So sad that #WipItUpWednesday ended last week, but I've decided to continue with a #WipWednesday on my own, at least for now. Blogging at least a few times a week is very much a "recovering from my nervous breakdown" thing- even my therapist found it a good idea :D. I'm also starting a new writing challenge today; yes, I know, I just finished Camp Nanowrimo yesterday LOL. My daily goal is to do at least one National Novel Writing Month; word count or pages edited is simply going to be icing on the accomplishment cake. I'm thinking to stick with "Typing My Love" for the time being. Just spell checked currently, so here is the scene started a day or two ago that's moving slowly...
-- Iovita's POV Joelle, really? Is this for me not helping in the last bit? I think your Master needs to punish you. Maybe if we have to write lines side by side that'll learn you! Mairead stopped by the doorway to the bathroom. “Mind if I relax in your company awhile?” “Not at all.” Iovita smiled at Mairead as she wandered into the bathroom and then put the toilet seat down to sit on the lid. “Rough class?” “Nah. Not really. I mean, it was mostly repeating myself and making my pre-teens redo their knife cuts repeatedly.” Mairead laughed. “I think we're having vegetable casserole of some sort for dinner tonight to deal with their efforts. “I think Larissa said she brought in a bunch of fresh cheese from her smokehouse.” Iovita dragged her fingers over some of the bubbles covering her bath water. “What do you have going between now and dinner?” “I was going to straighten up around here a bit.” Mairead snorted. “It's not like we'll get to any new dishes soon in any of my classes with the knife cut issues today. I'm working on pastry with the teens, but they're still learning desserts that I could practically cook in my sleep.” “I hoped to be up to some cleaning after a soak,” Iovita pouted. “And I hoped to do some cleaning and then enjoy giving you a massage.” Mairead arched an eyebrow. “You aren't going to whine more, are you?” Despite the heat of the water, Iovita shuddered against the bath tub. “You're just too pleased that Happy said you could be toppy with me.” “Do you mind?” Mairead leaned forward to trace Iovita's earlobe with her fingertip. “Not at all, but I might not be able to reciprocate much. Ah,” she moaned when Mairead dragged the tip of her tongue in the same path as her finger. “Tease.” Iovita leaned against Mairead's other hand. Sasha paused at the bathroom doorway and hissed. “Don't be salty, miss,” Mairead playfully scolded Sasha. “I'm glad it didn't take me long to get used to no doors.” Iovita giggled. “At least the cats behave themselves.”
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