So far this week I’ve only worked on my writing for half an hour. I’ve powered through editing of A More Complicated Fairytale and am now at another point where I need to write a bit of new material to link up various scenes at the end. I did sketch out which scenes need to be done the other day, so now it’s just a case of not being a lazybones. And avoiding people at work who insist on asking me what I’m writing (like it’s changed since last time?). I’ve kinda sucked at my sponsor duties for Sunday’s round of check-ins, I probably only made it to about half of them. I kept saying I would get to it, and now Wednesday has snuck up on me! I will endeavour to visit the people I missed for this check-in, though. That is what I did when I missed someone before, and it made me feel better.
Anyhoo, onto WIPpet Wednesday funtimes! I’ve got 17 lines for you this week (today being the 17th) but we’re going much earlier on in the story than we’ve been for the past few weeks. Prince Felipe has only recently been admitted to the hospital, and due to the nature of his injuries, hasn’t been allowed to move about much at all. Finally, though, he’s told he can go out in a wheelchair and get some fresh air. This dialogue takes place the first time they go outside.
“So, Cait, how many proposals of marriage have you received since you’ve been here?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I know what these are men would be like, Cait. You’re a pretty girl and they don’t see any girls, pretty or otherwise, until they end up here.”
Cait laughed. “To date, I have received no marriage proposals,” she informed him, “but the outrageously flirtatious remarks already number in the thousands, I expect.”
Felipe laughed at this, but then cringed and placed a hand on the wound on his side. “Well, I’d be disappointed to hear anything less,” he said.
“Are you all right?” Cait asked, her smile disappearing and concern taking its place. Judging by the expression on the prince’s face, the wound was still smarting.
“I’m fine,” he said. “I just have to remember to remain completely serious at all times until this damn thing is healed.” He paused and glanced up at Cait, and then added, “Please forgive my language.”
“I’ve heard a lot worse in my time here.”
By this time they had reached the gardens and Cait maneuvered the prince’s chair next to a bench where she could sit down herself. She and some of the other nurses often brought their patients from the convalescent wards to this spot. Under other circumstances, it might have been considered romantic, but to the soldiers it was simply a respite from the sights, sounds and smells of the wards.
Maybe it’s just me, but I actually really like the idea of an injured hero who has to rely on other people to get his stuff done for him (if I do say so myself). Good thing he’s a prince, and there are plenty of those people about. 🙂
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I’m not going to hang around too much tonight, because I am really sleepy. My cat decided it would be a good idea to wake me up at some ungodly hour this morning by standing on my chest and licking my face, and while I initially thought I was going to be fine making it through the day in spite of the broken sleep, but I got to about 3pm and started nodding off on my keyboard… Also, I am quite full of epic Ethiopian food because it’s payday and that means payday dinner with the boyfriend, but a full tummy just compounds the sleepiness. I am tortured by the question of whether to start the Doctor Who novel I won a while ago, or the ebook I bought with the steampunk version of my city (even if it is set about 30 years before my city actually existed by name). Actually, I should just finish last month’s Doctor Who short story before this month’s comes out next week. Sigh. I’ll figure something out. Goodnight, my lovelies.