The laundry, the writer and the timer they both used

I wrote 8500 words last weekend. I decided to sit and write my story for the JOURNEY project and get the first draft done after weeks of excuses. I did write, but other stories, so I wasn't procrastinating. I was avoiding the story that I should have been writing. The reasons for the avoidance are many, but let's just say that writing a story where grief is the main theme just after my mother passed away, was not going to be easy and I dreaded that. But I did it.

Before I get into the how of that, a small laundry lesson. My washing machine beeps when it has finished the program I had chosen for that load. I use that as my timer. I don't have to watch the clock or worry about how much time or how many words I still have to do. I write, and the washing machine's beeps will call time for a session. Since the lengths of the programs vary according to the load, how many rinse and spin cycles I chose, etc., I can use that to suit my energy levels.

Mid-morning will require a shorter cycle since I have to watch my blood sugar and eat at predetermined intervals. After I had something to eat, I can select laundry that requires a longer cycle. While this might be weird to you, it helped me to write a story that I had to write, but had been avoiding. With a deadline (that I set) not too far away, I had to make a plan to force myself to do this. And here is how I did that:

Saturday - it was short before 11 am, and I had to have a meal at about 12 pm. I went through my laundry basket and chose light fabrics, of mixed colours - typically clothes I would wear to work that won't get dirty because my job is mostly office based. Cycle = 40 minutes.

I started writing at 10h56. I didn't hear the machine beep because of music playing on my computer and the air-conditioner running in the passage outside my home office. I stopped at 11h57 and managed to get from 466 to 1651 words in that time.

The scene was emotionally draining, and I felt tired, so I took a long break. Took care of the laundry, had lunch, took some time to play with the dogs and got back to my computer at 13h39. I had another load of laundry ready but this time, the cycle was 1hr and 35min.

Again I stopped at 14h49 and managed to get to 2921 words. I was beginning to see a pattern that had nothing to do with the story. I could sit and write for about an hour before I had to get up and move around because of a back problem. I had noticed this before (also at work) but never really paid attention until I had this story to write. Okay, now I could work around that too.

Saturday evening I added a few more words and went to bed with 4527 words written. Not bad for a day where I had multiple tasks to do and had a story to write.

The requirements for the story are a minimum of 9000 words, so I was aiming towards that. This was the basic story, I would have to do a lot of editing, but this minimum target was not a bad place to aim for.

On Sunday my husband and I had our usual breakfast out, so I could only start writing again once we were back home a few minutes before 10 am. I didn't do much laundry, except some underwear because I was running low. Since I now knew that my body could handle being still for an hour at a time, I could work with that without worrying about the clock or my word count.

Here is how my Sunday went:

10h07 to 10h49 - I added another 858 words.

By 12h03 I had 6042 words in the story.

14h23 - 6451 words

14h34 - 6663 words

16h35 - 7485 words

16h50 - 7751 words

17h01 - 7984 words

17h31 - 8455 words

18h11 - 8975 words

As you might guess, I wasn't writing continuously, but that was okay. I had been able to consistently add words to my story until I felt the story was done. The above info I wrote down on a piece of paper next to my computer. This habit of mine to keep track of my words helps me to keep going.

Yes, my story is not 9000 words, but it will require more words to paint the complete picture that I want for my readers.

Don't misunderstand me - I cannot do this every weekend. I have other obligations most weekends, and I was utterly exhausted afterwards. So much so that at work on Monday I was having a hard time focusing. This it not the most number of words I have written over a weekend. If memory serves, I have done more than 10 000 words for NaNoWriMo one year.

These 8500 words came at a high emotional price for me, but having read the story afterwards (not ready for editing yet) I feel it could it be a story worth publishing. Let's hope my writers' group agree otherwise I will have to come up with a new idea - and soon!

The Friendship Affair

Not all long lasting marriages are happy. But what do you do if divorce is not an option?

University friends, Stephanie and Nick, meet again after twenty years. But life has not been easy or simple for either of them. Will this friendship affair stand a chance against reality?

 

CHAPTER 7

They met the following Sunday afternoon at the coffee shop.

“How has your week been?”

“Rough, but I managed. Yours?”

Nick smiled at the memory of his kids' visit two days earlier. “Splendid actually. Work was busy as usual.”

Stephanie pointed to his mouth. “That smile tells me there is more.”

A few minutes later she was laughing with him.

“Sounds like your children want you to be happy.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I think so too.”

They finished their coffee and decided to go for a walk in the fairy garden. They didn't go to the cottage but stayed on the public paths.

There were more people in the garden, some even with dogs or baby strollers out to get a breather from the heat.

They didn't talk much, each lost in their own thoughts.

He wondered what she would say to a change in their relationship. The more time he spent with her, the more he wanted to kiss her, hold her, make love to her. And yet something was holding him back. She was not like the others. They were friends and he wanted that connection to stay.

Maybe it was people always saying that you lose the friend if you gain the lover.

He watched the sun sprinkle highlights in her red-brown hair, and wondered why they hadn't been lovers all those years ago. She was highly intelligent and beautiful on top of that. They were almost the same age, and yet time had been her friend when he compared her to other women of his era.

When the path might a tight turn, they were almost enclosed by trees and shrubs in their own little world.

He caught her looking at him.

“Will you—”

He cut her words off by sealing his lips to hers.

And then the world exploded in an array of colours and flavours.

* * *

Stephanie caught herself smiling at the oddest moments. Even her oldest friend knew something was up when they met for lunch on Monday.

While Denise knew about her husband, Stephanie never told anyone about the affairs, fearing her friend's censure and loss of friendship.

With a great deal of effort, Stephanie managed to get through lunch without making a fool of herself.

Neither did she tell Denise about meeting up with him again. She too knew him at uni, might even have dated him once or twice. But Nick was her secret. Something she didn't want to share with friends and family. Her own happiness.

Stephanie stopped in her tracks. Happiness?

When was the last time she felt something even remotely resembling that emotion?

She opened the door to the building of her afternoon appointment. After signing in at security, she got into the elevator.

Many people returned after going out for lunch and the car stopped at every floor. She stood at the back and watched the numbers of the floors slowly roll over.

Her cheeks heated with the memory of the kiss in the garden. She touched her lips remembering the way his moved and teased hers. Even her body recalled its heated reaction.

Nick wanted to be lovers, he made that clear, but he didn't kiss with sex on his brain. There was desire, and heat, which they shared once she got over the shock of that first touch. She wanted him too. All because of a kiss that made her happy. Happy? Could a kiss do that? How could he do that?

The floor number rolled around that woke her mind to the reality of getting back to work.

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Linzé's Mischief: 21 February 2016

It has just gone past 7 pm and I am exhausted. I set myself the target to sit and write the first draft of Galen's Hope this weekend. I have been coming up with excuses for weeks now and on Friday, I decided that enough is enough. So I kept my notes close, the box of tissues closer and I wrote the story.

Yesterday was bad. I had to do the scenes where Galen's found out that his entire family was killed, except his sister. Then he had to watch her die. Man, it was exhausting. I was crying so much my nose started bleeding. I also seemed to have a burst vein in one eye, although that could have been from the pressure test the optometrist did on Friday. The crying probably made it worse, but yeah, it wasn't fun.

Today's scenes were as emotional but the story was not an easy one to write. I have asked for people to read it to see if the story works. If not, there is still enough time for me to do another one before the JOURNEY project's deadline.

But it's done and I am not going to touch it for a few weeks before editing it.

On a lighter note, I have started editing another story for my blog - The Billionaire Baritone. It is a sweet romance that will soon grace the pages of the Broomstick.

On that note, people have been saying that the links to early chapters of The Friendship Affair were not working. Since I have not had such difficulties, I also published the chapters (already available on my blog) to Wattpad. Now you can read them in order. You can also follow me on Wattpad to get the latest instalment right away.

Look out for several reviews coming over the next few weeks. And they are not just romance novels, I promise.

You might have seen the post about my mother's passing a few weeks ago. In there I mentioned her love for cross-stitch. My dad gave me all my mom's embroidery stuff and the finished projects. I have been pondering what to do with them since the colour schemes of the various designs she had done do not fit my home.

Then I got the idea to make a quilt - a couch cover really - and to use them in such a way that they will blend in with the colour scheme of my living room. So my project for the upcoming winter will be to make the quilt. I have done it before, but this will be a challenge of a different kind. Will keep you posted.

I am going to get some coffee, put my feet up and read the next Embroidery Mystery by Amanda Lee, Cross-stitch before dying ( loving the series!)

Until next time!

The Friendship Affair

Not all long lasting marriages are happy. But what do you do if divorce is not an option?

University friends, Stephanie and Nick, meet again after twenty years. But life has not been easy or simple for either of them. Will this friendship affair stand a chance against reality?

CHAPTER 6

“Hey, Dad. What's up?”

Nick smiled at his youngest holding out a beer to him while she sipped her soft drink.

“I am good. So how was the last official day of school?”

“Surprising,” she replied. “I thought I would be ecstatic, but there is a lingering sadness too. Too weird.”

He nodded. “I get that. It is a phase of your life that will soon be over. I think it's okay to feel a little sadness about that.”

Lindie curled her legs up on the chair. “I guess.”

She took a long drink and pointed the bottle top at him. “So what are you going to do?”

“What do you mean? I will still be here.”

“You should get married again. Then you won't be so alone all the time.”

He almost snorted beer through his nose. Luckily most of it went down the right hole. After wiping his nose with a handkerchief, he eyed the young woman. When did she grow up on him?

“Did your brothers put you up to this?”

She grinned. “Nah, but we all agree.”

“Agree on what?” two more, deeper, voices echoed.

After a lot of hugging and teasing, the younger men settled down and popped their beers. Both having detoured through the kitchen on their way to the outside patio. Neither lived at home, but they always seemed to pop in at the right, or was it wrong, time.

“Dad needs to get married again,” Lindie supplied the belated answer.

The guys tapped their bottle necks together and took a long swallow.

Ñick swallowed around the tightness in his throat. He was so proud of them. Gary and Albert both went to university on scholarships for which they had worked their butts off, saying that he should save his money for their sister. Lindie wanted to go to medical school, and scholarships were rarely awarded to students right out of high school. The boys went into engineering, albeit different disciplines.

“Yeah, Dad. You have been taking care of us all this time. It is time to find someone of your own again.”

“I thought you should have done so years ago, but now you cannot use us as an excuse anymore,” the cheeky chirp came from his other side.

He coughed, even though he had nothing in his mouth. “Why this sudden matchmaking scheme?”

The three siblings laughed together, but it faded into the quiet Friday afternoon. “We know how tough it has been to raise us after our mother had left, but we thought to tell you that we are okay with you getting married again.”

Still trying to get over the shock, he stared at his children. They were laughing and joking about something else, but he simply watched their faces. They were all technically adults, but his eyes had opened to the incredible people his children had become.

Too bad their mother would never see that. Even though he had tried to make their marriage work, it had been clear that she had no interest in doing the same. Lindie had barely been a week old when Lena packed her bags and asked for a divorce.

He had never told them where she was, although they had only kept in contact out of necessity.

He smiled when the youngest and oldest conned the middle one into getting everyone another round. Yeah, they turned out more than just alright.

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I need your help...for a character

Synopsis: Juliana needs a man that has some adventure in his blood. She meets Ryland on her way home, but does not see his face. She becomes intimately acquainted with his hands though. To preserve the mystery and the excitement of their public affair, she never tries to look at him when he touches her on the crowded bus.

My Intimate Stranger is the first in a trilogy of two people who embark on the sexual relationship adventure of a lifetime.

My challenge to you: I need an occupation for Ryland.

He has to have the kind of job where a regular bus ride would not be out of character, even if it's not an everyday occurrence. It has to be the kind of job my readers will associate with an adventurous, confident man in his early thirties.

Juliana is a forensic accountant the same age as Ryland. Her confidence and adventurous spirit are reflected in the story in the way she dresses and wears her hair.

Share your answer in the comments below and remember to leave a way (one link will suffice) for me to contact you (email, blog URL, Facebook page or Twitter handle). I will choose an answer I think will work best for the story and give the winner a discount coupon for a free download of my erotic romance ebook, Their+1.

The competition closes on the 14th. I will announce the winner on the 15th on my blog and my Facebook page.

I look forward to your suggestions!

Linzé

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The Friendship Affair

Not all long lasting marriages are happy. But what do you do if divorce is not an option?

University friends, Stephanie and Nick, meet again after twenty years. But life has not been easy or simple for either of them. Will this friendship affair stand a chance against reality?  

CHAPTER 5

Stephanie knew she was running late, but had warned Nick of the possibility earlier in the day. The meeting had taken longer than usual since the client had misplaced an invoice she had needed to calculate the VAT.

She rushed forward a few steps, then stopped to consult her tablet for his directions.

Five minutes later, she stopped again, this time, to admire the view.

Like the week before, she couldn't believe this place existed.

A tiny cottage, hidden from view in the fairy garden. She had passed several people on the main path.

“For a secret, this place was popular,” she muttered to herself.

Only when she reached the fifth bench situated on the left-hand side of the path did she pause to look around. Once she was sure she was alone, she quickly stepped off the path and slipped into the trees behind the bench.

The trees and bushes were denser, but it wasn't too difficult to find the overgrown footpath.

He was waiting at the entrance.

“Glad you made it.”

She ran a hand through her hair, pulling out a few leaves that were caught in her curls.

“Me too.”

He waved a hand to his left. “Shall we?”

They walked a few meters away from the cottage into a small clearing.

“A picnic?”

“Had to offer you at least something to drink in this heat. Make yourself comfortable.”

While the pencil skirt wasn't exactly suited for casual wear, she managed to sit down on the blanket without making a fool of herself. Of course, holding his hand had helped. That was after she almost let go when she felt an electric current sizzle up her arm.

She only relaxed when it appeared that he hadn't noticed.

After making himself comfortable, he reached into a cooler camouflaged as a backpack and pulled out a bottle with two long stemmed glasses.

Her eyebrows rose. “Are we celebrating something?”

The bottle opened with a pshh.

“Yep,” he replied as he poured and handed her the first glass.

Bubbles tickled her nose when she smelled it.

“Sparkling apple juice. How appropriate.”

He grinned. “Can't have you drinking during working hours now, can I?”

He touched his glass to hers. “I ended it with Danielle.”

She took a sip of the refreshing juice. It was better than anything she had had before. Or maybe it was the surroundings.

“Why? I thought you kissed and made up after the previous time.”

He reached into the backpack and pulled out a prepackaged platter with cheeses and an assortment of crackers beautifully arranged around slices of apples and pears.

Waiting until she had helped herself, he leaned back against a tree trunk.

“I found someone better to spend my time with.”

Nick's words followed her the rest of the week.
When she was updating the books for her clients, or doing the laundry or shopping, it was as if he was haunting her. Not in a bad way, but somehow his presence was everywhere.
When she called the hospital, a sense of guilty relief enveloped her, when the nurse reported that “he was not having a good day”. Those good days were becoming less and less frequent.
She sighed after thanking the woman.
In the beginning, she naively thought that he would remember her and be the man she had married. Now she called first. It was painful to see him as lifeless as a dummy, or so aggressive that she often feared he would hurt her.
Shaking her head to let go of the depressing thoughts, Stephanie poured herself some iced tea and got back to work.

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~ Next week: Chapter 6