Wednesday is the new Thursday throw out #2


Welcome all to the wedsthursay throw out. I got Muse back from Beta yesterday, and I have a bunch of re-writes to do. Of course I went through the stages of grief because in my mind it is perfect, but alas I have made my way back to acceptance and have put my mind to the task. The good news is she likes the premise of the story so BONUS! I have decided to shelve that project for a while until I can rethink the story.

So I guess I have to keep plugging away on the other two in hopes that my other beta gives me the thumbs up on Scarred. (Fingers crossed) I know I should not expect my first effort to be perfect from go, but it still deflates me a little…ok enough whining. Let’s see what I can find to give you for teasers this week.

 

Scarred

Israel

My mind drifts back to the catering that I worked the night before. The young soldier that had returned to be at his sister’s wedding. The harsh reception he got from her. My eyes start to tear again, he reminded me so much of A.J. The overwhelming feeling that I needed to take care of him consumes me. How could you be so cold to someone who gave so much to defend our country? I remember the bandages on his neck, wanting to comfort him, but it wasn’t my place.

Well I think that is it for this week..It is short and sweet I know but I need more time to work on some new stuff! Please like and share and hey why not follow me on Google plus! You will find all of those links to your right!

See ya next week

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