The ideas come in shifts

I just hit 10,000 words last night. Here's an excerpt from chapter 2 of my novel, tentatively called "Wyoming." It's not bloody Shakespeare, but it's a start...

    Darby woke to the sound of the blender coming from the kitchen.  She moaned and rolled over onto her right side, picking up her alarm clock to better read the glowing numbers on its face.  She had been asleep for four hours and her alarm was set to buzz in ten minutes, but she felt like she had hardly slept at all.  She turned off the alarm and then fell back onto her pillow where she lay staring up at the ceiling, her brain hardly registering the sounds she heard from the other room.  Likely Ellie was making some sort of energy drink, which she usually had around midday.  Though she was practically fanatical about exercising, Ellie somehow had little interest in the sorts of activities Darby enjoyed—hiking, kayaking, camping.  Ellie, preferred her sports to take place indoors, with the benefit of sanitary wipes and air conditioning.
    A familiar jingle sounded, the notes reaching heights that Darby’s second soprano voice could never hope to achieve.  Ellie answered within seconds, cheerfully greeting the caller on the other end, whom Darby immediately learned to be Craig, Ellie’s boyfriend, whose deep baritone filled the kitchen and carried back to Darby’s compact bedroom through the speaker phone of Ellie’s cell.
    “Pack quickly, Hon,” he was saying.  “I’ll be there in half an hour.”
    “What, why?” she said, her voice unusually bright.  Craig was the impetuous type and Ellie was not prone to enjoying surprises.
    “You’ll find out when I get there,” he said, apparently bursting with excitement.
    “No, tell me what’s going on.  Are we going somewhere?”
    “Well, okay.  I’ll give you just a sneak peak,” he said, and Darby could actually hear him take a deep breath.  “Since you’ve got days off coming up, I booked us a suite in the Hamptons.  We leave tonight.”
    “What, just for tonight?” she said.  “That’s a really long drive for just a one-night stay.”
     “No, Hon,” he said.  “We have the place all to ourselves for five days.”  The sound of his voice was still ringing in the air seconds after he stopped talking.
    “El?” he said.  “You there?”
    “Yeah, I’m…here,” she said.
    “What’s wrong?
    “Craig,” she said slowly.  “I took those days off so I could go to Wyoming with Kara and Darby.  We’ve been planning this for months.”
    “Oh, but honey,” he said, his speech gaining in speed, “I had to grab these rooms up quickly because there was a cancellation.  I was just calling them to see when they would be available next and found out we could go this week.  It seemed so perfect because I knew you already had off.”  He paused, the guilt registering in his voice.  “Can’t you go with them another time?”  Ellie heaved an audible sigh.
    “They’ve been looking forward to this,” she said heavily.  “We already booked the flights and the room, and rented the car.”
    “So, you don’t want to go with me.”
    “No, of course I do,” she said, letting her sentence end midway.
    “It’s just that I wanted this to be a romantic getaway for us,” he said.  Boy, he’s laying it on thick, Darby thought, grinding her teeth.  Just kick him to the curb.  Say you’re busy.  Say, “Gee, thanks Hon, but tough beans.  I’m going to Wyoming” already!
    “Okay,” Ellie said.  “I’ll pull some things together.”
    “Great, sweetie.  I’ll be there in thirty.”

    “Darb, I am so sorry,” Ellie said, emphasizing each word.  Her eyes were brimming with tears.
    “Just, don’t worry about it,” Darby said.  She was sitting on the couch in their cramped living room, staring at the floor.  “What else could you do?  It was a bad situation.  On one hand you lose your free frequent flier miles and a partially free trip to the mountains in Wyoming.  On the other hand, you make Craig waste his money booking a suite in the Hamptons.  I think the choice is clear.”
    “But still, I let you down.  And after Kara just canceled on you too…”
    “Yeah,” Darby said.  In the moment she had forgotten about that.  “Yeah.”