Yesterday wasn’t that great a day, wrote only about 1,800 words. It’s the middle of the week two, and energy’s starting to flag. Part of it is that I’ve reached the dreaded middle. As soon as I’m over the hump, it’ll downhill from there. I am, however, to have passed the halfway point of word count.
Care for another unedited excerpt?
“Okay, hereâ€™s the scoop.â€ I told her everything that happened since that morning, up to the time she arrived.
â€œPoor Madame Pelletier,â€ Claire said. â€œShe mustâ€™ve had quite a fright.â€
â€œI think Iâ€™m going to have to tell her about it, especially if the kid comes back on Friday. I may lose a housekeeper, but I donâ€™t want her to think sheâ€™s going crazy.â€ I took a sip of wine, feeling more relaxed than Iâ€™d been all day. I wasnâ€™t sure if it was the wine or talking to Claire that had done it. Probably a bit of both. â€œOne bizarre thing,â€ I said. â€œThis morning, the bag was yellow with blue elephants. Now the elephants are pink.â€
She nearly choked on her wine. â€œSurely not.â€
â€œIf itâ€™s a girl, tomorrow, Iâ€™m gonna need help. And clothes. I had a naked baby, and soon a man, on the floor for a while, and that didn’t bother me. On the other hand, a naked girl turning into a naked woman is not something I really want to deal with. Phoenix grew out of his clothes in an hour.â€
â€œYou called him Phoenix.â€
I shrugged. â€œI had to call him something.â€
â€œThat sounds like your type of dark humor.â€
â€œBelieve me, I didnâ€™t think it was all that funny. And that goes for the entire situation.â€
The cranky sound made me turn. Fred had jumped onto my desk and glared at the diaper bag. â€œYou know,â€ I said to Fred as I got up to pick up the bag, â€œyouâ€™re right. I never did look into this bag. Come to think of it, I never finished searching the other either.â€
â€œWhyâ€™s that?â€ Claire said.
â€œGot interrupted. Twice.â€
I frowned. â€œI donâ€™t know. I never got past the middle zipper, which had a couple of diapers, another bottle of formula, and something that looked like a power bar. As soon as he saw it, Phoenix pounced on it.â€
â€œThere may be one in there now. I wouldnâ€™t mind analyzing it either.â€
Fred had followed me â€”or maybe he had followed the bagâ€” and jumped onto the coffee table. I set the bag down and sat beside Claire. The bag had three zippers and one zipped pocket at each end. I started with the middle pocket, extracted two pink infant-size diapers, two bottles of formula, the foil-wrapped power bar. Claire was reaching for that last item when the doorbell rang. She stopped and turned toward the door, an expectant look on her face.
â€œI bet thatâ€™s Isabel,â€ I said. â€œWhy donâ€™t you go check on that. I just remembered I left half of the pizza on the dining room table. Iâ€™ll stow it while you answer the door.â€