Okay, for all my lovely, decisive words the other day about Marcelo, the hero of Blood Dreams, being a beta…I don’t think it’s going to work. Not when I found out just how easy it was to nudge him back into proper alpha-hood. A sentence here, a knife to the gut there, and poof. He just needed some encouragement and apparently he took offense to the fact that I’d relegated him to beta-male status. And yes, I’m fully aware Marcelo is a figment of my (sometimes) fertile imagination. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t talk to me. At least he shuts up once in a while, unlike certain other members of the cast of Dreams.
Hopefully that will get me back on track because thus far my word count for the week is downright pitiful at just over 2,000 since Monday. YARGH! I want this first (horrid) draft over and done with. I’ve come up with some ideas on how to fix it, but if I keep going back to tweak, I’ll never have a full draft.
Just sharing my angst. Have a great day!