WEEKEND WRITING WARRIORS #77

 

Another weekend is upon us and sometimes I feel like I've got nothing done. Then Grammarly pops up in my email and tells me how many words I've written this week, and how many I've written since I've started using the program a little over four months ago. Can you believe I've written over 500K in words? (total - NOT this week) Why can't I do that in my manuscript??? Well - shrugging shoulders - now I know where my time has gone. lol

I'm continuing with my fun new project, Pride & Perception and I think you've enjoyed it, so far.

We ended with:

“Don’t worry, my dear. Not only will Phillips keep an eye on him, Lizzy watches over her tenants with a zeal that would rival a dragon guarding its treasure.”

On that note, here are my ten lines.

Mrs. Bennet laughed softly.

“That she does. With luck, he’ll be a sensible and amiable young man and take a liking to one of our girls, or is he still in mourning?”

“I believe they came out of mourning a few months ago. He’s never owned land or cared for tenants. It was his father’s greatest wish to buy an estate and become gentlemen, which is why he’s decided to lease Netherfield. There’s not a better place to learn. Morris is a good steward and will guide him with a firm and steady hand.”

Mrs. Bennet gazed out the window, a soft smile on her face.

“Wouldn’t it be lovely if he met our Jane and fell in love? She can’t be so beautiful for nothing, you know.”

And to tease you further, to finish the scene:

“I don’t know about that. He might take one look at the mother and decide to run me off.”

Mrs. Bennet laughed outright. “You are such a rogue, Thomas Bennet! As if any young buck would look twice at a woman who’s been married for over twenty years and bore five daughters.”

“I do not jest, Fanny. You are still a beautiful woman and if he has any sense in his head, he’d pursue you with great ardor.”

With that, he rose from behind his desk, a dangerous glint in his eye. Mrs. Bennet dropped her sewing and shifted in the chair, her lips parting with anticipation.

“Thomas,” she warned in a soft voice, “our daughters are down the hall in the parlor.”

“Then,” he said as he locked the door and turned to face her, “we shall have to be very, very quiet.”

Weekend Writing Warriors is a fun blog hop where authors share eight to ten lines from a Work in Progress. If you'd like to check out some other author's writing, please click on this link: WeWriWa