Yesterday I was so excited because I was hit with inspiration and started penning the opening pages of a short story. The excitement is still with me because once the roosters woke me up this morning (yes, I live in a town, but it's surrounded by farm fields), I just couldn't go back to sleep. All I could think of was the resolution of my story. When it came to me, I flew out of bed at 5am and started jotting down points in the Word file.
There's nothing like the feeling of a story coming together in your head, don't you think? And now, I deserve to take a break and join the Six Sentence Sunday party. :D
I didn't have much time to visit blogs last week, and I apologize. I will do my best to make up for it this week. When I'm writing, I just get carried away and forget everything else. But I do love my SSS dose every Sunday, and I look forward to it.
To all the readers, please check out all the SSS talent here. Lots of cool stuff to read!
So, where were we?
You can read last Sunday's post here. Emmaline and Adrian are getting close by the River Ver in Hertfordshire in 1807 England...
The shadows of regret, anger and guilt played on his face but quickly they ebbed, and the crease between his brows vanished, as though he’d finally decided to lift that weight from him.
He drew deeply into his lungs as his thumb drew lazy circles around the back of her hand. “Here speaks the voice of common sense and reason. You see why I can never let you go.”
That was her Adrian—never one to agonize too long over things, even when he had good reason to. Relieved, she let loose a brilliant smile and returned her gaze to the quiet scene before them.
Hope you enjoyed this one! Here's wishing you a fabulous Sunday...
Until next time, live well and love deeply!
~ Angela ~
No Rules. No Formulas. Just Love. "Mile High to Heaven" and "Mr. & Mrs. Foster" available at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid.