October. Yikes. The year has gone so fast and so much has happened that I can hardly stand it. Thinking about it almost makes me feel that my life has spiralled off like a high speed film reel and there’s nothing I can do to slow it down. I’m nearly 30. I have two kids. I have all these plans and ideas and jobs to take care of while I still have the will, strength and stamina to do it.
Today is Sunday. You know what that means; another six sentences from my WIPs to tease your literary ear. Hehee. I have been caught slightly off guard this week, though. My A-Z of Flash Fiction is done, insofar as Six Sunday which means I need to find some other work to give you. I wasn’t quite ready for that.
Fortunately, I’ve been hammering away at Silk Over Razor Blades for the past three weeks so I should give you something from that! In fact there is one line in particular that I read to Dave today because I’m particularly proud of it.
In this scene Detective Inspector Brad Thorne has fallen asleep at his desk whilst working on the ‘Harrison Homicide.’ He tries to leave but ends up in conversation with one of the volunteers who has lifted some vital evidence from a broken laptop against all odds.
Brad paused. “Tech said it was useless. They couldn’t retrieve anything.”
“Please, those idiots?” Keith twirled a piece of hair around his finger. “They couldn’t find syphilis on a street corner prossie.”
Colourful, huh? Keith knows well enough to be proud of a job well done.
That’s it for this week. Next time I may well give you another sample from SORB, though by then I might be sick to death of it. Hehee. We’ll see when the time comes. In the meantime the banner below will take you to the main Six Sunday website. You know what to do.