1/19/23 --- What a trying day...
Work was not great today. Like, to begin with it was fine, then everyone decided that I needed to be tested and I ended the day pretty fucking irritated if I do say so myself. But enough of that, it's not important anyway.
Been working through more edits on The Quest for Cowmelot and it's going well. There are definitely a few details I missed along the way, so I'm spending most of my editing time correcting those. I knew one of the characters hadn't been fleshed out as well as I'd like her to be, so she's getting an overhaul as I go.
I'm coming up on the Cow in a Wig scene for editing tonight and that is definitely my favorite part of the entire book. If you want, here is a quick little snippet of it! For context, this is literally a cow in a magical wig that makes everyone think he's a beautiful lady in a ballgown.
I stood there, frozen in place with excitement and fear as I looked out at the swaying bodies around me. Everyone seemed so natural, like they belonged in this world of luxury and grandeur. I felt, well, like a cow who’d wandered too far from the barn. Nervously I adjusted my simple black mask that covered only my eyes, careful not to mess up the curls placed so delicately in my blonde wig. Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself to take my first steps into the crowd. I lifted a single hoof just before a man stepped in front of me.
“May I have this dance, milady?” he said, holding out a white-gloved hand.
I looked up at the handsome man in front of me, his blue eyes gleaming back at me. Dark hair and brows, perfectly kept, frame his face. My eyes wandered over him, all hard edges and jawline. He looked like a Greek god, all olive skin, dark curls, and a body built for power. Even in his waistcoat and tails I could see he was bulging in all the right places. It wasn’t until my gaze came back up to his face that I realized he wasn’t wearing a mask. Instead, he was wearing a gold crown on his head studded with diamonds and rubies. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him and I felt my heartbeat quicken.
“M-Me?” I stammered.
“Yes. If that is to your liking,” he replied, his smile revealing beautifully white teeth. “Or are you otherwise engaged?”
“No… I’m not,” I said, stepping forward. “I’m yours if you’ll have me.”
He laughed at that.
“I mean… for a dance of course.”
“Of course.”
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