But then I hit a snag. I went to the mystery story book I'm working on, and I went to page 77, and it was dull as dishwater. Character A asks Character B if B wants coffee. Yes. How do you take it? Blah blah. Character C says she'd like coffee, too.
A real snooze. (Actually, there's a small clue in there, but it doesn't make the conversation any more interesting unless you've read the whole story. And I'll bet most people don't get the clue anyway.) But my other two works-in-progress (Stevie One and Throwing Stones) don't even have 77 pages yet.
So, I changed the line spacing in the mystery book. That meant that page 77 was suddenly a whole different scene in a whole different story. 🙂
So, this is from "The Vampire Mystery":
We waited for about an hour. People walked by from time to time, but not many. At one point, Christy stayed put while I walked quickly around the block, just to see if there was anything significant to observe. I didn't see anything, but as usual I wondered what my employer might have noticed that I had missed.
Then, unexpectedly, Christy put her hand on my arm. It is probably an exaggeration to say that I jumped, but I was not able to completely conceal my surprise, and I saw that she noted my reaction. Christy was, I knew, as tough as any other member of the Jinx when she had to be, but the rest of the time she was fairly prim and proper, and not at all touchy-feely. Also, like some recovering alcoholics (which I knew her to be), she gave the impression that she never made a gesture without evaluating it first.
So, although I was sure that she wasn't making a pass at me, I did jump, a little, and she instantly got worried that I was going to think she was making a pass, but before she could speak to clarify her intentions, whatever they were, I saw her react to something she saw over my shoulder. She gave a wry smile to let me know that I was going to have to wait to find out what the sudden gesture had meant.
"Here she comes," she said quietly.
We sprinted back to the corner and concealed ourselves, but again it didn't seem to matter. Åsa stumbled out of the gate and headed back the way she'd come, so we followed her. It was starting to rain more steadily now.
Her progress was very different, though, and there were times when I was fairly sure she wasn't going to make it. She walked like she was drunk or drugged, shambling along, nearly losing her balance more than once. She wasn't managing to keep the coat closed, and at times we could see a bare arm or leg. People who were in front of her were clearly seeing somewhat more, and a couple of times she had to rally her remaining strength to unleash some impressive and colorful curses.
When we approached Jinx headquarters, Åsa headed for the infirmary window, but when she opened it (obviously with more difficulty than before) she only took off her cloak and threw it in. Then, looking increasingly unsteady, she climbed up to stand on the windowsill, looking up at Lloyd's lighted window, two stories above.
I'm not going to tag anybody. This isn't an award, after all. Everybody who wants to should do it, as I was about to before Maggie was nice enough to tag me.
More of Stevie One will be coming in the next few days. I'll post an announcement here. And there's another new post here, if you scroll down.