Nine days in and I'm just beginning to hit my stride. Of course, my scenes have no settings, the characters have no clothes and the plot has no ending. Did I mention my protagonist sells cars for a living?
By 8:30 I was starving; my feet were killing me from standing in heels all day; and Johnny Stockbroker was still trying to decide whether his wife would prefer her $80,000 push gift to arrive on her driveway with “Starfire Pearl” or “Golden Almond” paint. I was down to my last strand of patience when a flash of black hair caught my eye through the outside window. It was Colin stalking his way toward the receptionist's desk and the sight of him made me blush into a shade of crimson so embarrassingly bright it could only be labeled “Matador Red.”
I love it! Love the sister, love the flute performance degree, love the novel! You're onto something-- keep it going!
Posted by: Leah Rubin | November 10, 2009 at 08:37 PM