WIP Wednesday: Now with words...

I'm posting to keep myself honest: for the past five days, I've wrenched myself from bed to write and averaged over a thousand words each day. Nothing groundbreaking, but this book isn't going to write itself.*

One of the characters, in fact the main character, is a young woman working on her PhD in psychology. Her area of study? Fear and anxiety.

There was nothing to fear. She was a God-damned expert.

But yet, in the quiet slumber of the house, a sound came to Kelsey. This sound crawled through the frame and walls, over the polished hardwood of the floors, and into the sheets and comforter on Kelsey's bed. It whispered in her ears.

I'm here.

Come play with me.

Yes, ol' Aaron is writing about a house again. But this one isn't haunted--not in the traditional sense. Have I mentioned two cameramen follow our intrepid characters around? But this isn't a Ghost Hunters knock-off. Oh no. The cameras are more interested in the living. Sort of.

More soon. Take care.

*of course, now I'm away from home for a wedding, so we all no nothing will get done for the next several days. Sigh.