I used to have 3-4 Word documents open at the same time. I was always on a writing roll. Whenever I was stumped for one story, I'd jump to the next. It worked for me: I was always writing something . Now? Not so much. I got pregnant, bought a house and dealt with everything that entails. I felt guilty, not writing, but whenever I sat down, I would look around the appartment and realise I still have more packing or unpacking to do. So, I didn't write. Then I gave birth and any thought of writing flew out the window. Well, not so true. I would rock him at night, and sentences or scenes would enter my mind. I play around with the thought, the words and I'd get excited at the prospect of these ideas. Then, I'd lay my baby down to sleep... Thought forgotten. Now? I have time to write. But try as I might, nothing's coming out. I wrote scenes, or memories and that was fine. But the stories just aren't working. I have several ideas of characters and such but the plots a...
The tear. A tear on her cheek. Black-rimmed glasses, hidden by short curly hair. Pale cheeks, revealed to all, And there, the single tear. Dark head bent, starring at her mute phone, thumbs twitching, as if, waiting, hoping, praying for a reply. The bus sways but she does not. Face and body stoic. Emotionless. Unwilling to move. To breathe. But that tear betrays her, as it rolls, down, further more, and drops onto the dark screen, framed by now motionless thumbs.
Some time ago, Kelley Armstrong posted on her Facebook page that we could message her through email if we were interested in getting an ARC of A Twist of Fate in exchange for an honest review. Being she's my favorite author, I did just that, then promptly forgot about it. Until a few weeks ago when her assistant messaged me to find out whether I was still interested. Can I get a hell YES? I'd bought a Stitch in time (the 1st in the series) on my Kindle and DEVOURED it. I figured I'd do the same with this one, especially considering how the previous book ended. Except, when I received it, I realised I wasn't in the book for Victorian hauntings and I set the book aside. Dragged it along because I should. Till I was in the mood. Last night, I settled down with some tea, and the book and read half of it. Only stopped because my eyes were closing on their own. Finished the book this morning. As usual, I'm completely enchanted. Kelley's writing makes me feel like I...
Aw, I just saw this! *Wipes tear*
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