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Date Posted: 19:08:09 11/01/09 Sun
Author: Debi
Subject: NaNo off to a roaring start!
Sometimes you need new characters to get things moving. I'm already pushing 4,000 words and the day isn't over yet. Molly is one cool lady and I hope I can convey just how special she is. I have a good feeling about this one.
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Way to go, Debi! I really admire you for taking on this challenge, and it appears you'll be able to knock it in the head in no time! (((Hugs))) -- 
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Here's a little of Molly's world. -- Debi, 06:51:44 11/03/09 Tue
Over 6,000 words already!!!
Excerpt from Downtown Babylon, Copyright 2009 by Debi Matlack, all rights reserved.
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Delivery put away, Molly went back to stand behind the bar. The building faced north so it got only a little direct sunlight inside. That was okay; she wasn’t one to relish the blinding scrutiny of sunbeams. Only Declan was inconvenienced, wandering from place to place in search of a patch of sunlight large enough to accomodate him. The coffeepot was full behind her on the counter that separated the bar from the kitchen and the smell alone seemed to perk her up. Pouring a cup and doctoring it heavily with creamer and sugar, she flipped the tv on.
News programs glossed over the happenings in the Middle East but she knew better. The military personnel coming home after spending a rotation or two in Afghanistan or Iraq knew the real story and Molly could tell what the news said and what these men and women had seen were worlds apart, even if her customers never said a word about their experiences.
All those letters she got from Adam when he was in Desert Storm, as carefully worded as they had to be to not give away any actual details still haunted her. Friends, as close or closer then blood kin shredded by booby traps. Finding civilian bodies dumped in a house, an entire family, including children, faces he’d seen and exchanged smiles with on daily patrol for weeks, probably executed for those smiles. There was way more to the story than the media let on and the depth and breadth of their willful ignorance disgusted her.
The local coverage was no better. A seven-year-old girl snatched from her neighborhood and found in a dump days later; it was no wonder Molly’s tastes tended toward escapist movies and the History Channel. The distance of time made the war documentaries more palatable to her. War had been much simpler when armies were forced to face one another across an open field.
Irritable now, she pressed the button on the remote over and over, hardly pausing on one channel before flipping to the next, hoping to find something inane to lose her annoyance in.
“Are you getting any of that?”
Molly whirled toward the sound of the voice, at once both annoyed and thrilled.
Gil Freeman stood in the open garage door off the back, duffel over one shoulder and a guitar over the other.
Molly didn’t remember ducking under the bar flap but she was very aware of the taste of his mouth on hers and how warm his body felt.
“I take it you missed me.”
Tucking herself under his arm, she steered him in to sit at the bar. Planting another kiss on his lips, feeling the abrasive stubble surrounding them, she took his bag and guitar, stashing them behind the bar. She came back to sit beside him, scrutinizing his face.
“You look tired. And you’re too thin.”
“Yes, Mom.”
Molly smacked him on the arm and he grinned. She tugged at his arm. “C’mon. Come grab a shower and some shut-eye.”
He stood but didn’t follow. “Only if you come with me.”
“Gil, the whole place is standing wide open.”
“So close it. Put a sign on the door saying you’re opening later this afternoon.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “C’mon, you know you want to…”
He was right about that. From the second she’d heard his voice, parts of her were tingling that had been too long neglected. An active imagination was no substitute for actual physical contact. Still she shook her head. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Walk through the door and banging away before the hour is up.”
“It sounds so dirty when you say it like that.” He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close. His beard stubble rasped along her neck and he whispered, “Do it again.”
Her steadfast resolve melted under the force of that purr. Rearing her head back, Molly looked him in the eyes. They shone more blue than grey right now, a signal she knew from experience meant he was more than a little aroused. Further evidence was pressed against her belly, his arms holding her there. With a little smile, she nodded.
“Okay. Go on up, I’ll close up down here and put out a note.”
“Deal.” His lips covered hers as Gil explored her mouth with his tongue, taking his time. Her heart thumped hard and fast by the time he was done. Stepping back, he picked up his things and headed for the stairs. He paused at the foot, reaching down to pet Declan.
“Don’t take too long.” And then he disappeared around the corner.
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Well, hello Gil! >>>> -- Page, 13:56:30 11/05/09 Thu
You are so totally busting out words! This one is really talking to you.
I like the "starting the day" feel of this piece, the peace of being in your own place without the demands of customers yet, knowing that everything is in order and having those few moments to just chill by yourself.
And I completely identify with the TV thing. There's nothing worth wasting time on during the day, and I avoid all news programs like the plague. When my nephew came home from Iraq and saw network news reports, I thought he was going to have a stroke. I thought we were going to have to sit on him to keep him from going to New York and beating the hell out of the network execs. If it's not a weather forecast, I don't watch it.
Now, Mr. Gil. A man with a guitar, my favorite kind. *G* Five o'clock shadow, grey eyes turning blue, and...um...wood. Yep, my kind of man. Put that note on the door, Molly, and welcome him back.
I can't wait to read more!
Hugs,
Page
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You made my day, Page -- Debi, 18:41:05 11/05/09 Thu
>You are so totally busting out words! This one is
>really talking to you.
I'm pushing 10,000 already and will have some time tonight at work to add more, since I'm the late person and I'm on call for the post-op rads for the poor broken kitty. He's getting the Humpty-Dumpty treatment.
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>I like the "starting the day" feel of this piece, the
>peace of being in your own place without the demands
>of customers yet, knowing that everything is in order
>and having those few moments to just chill by
>yourself.
I can so totally see the inside of her bar, and I have a conversation later where I get to describe it. Here's a hint: it used to be a garage.
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>And I completely identify with the TV thing. There's
>nothing worth wasting time on during the day, and I
>avoid all news programs like the plague. When my
>nephew came home from Iraq and saw network news
>reports, I thought he was going to have a stroke. I
>thought we were going to have to sit on him to keep
>him from going to New York and beating the hell out of
>the network execs. If it's not a weather forecast, I
>don't watch it.
Amen, sister.
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>Now, Mr. Gil. A man with a guitar, my favorite kind.
>*G* Five o'clock shadow, grey eyes turning blue,
>and...um...wood. Yep, my kind of man. Put that note
>on the door, Molly, and welcome him back.
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Yeah, Gil...I like him. He's still a bit of a mystery to me, but he's a good guy.
I'm torn between this pic of Hugh Jackman, and this pic of Gerard Butler. Decisions, decisions.
Glad you enjoyed!
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Oh, my sainted aunt!!!! >>>>> -- Page, 19:04:42 11/05/09 Thu
(First, I do hope the kitty is ok. Makes me feel bad for shrieking at mine all day, even though they have been very naughty. And I'm sorry you have to stay late again. No fun!)
I have never been a huge fan of Hugh Jackman, but, oh baby, that pic!!! If you do decide on Gerard, don't tell me, because for me, Gil is that picture of Mr. Jackman. Oh my dear god....
Please write naughty scenes involving him ASAP. *G*
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That is a nice piccy, isn't it? -- Debi, 22:42:02 11/05/09 Thu
>(First, I do hope the kitty is ok. Makes me feel bad
>for shrieking at mine all day, even though they have
>been very naughty. And I'm sorry you have to stay
>late again. No fun!)
The kitty got hung in a fence and seriously messed up his hind leg, but with the help of our wonderful orthopedics surgeons and a couple of months of being Frankenkitty (with an external fixator holding the buggered-up joint in place), he should be fine.
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>I have never been a huge fan of Hugh Jackman, but, oh
>baby, that pic!!! If you do decide on Gerard, don't
>tell me, because for me, Gil is that picture of Mr.
>Jackman. Oh my dear god....
His is the face I keep seeing when I think of Gil. That image of Hugh I've had saved for just such an occasion.
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>Please write naughty scenes involving him ASAP. *G*
There are some naughty scenes in the works. I just have to decide on the right occasion. Lots of stuff going on in Molly's life.
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Good for you Debi! I knew I wouldn't stick with it. But I'll be rooting for you. -- susiej, 19:36:36 11/03/09 Tue
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congrats, Debi! -- dea, 09:59:38 11/04/09 Wed
i appreciate the effort and the courage to write something new with a deadline. however much my work as a law consultant is actually writing with a deadline, i can’t think of that when it comes to my real writing. way to go! i like the scene. when i say this i mean i was able to see it like in a movie. it’s good when it happens, when you’re instantly transported to a new world. Molly and Gil seem fine. he’s a musician, right? it often means trouble. and she seems totally devoted to him… hmmm… :-) waiting to see!
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Thanks dea! -- Debi, 13:28:08 11/04/09 Wed
"It's complicated" goes a long way to describe Molly and Gil's relationship. And yes, he's a musician, devoted to the nomadic lifestyle while she's rooted and owns a business... see what I mean? ;-)
As for you being able to see it like a movie, hooray! That I was able to convey an image to you of the setting and people like that, I'm thrilled you 'saw' it.
More to come. Molly's got some secrets, and so do other people...
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