I started a new book last night - writing, not reading. There is so much enthusiasm when starting something new. You get to know the characters, invent or research the setting, work out the plot lines - it's all so much fun. Then you have to get down to the hard work of just writing. And it is work. But it's all good.
Anyway, I finished all my edits for my books from Cerridwen Press and all the stuff that goes along with that (cover art ideas, blurbs, etc.) so now I wait - and promote - and find a new project to work on. I've been in edit mode for so long - for myself and others - I haven't written much of anything. But that is what I plan to do the rest of this week. But today is too beautiful to sit in my chair and type so first I'm going for a long walk with my hubby. After he leaves for work this afternoon, I will also get to work.
Today's teaser: The weather is turning cooler, leaves are changing colors. This is the time of year for football games, apple cider and scary monsters lurking in the shadows. In the manner of Shelley (author of Frankenstein), you have to create a new monster - but one with a streak of good. What does your monster look like? What is his or her quirk? What happens when s/he follows the good side instead of the nasty? And no fair copying "Monster, Inc."
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Laura's head snapped up as the door flew open. Peter stumbled in, then slammed the door behind him, breathing hard. "Laura! You gotta help me!"
"Peter, what's going on?" Laura asked, bewildered. "The radio says..."
Peter moaned in disgust. "I know what the radio says! I didn't do it! At least... I didn't mean to!"
"They said that all that was left of the senator was a steaming pile of goo. You didn't mean to do what?" Laura went to touch Peter on the shoulder.
Peter drew back in fear and screamed. "No! Don't touch me! No!!" Laura's hand fell on his shoulder and Peter gasped. "But... You're okay!"
Peter thought frantically, running a hand through his black hair. "But, the senator, the general, the taxi driver... They were all-- Of course!"
Laura's eyes widened in fear. "They were all what, Peter?"
A look of triumphant understanding came over Peter's sharp features. "Republicans! You're a Democrat, right?"
Laura, still confused, replied, "Of course, my whole life."
Peter nodded quickly, "The professor was secretly leaning towards becoming a Democrat, too, but he was lured into endorsing the senator's bill! If only he had realized the true, pure valour that is the Democratic party in time!" Peter ran to the closet and grabbed his coat.
"But, Peter," Laura asked, breathlessly, "where are you going?"
Peter took one last look at her, kissed her hard, then said, "I've got a world to save!" Running out the door, Peter set his sights on Pennsylvania Avenue.
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