Diary Of Being a Writer: Week 163

Here’s something I wrote earlier.

Okay so the urge to write is back but the time and energy for it are not. And yes, part of that is because it isn’t going to be the fun writing, it is going to be the very unfun writing of Synopsis, Bio and Query letters. However, things continue to improve even if life remains a little disorganised and I know I will get there. Writing is what I want to do with my life and giving up isn’t the way to make that happen is it? No, no it is not.

So instead of a synopsis, here is the first chapter of;

Bloody Dawn and The Duke.

Enjoy.

CHAPTER ONE

Hen’s Party

The excessively blonde woman was waggling a rubbery oversized pink dildo in my face. Her orange tan and big spidery eyelashes were too close for comfort, but I didn’t flinch. I was used to this kind of rudeness. It was important never to show weakness to the enemy. This was however the first time anyone had threatened me by brandishing a dildo at me, and I hoped, the last. I don’t understand why hen’s parties think carrying phallic symbols around will improve their evening? Who first said, ‘Hanging out with my friends and drinking is fun, but it will be even more fun if we drink those drinks through penis-shaped straws’? It doesn’t make…