Sometimes writing comes easy, and sometimes it doesn’t. Today every word is a rock in the way of the mountain ridge I’m hiking toward. Right now, I’m working on the knitting needles story that so amuses me (thanks Lisa O!). I’m very much in love with my characters, but I don’t feel like writing tonight (probably because I pulled something in my lower back and typing is a little uncomfortable). Nevertheless, here’s a snippet for your reading pleasure:

“I’m sorry, but I need a bit more access,” she finally said, straightening up.

He stared at her. “And that means?”

She gestured at the fabric he clutched to his groin. “I need you to move the sheet, please.” She looked steadily at his face, nothing but professional intent in her expression.

He blinked uncomprehendingly for a moment, then sighed when she didn’t look away. “Of course you do. Because it’s Monday and impaling myself on a knitting needle just isn’t unpleasant enough after a full day’s work. I apologize in advance for flashing you.”

She smiled at that. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“You’ve seen someone almost stab themselves in the balls?” He chuckled. “Sure.”

She grinned suddenly. “Oh, I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe. Trust me.”

His brain flashed into all the places it shouldn’t go at her words and he cursed himself silently. “Okay, I get it Doc.” He gritted his teeth and moved the drape over a tiny bit, not enough to really show her anything. “Is that enough?”

She gave him a look that clearly said no.