Day 6, 10,014 Words, and Things are Really Rolling Along Now...

A good day today, got lots of writing done, and had some fun along the way. Now that I've started writing your characters into my story, it's a lot more fun. Still in the past right now, setting up what will happen leading up to Sean's death. The picture above is what I am going to be writing about tomorrow... a confrontation between Tim and Sean. Katie and I have wondered how we would find the inspiration to write, were it not for the Covenant? I left off at a point where I still have much to write- so I can have a smooth takeoff in the morning.

Below is an excerpt from a pool party that Maggie attends with Sean, I think you'll recognize some familiar faces.

They had arrived a bit late, and the party was in full swing when they arrived, the cocktails and conversation flowing freely. Dr. VonSheintmeinpantz, ever the gracious host, disappeared to fetch them both martinis. Maggie fidgeted as they waited, worrying. Sean had no postsecondary education to speak of, and though he was intelligent and well read, Maggie was nervous that someone might talk down to him or try to make him feel stupid, a classic asshole manoeuvre in the academic sphere. But at first, Sean seemed to having a good time, was personable and charming, Maggie was happy to see, and she allowed herself to believe that perhaps they would pull through this without a hitch.
The trouble began when Brett Hall showed up. Maggie had met Brett once before, and had neglected to mention this to Sean, as Sean inevitably hated any male she had any sort of encounter with. This, as it turned out, had been a mistake. When Brett greeted her warmly, kissing her on the cheek as though they were old friends, Maggie saw Sean’s lips tighten and knew she was in for it. He smiled widely when Brett shook his hand in a slightly overfriendly manner, but his smile did not reach his eyes, which were blazing.
“How odd that Maggie never mentioned you before,” he said, still shaking Brett’s hand. Everyone with sensory organs could tell that Sean was making an underhanded dig at Maggie, resulting in an awkward pause that Maggie was becoming familiar with. Maggie had learned that the best way to handle Sean in such situations was to leave as soon as it was socially acceptable to do so, she didn’t want anyone to think there was something amiss, she cared what people thought of Sean. Would she have done things differently if she knew that she was fooling no one? That already people talked about how he treated her, about how bad he was for her, about how she should dump him before it got worse? Maybe she would have, but probably not. Maggie loved Sean ferociously, and had completely lost sight of normal that first night, at Club Abstract, when she fell completely, and irrevocably in love.
Maggie had been conditioned to react in certain ways to Sean, but his behaviour that night angered her. She was embarrassed, dammit, and after a couple of martinis and some interesting conversation, she didn’t want to leave. Also, she felt quite rightly that Sean was being a tad unfair. She was damn tired of him leaping to the worst conclusion, without ever talking to her about it. Sure, Brett had shown up wearing a child’s swimsuit, flexing his abs (which could have been used to grate cheese and make a nice lasagne), but was that any reason to get so angry? Yes, his tiny swimsuit left little to the imagination, as any person with eyes could see, but if the overall effect was pleasing, who was Sean to criticize?