July 04, 2003
Excerpt
I didn't have much time to write this morning, since we're going to a cookout here shortly, but I wanted to write at least a little bit, if only to keep up my streak. ;)
After finishing a pretty intense scene with my villain, I switched back to Alex and her two year old sister, introduced in an earlier scene. What came out amused me, so I thought I'd post a bit of it:
"Go out?" Callie said hopefully, for what felt like the hundredth time that morning.
Alex sighed, her patience wearing thin. "No, honey, we have to stay inside today because of my hurt arm." Well, it was almost true. Alex didn't dare stray too far from home with her sister, for fear that she'd run into another of the Prince's men.
Callie looked at the bandage on Alex's arm with a two year old's skepticism and sounded dubious as she asked, "Alex owie?" Clearly, she wasn't buying it. Of course, she hadn't bought it the first ninety-nine times either.
"That's right, Callie," Alex tried to sound as soothing as she could, recognizing the signs of an impending tantrum. "When I'm all better, we'll go to the park."
That was a miscalculation. Callie wailed, "Paaaaaaaaark!" It was followed by another rousing chorus of "Go out!" as she burst into tears.
Yielding to the inevitable, Alex winced slightly and kept out of the path of Hurricane Callie for a few minutes, when over the cries and whining she heard a knock on the door. Grateful for the distraction, she went to look through the peephole--but not before stopping by the kitchen and pulling a knife from the cabinet.
Well, I amused myself, anyway. ;)
