So if you haven’t seen yet, there’s a new pretty little picture on the right side of my blog. On Friday I crossed the 50,000 word mark on my second November WIP. It’s not done, nor is the first, but after Sunday it’s pretty close. So I made it in 7 days. I have no idea how, and would not ever recommend starting on a brand new novel in the middle of November if winning NaNoWriMo is your goal. But the rush sure was fun.

So yesterday, Anastasia V. Pergakis hosted a 10k in a day blogfest. The goal was…well…to write 10k words. I watched the twitter festivities around it, but didn’t participate. It crashed my web browser 😛 And while I didn’t get 10k written, I did add another 5k or so, bringing my current total up to right around 60k. (plus 28k on the original, temporarily abandoned story).

So if you have a moment, make sure you click back to the original and comment on everyone elses snippets when they’re posted. And I know I promised no more snippets of my WIP’s, but this is part of the rules, so I’m obligated ^_^ (blogfest and all that ;-).

I have no idea how Zander became an ass, but the character leaped onto the page this way and I adore him for it.

Contagion

Kenzie moved to stand off to the side of him. Not enough to block the view of the TV, but enough to make her presence known. She held out her hand. “Hey. Sorry you had to track me down at home. You should have texted me or something. We could have met up later.”

Zander finally focused his attention on her. Well…she didn’t know if focused was the right word. His gaze kept drifting back to the TV. He stood and shook her hand. “Yeah, I don’t really do that. I’m fond of things like punctuation and complete sentences and verbal communication.”

She didn’t miss the snide in his tone, and something inside reacted. She suppressed it though. That asshole thought he was better than her. He had no idea that not only was this the first class she’d ever failed, she was only at school thanks to a generous academic scholarship. She bit back the urge to let her intellectual side take control of the conversation. “I hear that works for some people. Should we figure out how this is going to work?”

He finally turned his attention to her, eyes never leaving her face. “I have finals right now, too. I’m doing this as a favor to your professor. We’ll study on my schedule, and you’ll make time because you’re the one who screwed up. You’ve already eaten into half an hour of the first session with verbally jacking someone off or whatever you were doing in your bedroom. So we should probably get started.”

Anger and embarrassment screamed through her veins and she felt her cheeks grow hot. “You arrogant-”

He held up a hand, pressing a finger to her lips. “You need me to pass. I don’t need you for anything but brownie points.”