. “And Berdine evidently tried to call her mom earlier and got hung up on for her trouble.” Vivi rolled to face him, startling him. “What?” Outrage flared in her golden eyes. “Mari said she was busy and hung up.” He still wanted to put his fist through a wall, just as he’d wanted to do when India had told him earlier. “Why would she do that to her child? What kind of woman would–” She stopped. “Never mind.” She glared up at him.
Boris smiled and smoothed a wisp of dark hair back from her cheek. “Because she’s selfish.” Vivi looked like she wanted to add something more to his observation, but she pinched her lips together instead. “What did your parents do to you, Vivi?” he asked softly. Her lips parted, and surprise widened her eyes.
________________
So how did you spend your spring weekend? Doing lots of work, or playing hooky to enjoy the new season?