Between the Valentine’s Day Giveaway and Crossfire going on sale, I took a little extra time last week for the writing part of my business. No wonder, then, that it’s crazy busy this week while I do my best to catch up. Yesterday, no writing got done at all, and today it’s looking dubious.
All’s not lost, though. I had an excellent editing run over the weekend and Swings & Roundabouts edits are up to chapter eighteen. I’m even – very tentatively – pencelling in a release date. And while this won’t be a long, meandery post by any means, and I’m not sure if I find time for the blog tomorrow, I wanted to leave you with a little bit of a Tuesday Teaser of Jack and Gareth before I head back to spreadsheets filled with electronic components I’ve never heard of.
From Swings & Roundabouts
On Saturday night, they watched it snow while they lay in the hot tub with music on low and wine glasses resting in easy reach. The dance of the flakes against the dark sky and trees was oddly hypnotic, adding to the detached, disconnected feeling that had plagued Jack all day. Gareth had been similarly out of sorts, though he’d fought his gremlins by spending the day in the kitchen.
Jack had watched him bustle around, reach for utensils that weren’t where he expected them to be and grumble at appliances, while Jack sat at the table with a glass of wine, missing the familiar window seat and his guitar.
“You know, this chateau in Burgundy you keep talking about? The one with the vineyard on site?” he asked after a particularly spirited diatribe directed at the cooker. “We couldn’t possibly go there.”
“Left-hand drive kitchen? You’d be bitching all day long and Daniel would get upset. Really, Flynn. What happened to the man who mixed batter in baked bean tins and cooked pancakes for a whole flipping platoon on canteen lids over a fire made from dried sheep’s turds?”
“He stayed back in the army when I returned to civilisation.”
“Well, this isn’t uncivilised.” Jack waved his wineglass in a brief salute. “So be happy, for fuck’s sake.”
Gareth had laughed at the pithy admonishment, and the deep rumble washed much of the gloom from the air.