Showing posts with label progress. Show all posts
Showing posts with label progress. Show all posts
Monday, March 7, 2011
Progress Report
10:20 PM | 
Posted by
A.J. Originals |
Wow, I didn't realize just how long it'd been since I'd done one. Maybe getting back on track?
Current Project -
Previous Word Count - 5304
Current Word Count - 5625
Today's Sentence: The alcohol was getting to her, she thought, but still, she wanted nothing more than to drift off to sleep just like this.
Current Project -
Previous Word Count - 5304
Current Word Count - 5625
Today's Sentence: The alcohol was getting to her, she thought, but still, she wanted nothing more than to drift off to sleep just like this.
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Friday, February 25, 2011
The Progress Report
Current Project -
Previous Word Count - 5058
Current Word Count - 5304
Today's Sentence: His kisses were hot, open-mouthed and sensual, and they allowed her to feel his every moan and sigh and grunt against her lips.
Previous Word Count - 5058
Current Word Count - 5304
Today's Sentence: His kisses were hot, open-mouthed and sensual, and they allowed her to feel his every moan and sigh and grunt against her lips.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Progress Report
Current Project -
Previous Word Count: 4957
Current Word Count: 5058
Today's Sentence: This was the last chance to back out, and they both knew it.
Previous Word Count: 4957
Current Word Count: 5058
Today's Sentence: This was the last chance to back out, and they both knew it.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Progress Report
Current Project -
Previous Word Count: 4515
Current Word Count: 4957
Today's Sentence: Candace had to climb half on top of him to reach into her nightstand drawer, where a nearly full box of condoms hid.
Previous Word Count: 4515
Current Word Count: 4957
Today's Sentence: Candace had to climb half on top of him to reach into her nightstand drawer, where a nearly full box of condoms hid.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Progress Report
Current Project -
Previous Word Count: 4263
Current Word Count: 4515
Today's Sentence: The heady, weightless sensation spread from his hot mouth outward, to fingers and toes, zinging straight up her spine and making her dizzy.
Previous Word Count: 4263
Current Word Count: 4515
Today's Sentence: The heady, weightless sensation spread from his hot mouth outward, to fingers and toes, zinging straight up her spine and making her dizzy.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Progress Report
Current Project -
Previous Word Count: 3971
Current Word Count: 4263
Today's Sentence: Candace thought he was leaning in for a kiss, but instead, he sank to his knees before her, and with a quick jerk of her hips, drew her to the edge of the bed.
Previous Word Count: 3971
Current Word Count: 4263
Today's Sentence: Candace thought he was leaning in for a kiss, but instead, he sank to his knees before her, and with a quick jerk of her hips, drew her to the edge of the bed.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Progress Report
Alas, no progress today. I got all sucked up by fanfic. I knew I should have written some before bed last night.
#fail
#fail
Saturday, February 19, 2011
A New Concept
Watching the movie Julie & Julia today, I got inspired. I'm not cooking my way through a monster book of recipes, but I am undertaking my own endeavor - and it always helps to have some kind of accountability.
So, starting today, I am going to report my daily progress on my original projects.
Current Project -
Previous Word Count: 3540
New Word Count: 3971
Stellar achievement, right? ;) But we'll see what happens if I'm working on it every day.
And so that the daily report will be interesting for you, I'm going to share one sentence from the work each day.
Today's Sentence: Without speaking, Spencer reached for the tie that held her dress closed and he pulled it easily, drawing the ribbon away from her body like a string being pulled from her heart.
So, starting today, I am going to report my daily progress on my original projects.
Current Project -
Previous Word Count: 3540
New Word Count: 3971
Stellar achievement, right? ;) But we'll see what happens if I'm working on it every day.
And so that the daily report will be interesting for you, I'm going to share one sentence from the work each day.
Today's Sentence: Without speaking, Spencer reached for the tie that held her dress closed and he pulled it easily, drawing the ribbon away from her body like a string being pulled from her heart.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
What I'm Working on Now
Here's a tiny preview of what I'm working on right now:
“I'll give you two hundred dollars to take that man home with you and seduce him,” Lorrie challenged.
'That man' was leaning against the bar, a rumpled combination of sex-on-legs and don't-give-a-fuck. Yeah, he was definitely seduction-worthy.
Candace took a quiet moment to curse her friend to the depths of hell for putting the thought into her head. This wasn't unusual. Lorrie took every opportunity to goad her, knowing Candace's crippling shyness would keep her nursing a drink in the corner of whatever bar or club they happened to be visiting.
Deep down, Candace knew her friend was only trying to help, albeit in her own warped way, but offering bribes was a new low. Lorrie was the only person in the world who knew how much Candace struggled financially – aside from all the financial institutions that rejected her, anyway. It was bad enough that Lorrie bought all the drinks. Bad enough that she'd spent five years and over a hundred grand obtaining a useless degree. Bad enough that she was living on Ramen and PBJ's. Taunting her with the prospet of cash was just mean.
“Oh, c'mon, Candy. Talking to men isn't that bad, and a good lay would help with all that anxiety you carry around. Just look at that man, for goodness' sake.”
“Don't call me Candy. It makes me sound like a stripper.” Of course, she was already looking, studying the specimen in question. She was surprised Lorrie had even noticed him – he was without question Candace's type. Lorrie liked muscles, lots of them, and All-American looks. This guy was tall and lean and scruffy, and Candace was intrigued. Of course she was. The way his grey T-shirt hugged his chest and arms pretty much guaranteed her attention. But she only knew how to let men come to her, and even that left her sweaty-palmed and flustered.
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