Word Count: 9,011
What story I’m working on: Waking for Winter!
What I’m editing/marketing: Editing Chasing Fate because my lovely beta readers have gotten crits back to me!
Line of the week:
He’d never managed to separate game days from the memories of his dad watching Eagles, Flyers, whatever got his blood pumping as he crushed back cans upon cans of stale beer, and he’d scream his voice hoarse. And then of course leveling all that adrenaline-fueled aggression into beating the everloving shit out of him. Days after games he’d head into school with black eyes, grazes, and cuts, until he learned to be scarce on those days. Until eventually he’d left altogether.