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So, What's Up?

So, what's up with me?

I'm writing a second-chance romance tentatively titled The Second Time Around. My couple in this one were married, with a pre-teen son. (Oh, and I just realized his mother was the only person who wanted them divorced.). Angie was never good enough for her son.

I'm at the halfway point now. I have a few scenes foreshadowed, so I have enough things happening for the next couple of chapters. This is usually the place where I get writer's block.

Here is the last thing I wrote yesterday. (Of course, this is a first draft and I'm still working on this scene. So beware!)

“Not as loud as mine and Matt’s.” Gail glanced over at the desk. “It only got worse when he started playing in college.”

“Oh, I remember that.” Drew laughed, grinning like the boy he used to be. “And I can’t wait to do the same to Jeff and Kelly.”

Laughter rang out, bringing back the past.

Angie was okay with it

 [TS1]Need to show Drew and Matt drinking something, probably just water. 

The hero and his best friend were together in the previous scene and I only had them drinking water in the last few pages of this scene. It's a library. I'll fix the problem before moving on to the next scene. Yes, I try to write the entire first draft before doing any editing. But sometimes I need to stop and fix noticeable problems. My character won't shut up until I do. Sometimes those people drive me completely bunkers. 

I rewrote the first few pages a few times already. (Like I said, completely bunkers.)

This scene also foreshadows one of the upcoming scenes, Angie's and Drew's son's football game. That scene will be a fun one to write, I'm thinking.

Oh, and don't forget about my latest release, Benefits of Friendship.


 

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