It’s been a long week at the Evil Day Job, so when my boss offered to let me shut down a little early yesterday, I closed the work laptop off at 3:30 and opened my personal laptop. I knew I was close to finishing The Billionaire Submissive — I only had 3 sketched out scenes to go. In the end, I managed to combine two of them into one for double duty, smoothed out the connection (since I already had the ending written), wrote the epilogue, and YAY SNOOPY DANCE!!!
The first draft was done! 75K.
But then I was reading over it later last night and realized I had one scene penciled in (017B) that never got completed. Boo. I was working on it last night rather late, because Princess was going to be out late at a pool party. I went to bed near midnight when she texted me that she was safely installed at her friend’s house for the night and went to bed. I hadn’t finished the scene yet, and I didn’t have that killer last line I like to try and do for each scene or chapter, that little hook to keep pulling you along, but I was too tired to stay up.
Unfortunately, within an hour I was up again with the most brutal, wretched headache I’ve ever had. Ironically, while lying there waiting for the spasm in the back of my head/neck area to stop, I got the hook/line I needed. Since I couldn’t get comfortable anyway, I got up and sat on my heating pad for awhile and typed out the last few lines of that scene.
[The headache is hard to describe but it’s definitely muscular, though not a typical muscle spasm. It’s more the back of my head than my neck. I didn’t pull anything and I don’t think anything’s out. It just suddenly got tight and then went from bad to worse. Very probably stress related and long hours on the story this week after hours didn’t help any. And don’t suggest chiropractors because just the thought makes me want to throw up. I can’t bear the cracking sounds and electric shock gives me the heebie-jeebies too.]
The heating pad didn’t help. In fact, it made it worse. I swear I could feel the blood pounding in my head. So I tried an ice pack and eventually dozed off with ice on my neck. I don’t know what time it was when I woke up and went back to bed, but I was stupid foggy enough I forgot to plug my phone in on the bedside table (something I do every night).
The headache is better this morning but the tendons and muscles on the back of my skull are sore and tender today. My head still feels like a hollowed out egg shell. So unfortunately, we cancelled the trip to the fair. I just couldn’t face walking around in heat, trying to hold my head up.
I’ve sat here on my heating pad today and completed the first read through. I’ve removed all the [notes], smoothed sentences, connected scenes, etc. and made myself cry. *grins* Always a good sign.
With the new scene from last night, the book is just under 76K.
Interested beta readers can drop me an email (joelysueburkhart AT gmail DOT com) if you’d like a first look before I do the final editing pass and send it to my editor.
Snippet: These are the few lines I added last night to that missing scene while waiting on the headache to abate.
Donovan opened the back door of the Jag but she took one look at the leather seats and grabbed the dog’s collar before he could jump into the car. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
I can’t wait until she can grab and control me like that. Donovan had to drag his gaze away with a brutal shake. Idiot. Jealous of a dog. “Of course it’s a good idea. We’ll have a very very good time.”
She heard the thickness in his voice and her lips twitched. “Are you sure? Maybe I should just stay here and get to work on your design for the windows.”
“Don’t you dare tease me like that, Miss Harrison.”
“All right, Mr. Morgan. But Hank rides in the front with me between my knees.”
Donovan muttered, “Lucky dog.”