Skiing is bad right now. We've had two weeks of clear sky, insane cold weather, and no snow fall. So, I spent most of this weekend indoor. I did my part of the house cleaning (bathrooms, kitchen and the TV room) very fast, and spent the rest of the time working on my so-called novel.
I'm using double POV, alternating between my hero and protag (a liberal scientist, of course) and the major antag (a conservative and evil dentist). Right now I have the most fun writing with the antag POV. Then I can play around with all my stereotypes of people I dislike.
Below is an excerpt of what I wrote this weekend. It starts at the point where the dentist Clint Parker and his family gather around the dinner table, after mass in church, and I, for some reason, swapped to English.
I haven't decided on how to merge the chapters written in protag and antag POV yet. Therefore I number the protag chapters as 1,2,3... and the antag chapters as A,B,C...
By the way, does anyone know an English before-dinner prayer that I can use in my story?
And there's no sex in this chapter. If that's what your looking for, you can stop right here >;)
Chapter B: After the mass
(first 3/4 written in Winterlandic; omitted)
“Dinner is ready”, Laura said
Clint and Christine went inside, and they all gathered around the table. Clint folded his hands and looked down on his fists.
“Let us pray”, he said. “Thank you Lord for giving us this food. Amen”
Laura had prepared a fabulous meal, smoked ham with potato salad and grass onion, light and suitable for the warm summer weather. They ate without talking. Only the jiggling of cutlery broke the silence, for a while. Then Christine put her knife and fork down.
“There is something I should tell you”
She rarely started out like that. Parker was alert, preparing for whatever surprise was to follow.
“I think I have got a boy friend”, she continued.
“How nice for you”. Laura clapped her hands together and smiled. “ Who is he? A fellow student in medical school?”
“His name is Steve. I have known him for about three months. He’s a very cute and kind boy. He is in the band I’m singing with.”
“What do you mean?” Laura asked, in a hesitating voice. “Have started to sing in a mixed choir, with both male and female singers?”
“I said a band, not a choir”
“A band? With drums and electric guitars and that kind of terrible things?”
“Yes, I have joined a goth-metal band. I’m the female lead singer. He is the male singer, and plays the lead guitar. He’s a musician. He tries to make a living form the band and his music”
Clint Parker dropped his fork and knife, from a considerable height, about a foot above his plate, and making a sound like a doom bell.
“And may I ask, what is a goth metal?”
“It’s a kind of heavy metal, with both female and male singers. They call it beauty and the beast vocal. I’m the beauty of course, singing the soprano voice”, she said and tried to set up a smile. “Steve is growling the male beast vocal”.
Clint was shocked. Sweet and obedient Christine, his only child, with a growling and guitar-playing beast. The beast didn’t even go to college. What would his peers in the Rotary Club say? What would this do to his reputation? This was something he couldn’t accept. He would make sure that this relationship came to an end, at any cost.
