Ugh. *head desk* Now… I know I said I wasn’t going to beat myself up about this but I am a little disappointed. I was hoping to at least stay par with the daily word counts, but nope. Just nope. At the time of writing I’m 3,281 words in.
But! But I am pleased to say that all the other stuff I was hoping to do is going well. As a result of focusing on current projects rather than this one I’m staying on top of all the odds and sods I need to do, as is Ileandra.
In fact, on Saturday I’ll be going through what I’ve learned through working with Breathless Press and how the experience has (already) changed the way I write. Even with the 3k words I’ve written I can feel that I’ve grown so much through working with Jenn. So that can only be a good thing.
As for the rest, well I suppose I could give you a snippet of what I’ve written. Remember, this is first draft and it’s a NaNo first draft, but the Slippers & Chains characteristic humour is still there peeping through.
The best part so far is writing about Dan and Karen again. It’s like visiting old friends after months apart. I forgot how much I love these two and the closeness of their relationship. That, in of itself, is something to be pleased about.
Karen took a deep breath and put her wrists behind her back. “Okay, go.” She held still, wincing as the soft cords bit the skin beneath her palms. “Does it have to be that tight?”
To her right, stripped to the waist, wearing a wide smile, Dan jerked on the ropes. They tightened. “Yes. They do.”
“Do you want to fall out when I get you up there?”
“Then relax and let me do my thing. I’ve watched all the videos; I know what I’m doing.”
Though he said it with quiet, easy confidence, Karen couldn’t help but disagree. Videos on YouTube, filmed and executed by professionals were somewhat different to an impromptu bondage session in their living room. Even with proper ropes, knots and hooks installed.
She glanced at the ceiling, eyeing the thick metal hook screwed into the plaster and supported by a wide base, complete with more screws. “What did it say about blood supply?”
Dan laughed. “Stop worrying. You won’t be up there long enough to cause any harm; I just want to spank you a bit.” He ran his hands over her rear, teasing the edge of her lacy knickers. “And maybe, if you’re really good, I’ll use the wand again.”
Karen bit her lip. She fucking loved that wand. The smell of ozone still hung in the air and her back prickled at the memory of fizzing sparks dancing over her skin.
So, as usual, Karen and Dan are playing and getting themselves into a bit of a mess. Hehee.
How is your NaNo experience going? I know a lot of you have different goals and plans for this month but I haven’t spoken with many of you about it. Why not tell me how you’re getting on? I’d love to hear what you’re up to.