Today is not a good day. I’m unhappy and in a bad mood.
Read some of this book last night, and it was helpful, mainly in taking notes on my protagonist. I got it for a class some time ago, but never had time to read much of it. It’s good, written by a guy who runs the Maass Literary Agency (that’s the one Jennifer Jackson works for).
Anyway. I’m irritated and need a pancake or something. Feel free to send your sympathies. :P
Excerpt of the day:
She saw Thade, not twenty feet away, buttoning up the front of his worn slacks, shirt and shoes set on the ground in front of him. But what shocked Teague wasn’t his bare torso, but the scars.
Scars, long and short, deep and shallow, marred his exposed back without pattern. Several layered over one another, covering skin from neck to below his waistline. A large patch of his side looked as though he had been burned. While the skin was fully healed, she couldn’t deny the wrinkled texture of it. Hundreds of scars—maybe thousands—marked his torso, arms, neck, face—
Weirs, chapter 5