Working on the first truly only romance novel I’ve ever done SOMETIMES A BOOK IS JUST A BOOK–no historical fiction, no murder, just pure LOVE (oh my!). Been pulling out all the old love songs and watching all the old romance movies I can get my hands on. (gotta put myself in the zone) Hell, writing murder books is a lot easier than dredging up all that mushy stuff. Anyway, here is an excerpt.
Callie loved when Doc touched her, when he spoke, when he laughed. She loved everything about him. The way he walked, the way he held himself, the way he straightened his shoulders when he was serious about something.
He must have felt the same way about her too or he wouldn’t touch her hand like he did, hold her gaze for so long–he wouldn’t move in so close that she could feel his breath on her neck. He must feel the same way or he wouldn’t do those things. Would he?
I’m about one-third the way through with the book and am now researching stuff, talking with professionals that add to the authenticity of the story. I meet an artist today that may be able to construct the cover for me. Still gnawing on what I want.
QUOTE: Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, hast thou more of pain or pleasure!…..Endless torments dwell above thee;yet who would live, and live without thee-Joseph Addison
QUOTE: I’m scared to love again….I’m scared to get hurt again…I’m scared of being lied to again. I’m scared of being thrown away like garbage–whisper.
QUOTE: I’m scared to love again….I’m scared to get hurt again…I’m scared of being lied to again. I’m scared of being thrown away like garbage–whisper.
WRITING TIP: If your character is confused, don’t say it–show it. show how it feels, write how it feels.