Starting to get over the hump! Just write through it. Just write through it.

Might get a bit more today, but I'm at a good stopping point. Next scene should be easy-peasy to do. Here's a teeny tiny snippet from My Fair Succubi to get you through the day. It's very rough draft, so please be kind.

The set-up: Jackie & a friend (Ethan) are cleaning up someone's trashed house. Ethan is...well, he's the male equivalent of a nun. A monk, if you will. Raised behind monastery walls and all that. He's...innocent. I lovingly refer to him as my Napoleon Dynamite.

Snippet!
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"Thank you, Ethan," I said, dumping my backpack of clothing on the corner of the couch and glancing around the room. "I really appreciate it, and I'm sure Remy would too if she were here."

He said nothing, but I caught the gleam of his eyes again as he grabbed the garbage bag and began to stuff it full of shredded paper. "You are welcome, succubus."

Oh brother. Again with the 'succubus' thing. "Can you please just call me Jackie, for once and for all? Jeez."

"Calling you by your first name would imply an improper relationship," he said in a stiff voice. "And I have no wish to imply such a thing."

Well, at least he was honest about it. "Can you call me by something else? A pet name of some sort?"

He straightened and looked at me with a perfectly grave expression. "Like...Fluffy?"

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