The second week of the contest has been really rough for me. I was hoping to be closer to 40,000 words, but the reality is, I will not even make 35,000 at this rate. The inspiration and the motivation just are not there at the moment. However, I half expected that to happen, and I am willing to ride it out until the upswing hits.
Meanwhile, I have been thinking about a couple of characters a lot this week. Pearl, as a main character has had to remain an enigma. This is on purpose, because I do not plan on revealing her story until the final scenes of the novel. I am hoping that it has a big pay-off, but I have not quite figured out at what point that is going to happen. I have dropped hints and clues a few times throughout the piece so far, but I feel like at some point, and some point soon, I will have to address her story.
As for Bradley, he surprises me. He is a lot of fun to write, but I am starting to notice that a lot of his scenes seem repetitive. In the editing stage I imagine a few of his scenes will get cut out entirely, but for the time being his character has actually been more fun to write than I had originally thought.
All the other characters are around, I am writing them, and they really are not standing out or causing me troubles, so I suppose they have been serving their purpose.
Bradley went out that night. He had an itch that needed to be scratched, and it could no longer be ignored. He went to a bar first, and was not able to pick up, so moved onto a another bar, by the time he struck out on the third bar, he was becoming not only restless, but a little desperate as well.
He did not want to end up here, but he honestly had no other choice. He had heard about this place from a conversation between two gay guys in a bar several months ago. It was where you could go for anonymous sex. Go in, get what you need, get off and then get out. The location and the actual idea did not really appeal to Bradley but he desperately needed to get off, and there were no other outlets around him presenting themselves.
Bradley stepped through the non-descript door. He was not even sure from outside the building if he was at the right place or not, but upon entering knew he was at his destination. There was a front desk area, that looked more like a coat check alcove. There was someone standing behind the counter and Bradley approached cautiously. The guy behind the counter, not much older than Bradley himself looked up from the magazine he was casually flipping through.
“First time here?” The guy asked, as he absent mindedly flipped another page. “Rules are up there,” he said pointing to a list or rules and regulations. “It’s twenty dollars, and you can stay as long as you want. Hot tub is broken though, so you might as well skip that. If you want to smoke, we’d prefer you use the outdoor balcony on the second floor instead of traipsing in and out of the main door.”
Bradley nodded quietly as he reached into his wallet and pulled out a twenty dollar bill.
“If you need condoms are packets of lubricant, you can find them throughout the building. Lockers are down the hall and to the right. They are a quarter each. Any questions?”
“Is it busy?”
The guy behind the counter raised an eyebrow. “You missed the happy hour orgy, if that’s what you’re wondering,” he replied sarcastically. Bradley frowned in annoyance, and the guy noticed. “Thursdays aren’t typically our busiest night,” he explained. “There are a few guys… I noticed that there was a circle jerk going on a little while ago in the dry sauna. Might want to check that out.”
“Thanks,” Bradley mumbled and he made his way down the hall. He stored his valubles in the locker and took the key out of the lock. He saw a small sign tha indicated keys for private rooms, and he grabbed one, while searching the doors around him for numbers. Finding the corresponding room, Bradley slipped inside.