In recent posts to Book Hooks, I said I had not one but two WIPs underway. I also said that for me, writing two projects is insanely unwise. Well, one of the two has withered away, and it’s the one I’ve been sharing.
So I’m switching to the other WIP, which currently has no title, though it will be Book Five in my Alien Contact for Idiots series. I hope to finish it during Camp NaNoWriMo this month, but I’m a slow writer. Here’s the very opening:
Time: Five years from next mid-summer day.
Place: A forest on a Pacific Northwest island that doesn’t exist . . . yet.
“I don’t care how helpful you’re being,” Audra Verhailey panted with as much defiant dignity as she could muster, “I’m not having sex with you.”
Her lanky, dark-skinned guide — an honest-to-God alien from another world, though he looked like someone you’d meet on an Indian Reservation — stopped in mid-stride. He tipped his head to one side and stared at her as though contemplating . . . something. Then he resumed climbing.
Scowling, she followed. If he got too far away, she’d have to shout, and that might wake Roxie, the best baby in the world. The least the alien bastard could do was stop to listen to her.
Her words had been first that either of them had spoken during thirty minutes of climbing through a dense yet kinda pathetic evergreen forest. She’d been meaning to state her terms for at least twenty-nine of those minutes, ever since they started up this damned mountain. But his silence and the steep trail had robbed her of words.
He was being so over-the-top helpful that he obviously wanted something from her. All she had was her baby and her body, and of those two she assumed that he, well . . .
Since this is a WIP, feel free to make suggestions. And be sure to check out the book hooks by other great writers in the Book Hooks blog hop.
I’ve shared this elsewhere, but in case you haven’t seen it, I’ve got to share. Normally I don’t care much for ballet, and normally I don’t play my oboe to accompany ballets — but next weekend I’ll be in the pit with an orchestra for Tchaikovsky’s Sleeping Beauty.
One of the high points for me is the extended oboe solo for the Puss in Boots and White Cat dance — and this version of the dance is both beautiful and freakin’ hilarious. Enjoy!