Last night was Earth Hour and dedicated my hour to working on Never. I jumped forward again to continue a part that I had left behind months ago. It was productive, and it felt good, but it didn’t flow as much as I was hoping. Thank God for editing.

Here’s an excerpt.

I was wounded. I was about to respond, but I caught the driver looking at us in the rear view mirror, an eyebrow inappropriately lifted. Instead of saying what I wanted to, I let it rest, temporarily. I’d have to ask her if she thought this was a mistake when we got a moment alone. I ached to be closer to Renata, but retreated to my side of the car. It was already beginning, the show we’d put on for others. We were already broken and we were only ten minutes in.

My first inclination was to read with a book light during that hour, but I was never able to find it. So I had to change plans. I decided to make more progress on my WIP. So at 8:30 sharp, we turned out the lights, lit some candles, and I unplugged my laptop.

The end result was about 400 words that amounted to some really good stuff. Maybe it was the candlelight, but my writing was more romantically themed than what I usually do, which turned out to be perfect for that moment in my story. It wasn’t hard to write a scene with Ryan and Renata in the dark English countryside while rain pelted against the windows, because it felt like an extension of what I was already doing.

Besides the good work that came out of it, it was also a nice change of pace personally. Me and all the other people I know who took part all agreed that Earth Hour is something that should happen much more often and not just once a year.