Most authors have a system for keeping
track of their writing, whether it be words written, or pages completed, or
chapters completed, per day or week. I’m no different. I keep track of the
words I’ve written and how many pages I’ve completed each day on a calendar. At
the end of the year, I add up all those words and pages and put them in a
spreadsheet.
But a good friend of mine mentioned the
other day that she’d added up all the words she’d written since she became
published. That’s something I’ve never done, and it made me curious. So I
pulled out my spreadsheet and did some calculating.
1,789,864.
That’s how many words are in my published
books to date. It doesn’t count the words in books that I’ve never published.
If I added those up, too, the number would be closer to two million.
Two million words. Wow!
Other authors have written less words than
I have, and some have written more. Some days I’m lucky to complete 200 good
words; other days, I write thousands. Every author has to write at his or her
own pace. No amount of words is right or wrong, as long as the author finishes
the book.
I’ve recently joined several other authors
to publish boxed sets for Under the Sun Publishing. Our first set was released
September 22nd, entitled Falling in Love.
It contains eight stories from multi-published, award-winning authors, all
about the special journey of falling in love.
Here’s a little taste of “Worth the Wait”,
my story from the Falling in Love
boxed set. I hope you enjoy it!
* * *
Lindsay drew her bottom lip farther between
her teeth when she saw Sam unlock the door to the storeroom. She glanced around
the bar, searching for the other bartender. She didn’t see him, but she could
hear what sounded like dishes being shifted and stacked in the kitchen.
She had no idea how long Sam would be in
that storeroom. If she did something, it had to be now.
Don’t
be a wimp, Lindsay. Go for it.
Lindsay sipped her Coke and took a deep
breath. Grabbing her purse, she rose and strode to the storeroom.
She stepped into a room larger than she’d
expected. Long and wide, shelves sat along all the walls and down the middle,
holding boxes of liquor and glassware. She saw a door straight ahead of her
that she assumed led to the kitchen, or perhaps opened for deliveries. She
couldn’t see Sam, but she could hear bottles rattling.
Laying her purse on top of a case of
bourbon, she pushed the door shut and flipped the deadbolt.
The rattling stopped. “Monte?” Sam called
out.
Lindsay leaned back against the door, her
hands behind her for support. “No, it isn’t Monte.”
Several seconds passed before he appeared
at the end of the middle shelves.
Lindsay said nothing and neither did he.
She watched his gaze slowly move over her from head to feet and back again. Her
heart pounded as if she’d done an hour of hard exercise. Sweat formed on her
palms while her mouth became dry. She waited for him to move closer, but he
remained still.
The first move had to be hers.
* * *
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