Happy Saturday, Snippeteers! Long weekend ahead if you’re in the UK. I’m hoping to get some writing time without last week’s drama, when 2.5k of Ian and Patrick’s story disappeared into thin air very close to the end of my day when Word suddenly shut down on me and I found out that the autosave had stopped working. Again. It tends to do that after one of those pesky Windows 10 updates… There’s a lesson in here somewhere. Something along the lines of don’t rely on your tech. Or maybe, keep a hacker handy. Since my resident (fictional) hacker is stuck in Sweden, I’ve relocated all the writing back to Scrivener… and I’m religiously saving manually. For now.
Today’s snip is, once again, from the beginning of my dystopian story Sound Judgement. Before I really throw him into it – and share what reason he has to hate that song so much – I’d like to show off Ian a little more. Seeing how he spends his days I’m convinced he’d have done something intriguingly drastic to my laptop. 😉
From Sound Judgement
Ian dropped his bags by the door and bent to take off his shoes. The music told him that Tom was home and Ian would either find him soaking in the tub or decoratively laid out on their bed. Neither image appealed to him – not with that song playing, or after the day he’d had.
Like others who had seen where the country was headed, Ian Rathbone had become part of the resistance long before the coup. He’d spent the six years of anarchy undercover, had answered to Major Ashgill for so long he’d almost forgotten his own name by the time they wrestled power back where it belonged. Now, with his job once more in London, with documents and an apartment in the name he’d been born with, he spent his days shutting down illegal weapons labs.
It wasn’t the sanest of occupations. But sanity was relative.
If you’re new to the snips circuit or have found me by accident…Rainbow Snippets is a Facebook group where GLTBQ writers post snippets of their work every Saturday. There are snips from every genre, kind of pairing and heat level from sweet to steamy.