I spent too much time today backtracking and trying to figure out what the hell to do with my plot. I'm not used to writing this fast! Except when it's my own idea, of course.
Anyway, here's today's sample of hasty fiction pudding:
Every other man with whom I’d shared my secret had been horrified. Literally and utterly appalled. It was written on their faces, in the way they physically recoiled from my touch after hearing the truth.
I was under thirty and naturally blond. I had an 18-inch waist and a Japanese convertible. I wasn’t supposed to be anyone’s mommy. I never saw any of those other men again and the expression on Brandon’s face told me he was ready to join the pack.
Wait, is the secret that she wasn't supposed to be anyone's mommy? I'm intrigued!
Posted by: bethany actually | November 09, 2009 at 12:11 AM
You are rocking! your word counts, babe. I'm still catching up, but DETERMINED. 50,000 or bust!
Posted by: Kerri Anne | November 09, 2009 at 09:29 AM
Still loving it! :)
Posted by: Melissa | November 09, 2009 at 10:08 AM