Thursday, October 6, 2011

Okay, I am going to post a snippet of raw, unedited writing tonight just as it fell from my brain.  I know it needs reworking, but I just thought it would be fun to post it exactly as it came to me, for better or worse.

A hard pull on his cravat resulted in an unyielding knot, and after a few unproductive tugs at the intractable rebel, Carrington leaned against the mantel and closed his eyes to calm an escalating frustration. He at last coaxed the twisted mass from its stranglehold on his neck, wadded it into a ball, and threw it with some force atop of his coats and dropped into the other great chair as his butler arrived with a brandy.  “Ah, Higgins, you cannot conceive the pleasure it is to be home.”


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