Phoenix says Keen is pushy. *grin* She paints, and decided to produce the painting of Keen I describe in chapter…three, I’m thinking. And apparently one thing all art forms have in common is the ability to drag you back no matter what you should be doing.
Keen is…well, pretty. The word isn’t strong enough, actually, but it conveys his type of beauty better. Keen is jaw-dropping, head-turning, girls and gay guys walking into light-poles gorgeous. Which, of course, leads to macho insecure aggressive men wanting to push his face in fairly frequently. Since Keen only looks like he spends hours in front of a mirror when that time is actually spent in martial arts training…yeah. You know where that’s going, right?
Anyway. This painting shows up in the book, and since I thought I’d described it very well and I’m not usually much good at description (I’m working on it) I shared the paragraph with Phoenix. She liked it so much she decided to do the painting. And now she can’t seem to do anything else. She says it’s the best work she’s ever done. Even that it’s so good it’s scary, that she “doesn’t know where that came from.”
You may guess I’m delighted. Oh, and that pushy Keen got me to write 301 words on his story on a day I’m moving (it’s going to take a while, I’m doing the moving in an ’88 Corolla while Bly is working, then we make a trip in her mini-SUV in the evening).
That brings Keen’s word count to 32,207 for anyone watching my math.