... I can't do this.... ~ Erin Rose 🖤
Typed | I can't do this....
Saturday, August 29, 2020
Friday, August 28, 2020
Typed | See You At All
"I guess it was just a dream because now I don't see you at all." ~ Erin Rose
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Thursday, August 27, 2020
Typed | ....I probably am.
..I probably am. ~ Erin Rose
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Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Typed | ...circled him too
... she circled him, too ... ~ Erin Rose
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Tuesday, August 25, 2020
Typed | ...some silly nickname
....like some silly little nickname... ~ Erin Rose
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Monday, August 24, 2020
Typed | Fought a Little Harder
"If I could have made those nights last a thousand nights more, I would have fought for you a little harder." ~ Erin Rose
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Sunday, August 23, 2020
Typed | The Waves
"The waves came crashing in with a force so powerful that neither of them could catch their breath." ~Erin Rose
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Saturday, August 22, 2020
Friday, August 21, 2020
Typed | More Awake Than Ever
"She caught his glance....He was more awake than ever." ~ Erin Rose
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Wednesday, August 19, 2020
Typed | NARRATOPHILLA
NARRATOPHILLA: A fetish for dirty talk, sex stories, or having conversations about sex. 🖤
Tuesday, August 18, 2020
Typed | Good Girl
"Fuck you and your damn 'good girl' shit," she wanted to yell at him. ~Erin Rose
Monday, August 17, 2020
Typed | Recognize that Scent Anywhere
the scent... her breath...quickens. Nose. Twitches. Heartbeat. Rapid. I'm sure we've met, haven't we? Another time. Another space. I would recognize that scent anywhere. ~Erin Rose.
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Sunday, August 16, 2020
Typed | Second Chances
Sometimes we lose people just to find them again. Sometimes the second time just makes more sense. Honestly, that timing in life has a lot to do with everything. Sometimes, you just aren't ready for each other yet, and that's okay. Now you are. Make it magical, make it amazing, and appreciate every moment. ~ Erin Rose
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Saturday, August 15, 2020
Typed | Damn Right You Do
'I see you.' He would say to her.
Damn right you do. 😉 ~ Erin Rose
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Friday, August 14, 2020
Typed : Like She Never Read Them Before
She folded up that letter as tears streamed down her face, wondering how she managed to keep it's pages dry. She must have read that letter a 1000 times and each time it was like she had never read them before. ~ Erin Rose
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Thursday, August 13, 2020
Typed | When She Touches Me
It's your story. You're free to yell "Plot Twist" whenever you want. ~Erin Rose 🖤
Wednesday, August 12, 2020
Typed | Good Girl
"F*ck you and your damn 'good girl' shit," she wanted to yell at him. ~Erin Rose
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Tuesday, August 11, 2020
Typed | Stuttered
"...the only glare to ever pierce into the depths of my soul so deep I stuttered my own name ..."" ~Erin Rose.
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Monday, August 10, 2020
Typed | Crank Out Now
It’s a word I’ve heard a million times before but it never held meaning until Him. Words.
Words I had written about him before. Those.
Those have always had meaning, but nothing like the ones I am about to crank out now.
Words I had written about him before. Those.
Those have always had meaning, but nothing like the ones I am about to crank out now.
~ Erin Rose
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Sunday, August 9, 2020
Typed | Plot Twist
It's your story. You're free to yell "Plot Twist" whenever you want. ~Erin Rose 🖤
Typed | Nothing Simple
“He never called me by my name. That was too easy, too simple & there was nothing simple about him. ~Erin Rose
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Saturday, August 8, 2020
Typed | Breadcrumbs
I'll leave breadcrumbs and hope you follow. ~ Erin Rose
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Friday, August 7, 2020
Typed | The Beat Dropped
"Everything came out of nowhere. The beat dropped and she couldn't look away. She was hooked. Thud thump. Thud thump." ~ Erin Rose
Thursday, August 6, 2020
Typed | Was It Worth It?
“Was it worth it?” He asked, the ice clinking against his glass.
She paused a moment before replying “Was what worth it?”
“Opening that door again.” His voice rasped as he took another sip. “Having that door opened knowing that any moment Pandora’s Box was going to bring you to your knees.” ~ Erin Rose
Wednesday, August 5, 2020
Typed | Page One Dedications, I Might Be
Page 1: Dedications
To anyone who thinks I am writing about them, I might be. ~ Erin Rose
Tuesday, August 4, 2020
Happy To Report: Word Update
I'm currently holding at 14,145 words. Still not done but I've hit that wall of not knowing where to go/where I should go with a few scenes...SOOOOOOOOO .. it's time for me to walk away for a bit and hand it over to my editor to work her magic.
So thankful for this woman who has been at my side for 13 years. She knows my voice. She knows my style. She knows how I write. And she knows what to do when I get stuck.... cheers to breaking the 4-year publishing block. Cheers to breaking through some massive writer's block while I'm at it.
Typed | Just Let Me Be Sad
“Just let me be sad,” she told him. “Just let me process and then I’ll be okay. Can’t you just let me do that?” She crossed the room and stared blankly out the window as the raindrops pelted against the pane. ~ Erin Rose
Monday, August 3, 2020
Typed | Hate It To My Core
"And today, today of all days is the day I hate it to my core, to the bottomless depths of my soul." ~Erin Rose
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Sunday, August 2, 2020
Typed | At That Moment
At that moment the voices in my head fell silent as one word fumbled past my lips. “F*ck.” “~ Erin Rose
Saturday, August 1, 2020
Typed | Do You Understand?
"That rawness that makes your skin crawl if its not unleashed. That itch that needs to be scratched but you can't quite reach it."..... Do you understand? ~ Erin Rose
Happy to Report | 8500 Words
As of signing off last night the 'script was sitting at 8500 words. EIGHT THOUSAND FIVE HUNDRED words... in FOUR days... shew..I can't remember the last time I cranked out words like that.....wait..yes, I can... dammit... anywho.... Happy Saturday you guys......
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