Hap­py Sun­day folks!

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The weeks are just fly­ing by. I think it’s the end of sum­mer that has me scram­bling to enjoy every minute with­out snow. It went too quickly!

I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just move on with the SSS post shall we?

She left the couch–because he picked it out–and she left the kitchen appli­ances. The house­keep­er was hap­py enough when she gave her the rest of the month off with pay, Jack would either have to learn how to cook, or eat out a lot. She left the computer–the incrim­i­nat­ing files in the print­er tray–and she left the bed just the way it was. She could bare­ly walk into the room, let alone go near that damn bed again.

At the front door, Jack ran one hand through his hair, and shoved the oth­er in his front pock­et. Brynn rec­og­nized the ges­ture as one that he resort­ed to when he need­ed to con­trol his emo­tions. See­ing him this way only strength­ened her resolve. 

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Ah, Sun­day again. I’m not a big fan of the day, since I have to work, but it’s all good. I hope you’re all hop­ping along the trail of Six Sen­tence par­tic­i­pants today in my absence. Don’t wear those pages out,  I want to read them when I get home!

On with today’s post, con­tin­u­ing from last week:

            She allowed the fury to fes­ter and boil inside her. She actu­al­ly rev­eled in the pow­er it churned. If for some rea­son Jack thought he could bluff his way out of it, he would be sur­prised when he walked through the front door. After send­ing him the email with proof of his infi­deli­ty, Brynn spent the next two hours and six packs of sticky notes, mark­ing every­thing she owned for the twelve burly men that showed up with­in twen­ty min­utes of her sum­mons. Green­backs always were the best moti­va­tors. The stor­age facil­i­ty should be fill­ing up quite nice­ly by now.

Oh, I love it when six lines ends in a para­graph. I’m a lit­tle anal about that sometimes.  Have a great Sun­day everyone!

Anoth­er Sun­day, anoth­er six sen­tences from my WiP. After con­tin­u­ing progress on this, it turns out that every­thing you’ve read up to this point has now been cut from the ms. It just did­n’t seem like the right place to start, so instead the book will begin as below, where Jack comes home after work:

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Even from her van­tage point on the third floor, she could see the wary expres­sion on her hus­band’s face. Usu­al­ly Jack parked in the garage, but today he parked the Mer­cedes out front and strolled up the cob­ble­stone walk­way with pur­pose. He hadn’t even loos­ened his tie, which indi­cat­ed that he was still strung tight. All busi­ness. On a nor­mal day, she would won­der if some­thing had gone wrong at the deal­er­ship, but today she knew exact­ly why he was still but­toned up.

He read the email.

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Guess what!? The plot issue that I’ve affec­tion­ate­ly named “Park­er’s Plot Prob­lem” has been solved! That means this sto­ry you’ve been read­ing six sen­tences a week is now on its way to being written!

What a relief. This book is one of my favorite works in progress, and the PPP was dri­ving me crazy. Now maybe you won’t catch up to me! Okay, on with the story:

Brynn start­ed her car, but sat behind the wheel for a moment. Six years of her life that she’d nev­er get back, with the man who swore his undy­ing love and fideli­ty. Six years of build­ing a home with him, and it took less than two hours to pack it all up. Four suit­cas­es piled in the back of her Escalade, two gar­ment bags held her suits and gowns. The How­er­ton Hotel had a superb ser­vice. They would unpack and press her things once she set­tled in.

One less thing to wor­ry about.

With one long sigh, Brynn left the restau­rant and made her way to the hotel, her new home for the next week at least.

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Wel­come back. Today’s Six Sen­tences (+) con­tin­ue from last week (I feel like I need to insert some sap­py soap-opera music here or something).

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“I need to get going too.” Brynn gath­ered her purse, and tucked a tip under her water glass. “I’ll wait for your email. After I look through it, I’ll give you a call.”

Susan nod­ded and squeezed out of the booth. “Call me if you need any­thing tonight after you talk to Jack. I’m free after six, even if you just want to go for a drink.”

Brynn held the front door for her friend. “I appre­ci­ate that. I’m actu­al­ly look­ing for­ward to this.”

Susan flushed. “I wish I could be a fly on the wall tonight. On sec­ond thought, no I don’t. You know how I feel about con­fronta­tion.” She shud­dered. “Take care Brynn.”

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Good morn­ing every­one! I’ve got six more sen­tences from my WiP here, and maybe now that school is back in ses­sion I can actu­al­ly get to work on some of it. Con­tin­u­ing from last week:

Brynn wait­ed for the con­grat­u­la­to­ry gig­gle, but it nev­er came. She rolled her eyes. Susan’s big heart wouldn’t be able to stand it if some­one was hurt, even if he deserved it. “Don’t wor­ry Sue, he won’t be des­ti­tute. He’s got a job.”

Susan dropped her focus to her cell phone on the table. “Oh…gee…I need to go. I’m show­ing a house at four.”

Not sure read­ing a book six sen­tences a week is the best way to do it, but at this rate, it’s about as fast as I’m writ­ing the thing! Have a great Sun­day every­one, and don’t for­get to check out the offi­cial site for more SSS authors.

Hap­py Sun­day every­one! It’s a chilly day on top of this moun­tain. Autumn is in the air, and I’m not very hap­py about it.

My six sen­tence offer­ing this week, con­tin­u­ing the sto­ry from last week:

He gave up gam­bling long before I met him. While the crew loaded the truck I read the agree­ment over. When I’m done with him, he’s going to have to rent a room at the YMCA.”

Brynn laughed at her friend’s shock. Susan’s face paled to a grue­some shade, and her eyes danced over Brynn’s face. “So he gets…nothing?” she squeaked.

“Noth­ing but the clothes on his back. And the bed where he slept with the slut, since I’m so generous.”

“Oh my God.”

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Anoth­er Sun­day, anoth­er six sen­tences from my unti­tled WiP. I real­ly can’t wait to get back to work on this. I fin­ished two short sto­ries for Olivia, and then went right into edits for her Feb­ru­ary release Tes­sa’s Pride.

Okay, enough blab­ber­ing. On with the  post:

“When I entered into the agree­ment to pur­chase the Bone and Joint Clin­ic, my lawyer got a lit­tle ner­vous about Jack’s finan­cial respon­si­bil­i­ty; he’d already claimed bank­rupt­cy once. It was a con­di­tion to my partnership.”

“I…I didn’t know. You nev­er said anything…”

Brynn shrugged. “That was almost sev­en years ago, and I hadn’t thought about it since.”

That’s it for me. I’ve got a full day ahead at the Evil Empire. Enjoy your Sun­day! Don’t for­get to vis­it the offi­cial web­site for more SSS participants!