By Tooth and Nail -- 18442

I feel like I fought for every word I managed today.  I only got about 2000 words in the whole day. o.0

I don't know as I even have an excuse. I was a little distracted.. but mostly I just... It was hard. This scene was just hard for me.  And I'm still bleeding exhausted from my three days of helping my friend. I don't regret helping her, I just wish it didn't eat at me like this.  I probably should have napped today. Instead I watched Scream 2. lol.  If I can, I may just watch #3 tomorrow.  Somehow, watching the beginning of two helped me find my muse to write at least part of this scene.

Now I just need to figure out where I should go from here. hrm....  My plot outline for this section is very... vague.  I will have to think on that, and review my notes.

Word Count

11,090!!

Woohooo! I wrote, like, literally, 5,000++ words in 4 hours!! Go me!!  

I totally had help because I finished the never-ending scene, and went on to one that I'd plotted out almost entirely.  Now I'm onto my first sex scene.  Well... I've set it up anyway. I'm a little nervous to start it.  I will at some point, but not tonight. It's late, and I have to get up in the morning.  A good friend needs my help, so I'm schlepping my ass to Hamilton to do math. 

Not really a Drabble.....

With a flip of her wrist Jass popped the door lock on a shiny lexus. She loved sports cars. The stick shift, the leather seats, the speed, and the way they responded all made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, as much as she could feel warm and fuzzy. Hazard of the job, that. Jass slid her long frame low into the drivers seat, out of sight. With quick, sure hands she got the car started. She checked behind her: three suits searching the parking lot, none near by. She belted up – safety first – put the car in reverse, and drove out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. She reached in her bag as she got to the road, found her ipod, and plugged it into the car jack. Music blared to life. She waved at the suit closest to the road, a satisfied smile on her face. He cursed, and started yelling into his earpiece as he jogged back to his standard issues SUV. Jass shook her head. Honestly, she thought, if they really wanted to bring her in, they should have sent some actual competition. Turning the volume up, she say at the top of her lungs because in this car, on the highway, no one could hear, “Welcome to the jungle! We got fun 'n' games. We got everything you want and honey we know the names. We are the people that can find whatever you may need. If you got the money honey, we got your disease... In the jungle. Welcome to the jungle–”