I...write? Maybe?

I haven't written since I blew off NaNo in November. Bad Karen! Time to get moving again. I never got into my second D'Argenzio/Hashek novel, and I've been thinking that it's perhaps because, while I know and like D'Argenzio, I'm kind of "meh" on Hashek. So, with that in mind, I'm going to try to get to know her a little better. I'm going to (try to?) rewrite Spilled Blood from her POV. After all, why is she such a prickly bitch a lot of the time? I'm not really sure. Hoping to find out.

I've got a couple of paragraphs down already, starting from the morning of the first day, the same way D'Argenzio's narrative began. Hopefully I can keep this going. Doesn't common wisdom say that books with female narrators do better than male ones?

Novel: Spilled Blood, Redux
Chapters posted: 1, partial
Current novel length: 426
Excerpt length: 426
Editing: None. This is stream-of-consciousness, folks!

My alarm went off with a burst of mixed static and practiced, radio-DJ voices. Without opening my eyes, I half-sat up, reached over my shoulder, slapped the “snooze” button, and fell back into my bed. Normally, I’m an out-of-bed-two-minutes-before-the-alarm sort of person, but damn it, today I was tired. I’d been up late, not doing much of anything besides worrying and playing sudoku on my computer, neither of which had prepared me any better for the day ahead.

Besides, I had time to snooze. My alarm was set for five-thirty, which to meant that I could lay in bed for a whole half hour more and still easily be at work by eight. I’d planned it that way, knowing that I was going to have one of those mornings and that the least I could do was make sure I had enough time to wander around my house aimlessly and burn off some of my agitation.

The newest new guy started today. That was the cause of my worry; I would be getting my new partner this morning, and historically, that never made for a good morning for me. I expected this one to be worse than usual, based on what I’d read in his file. I wasn’t supposed to have access to anyone’s file, including the new guy’s, but my lieutenant, who was probably as nervous about this as me, had slipped the folder to me and looked the other way for ten minutes while I paged through it.

It hadn’t been encouraging.

The last guy, Nievers, had been younger than me, newly promoted to detective. Lieutenant Morgan had paired him with me in the hopes that, being new, he wouldn’t realize what he was getting stuck with when he met me. At least, I think that was his logic. He never put it to me in quite to many words. And anyway, it hadn’t worked. The guy had been insolently sure of himself from day one, and unwilling to stand back while I did my thing. He had also been a slob.

Overall, our partnership had been a resounding flop, which was why he was now working two towns away and I was alone again. Which brought me to the new guy - D’Argenzio, I reminded myself. I couldn’t very well refer to him as “the new guy” at work, or at least not to his face. But what kind of name was D’Argenzio, anyway? Frankly, I preferred “new guy” - it was easier to pronounce.

That's the lot for now, but I'm going to keep plugging on this for some more of tonight, so perhaps more updates to come. Whee, writing!
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