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'Cause the Hunter/Scarlett tale needs to be hammered out.
‘I hate that fucking green dot.’ she thought to herself. ‘The dot that glares at me, tells me you are online. The one that once upon a time meant hours of conversations. Hours of smiles and laughs. A bright spot on a cloudy day. Now, it just means nothing more than silence.’
Sometimes she could ignore that green light. She tried. Every day she tried.
Tonight was hard as she sat there, staring at that little green light for hours in the darkness. She wanted to reach out. But she knew the end result of that. She knew it would be nothing more than politeness. Honestly, that was worse than the silence.
So, she watched that green dot. ‘I really miss him,’ she thought. ‘Maybe one day I won’t.
But tonight, tonight it surrounds me with darkness and takes my breath away.’
(C) Erin Rose
Work in process.....
She closed that door thinking she’d never hear from him again.
Oh, but how very wrong she was.
“We’ll meet again. In another life. Another time. Maybe.” the voicemail chimed.
As my brain tries to wrap around the last few big edits before handing the Cambrie and Dylan international love tale over to the beta reading editors - I've re-read the story I abandoned to crank out that one.
Pretty sure it's turned itself into a polyamory tale without even trying. I think Scarlett and Hunter will appreciate more prey.
Saw this little gem on Tumblr and it really got me thinking.
I’m feeling this very much right now. There’s one big finish just have to trade out the names and do a few minor final edits. But, why am I dragging my ass so much on it? Not sure. Another book has huge chunks written and just needs to have some spaces filled. Finishing these would be monumental but yet, I can’t seem to do it. We won’t even discuss the 100′s of partially finished drafts sitting on my hard drive begging me every day to open them and write.
Does. It. Ever. End.
