Day One of vacation from the Evil Day Job:
Made it to Kaldi’s this morning and began working on the next section shortly after 9 am. Two cups of coffee and one section down. Moving into Quinn’s POV next. I think I might need one last brief “tie up” resolution section after that, a sort of breather after the high action. I’m not sure how the sections will fall into place in the existing first draft yet, but I’ll figure that out in revision.
Short and sweet section, only 655 words, but high action.
The front of his shirt moved and wiggled like a rat had crawled down his collar. He screamed louder, higher, and the pulsing mass rose sharply from his chest. Firecrackers went off and a bucket of hot, thick fluid splashed her face.
Gagging, she wiped her eyes and spat, trying to get the thick, foul stuff out of her mouth.
Her brain chittered like a birdcage of frantic, fluttering birds.
With horrible fascination, she turned and watched the lump float into the creature’s hand.
Throbbing so hard it jerked and fought the creature’s grip, the hunk of meat still squirted red from dangling veins.
A yawning pit of darkness opened beneath her feet, and this time, Tara flung herself into oblivion gladly. I don’t want to be conscious when it takes my heart.