DH has talked me down from the writer's block precipice. He happened to call right after I posted the above and made me describe the point where I've gotten stuck.
Me: I keep trying to describe what Anna is thinking and feeling, and it all sounds lame so I keep crossing it out!
DH: That's because you've created an unnatural pause. Get rid of that lull, and keep the action up--she doesn't have time to think or feel right now. She's just trying to survive.
Me: But that'll leave me with one action scene right after another, with no time for thinking and feeling until after the bit where they're going to kiss in the cave!
DH: So?
Me: But...I had
plans.
DH: Are they working?
Me: Uh, no, not especially. Point taken.
"I once caught a husband THIS BIG!!"
I thought I did and it was a shoe.
"I went to Reno and all I got was this cool bass player..."
I just end up admiring other women's, mostly.
Drabble, playing with that part of the wip that's giving me fits:
Jack admires his handiwork as he ties the final knot. Bound so thoroughly and gagged so securely, Colonel Robuchon couldn’t summon help even if he awakened. With luck, nobody would miss him until breakfast.
Mrs. Arrington has exchanged her torn dress for a whole one, and now she turns her back to him. “I’m sorry. I can’t reach all the buttons.”
With steady hands Jack dresses the woman he’s dreamed of undressing. What will they be to each other if they survive this escape? Their intimacy now is that of comrades in mortal peril, but if the plan works they’ll be alone together for as much as a week.
Some bonds are harder to sever than others.
