Hey, friends! Welcome back to another WIP Wednesday, where I share a little of my work in progress and you do the same in the comments section. If you’ve never done it before, why not give it a try? WIP Wednesday is a criticism-free zone, although encouraging comments on other people’s stuff is always appreciated.
How was November for writing? If you did NaNoWriMo, did it spur you to more productivity? If you didn’t do NaNoWriMo, did you have some writing fun?
I tapped out of NaNo almost immediately due to the super-hot new project I mentioned on Monday. It’s probably going to occupy me till the end of March. My 3 WIPs are on the back burner for now, but it’s worth it.
Since the new thing is secret for now, I’m going to be sharing more from my romance in progress, A Knight Restored. It’s a love story between an art conservator at a museum and a medieval English knight under a curse. This excerpt comes almost right after the one I shared last month.
When Gen arrived at the lab Emily said, “We need to talk in private.” She grabbed Gen’s arm, hustled her into the photography room, and slammed the door behind her.
“Emily, what the hell?” Gen asked. “Are you pregnant? Did you murder someone? What?”
“I just don’t want anyone else to hear this.” She glanced over her shoulder at Gryffen. “Except him.”
“Hmm, I don’t know,” Gen joked. “Can Sir Limestone here be trusted?”
“Don’t be mean!” After all Gryffen had been through, he shouldn’t have to put up with insults.
Gen’s eyebrows rose. “Okayyy.”
“I’m going to tell you something, and I want you to keep an open mind. And you can’t tell anyone. Anyone.”
“Okay, I won’t.” Gen held up her hands. Clearly, she thought Emily was being over-dramatic.
“Yesterday I felt like this sculpture was talking to me,” Emily said. “Like in my head.”
Gen looked at Gryffen and back to Emily. “What did he say?”
“He said, I’m here. And he wanted me to touch him.”
“Well,” Gen said cheerfully, “you’re going to be touching him a lot, so that works out great.”
“That’s just the beginning. I had a dream about him last night. Except he wasn’t a statue. He was a real guy.”
Gen frowned. “A real knight in shining armor?”
“Yes! I mean no. He was wearing, like, medieval clothes. He told he was from 1433.”
“Your subconscious is trying to research an acquisition.” Gen shook her head. “Em, you need some vacation days or something. You should be dreaming about fun stuff.”
“Part of it was very fun.” Emily’s cheeks heated.
Gen’s features lit up. “You had a sex dream about a statue?”
Her friend giggled. “I have to ask. Was he rock hard?”
If Emily’s face got any hotter, it would burst into actual flames. After all, Gryffen was hearing all of this, too. Maybe. “We just kissed! That’s all.”
“Oh.–Was he a good kisser, at least?”
“Literally the best,” Emily admitted. It wouldn’t hurt anything for Gryffen to know it. “And he had the most amazing way of talking. He said things like sweet lady and demoiselle.”
“Aww,” Gen cooed. “This sounds like the cutest dream in the world!”
“You don’t understand. I think the sculpture is a real person.”
Gen tilted her head. “How does that work?”
A polite question, considering. Thank God she was friends with Gen. Emily couldn’t imagine telling anyone else about this. “He told me some other guy got mad at him because Gryffen beat him at jousting, or whatever—”
“Gryffen?” Gen repeated.
“Yes, he said his name was Gryffen de Beaumont, son of William de Beaumont, sometimes called Gryffen the Fierce.”
“That’s… really detailed for a dream,” Gen said.
“I wrote it all down. And he told me that because this guy he beat was actually a powerful sorcerer who turned Gryffen into stone. And he can still hear, and see, and feel, but he can’t move or talk or anything.”
“He said he had been like that for centuries?” Gen shuddered. “That would be horrible.”
“There’s one other thing,” Emily said. “But you’re not going to believe me.”
Gen gave her a level look. “Try me.”
“Just now, I touched his cheek.”
“And uh…” Emily forced herself to get it out. “The statue cried.”
Gen’s mouth fell open. “What!”
“There were tears—”
Gen strode over and put her hands on Gryffen’s stone face. Ordinarily, Emily would have yelled at her for touching a museum object without washing her hands thoroughly first, but under the circumstances, it hardly seemed to matter.
Gen withdrew her hands, holding them up in the air. “It’s wet! The stone is damp. Emily, what the hell!”
Emily took a deep breath and let it out. “I thought I was losing my mind.”
Gen shook her head. “There are two possibilities here. Either you’ve had a detailed dream, that just happens to coincide with some weird moisture or condensation on the sculpture, or…”
“Or this is a man who was turned into stone, who can visit you in dreams.” Gen shrugged. “I know which one I’m rooting for.”
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