Writers Untie!

Sneak peak at the Anna novel

Strange, mysterious, and featuring one of the seven different tones that have invaded my novel. Enjoy.

Emma lilted down the stairs and prompted waved away the waiting cab. It was one a.m.; she was two blocks from home.

It was one a.m., and she had butterflies in her stomach. She was glad she had to write for Seb; there was no way that she was going to sleep anyway, and at least now she had something productive to do whilst trying to calm down and convince herself that the spasms clutching at her heart were nothing more than leftovers from adolescence that you would have thought she'd outgrown by 27.

But her heart was skipping a little, and she had to fight hard to keep her steps from doing the same. . . .

She hadn't found the most wonderful man in the world. She had met a charming, gifted, intelligent man, whom she knew nothing of and of whom she had no reason to be so stupidly excited about.

Emma managed to talk herself out of her newfound glee by the time she reached the front door of her apartment complex--well, almost talked herself out of it. The writer was convinced; the sean nos singer wasn't.

posted by Anna Clare @ 8:30 AM