Wow what a week! I’ve been nervous about starting up a blog and had been putting it off for ages but now I really have no idea why. Thank you so much to everyone who has followed me😍😍😍. I’m really enjoying being a part of this crazy community and hope that the fun just keeps coming from here on out ☺️
I thought that maybe some of you would like to have a read of the opening paragraphs of my upcoming novel Chained and would love to hear any thoughts you have ☺️ I’m super nervous and excited about doing this but I’m just going to do jump in 😁 so here goes…
I slammed my palms against the cold glass that separated us but they didn’t react.
“Mom!” I shouted. “Dad!”
They didn’t look up. No matter what I did, they didn’t look up from their work. The white lab was cold and unwelcoming but they seemed at home in it. They didn’t know what was coming, it was just like any other day. I slammed my palms on the glass again. They couldn’t hear me.
A blue light started flashing above their heads and they both turned abruptly to stare at it. My mom dropped the vial she was holding and it smashed into a thousand tiny pieces by her feet.
“Mom!” I screamed. Tears were running down my cheeks. “Dad!” My throat felt raw as sandpaper but I kept screaming and hammering on the glass.
Mom grabbed my dad’s hand. Their eyes met and in that second, they knew what was coming.
“No!” I yelled. “Please, run… please,” I sobbed.
Dad pulled my mom into his arms and kissed her hair. Their fingers dug into each other’s clothes and they held on so tightly it must have been painful.
I screamed again.
The flames dove from the ceiling in a wave. They washed over my parents, kissing their skin and wrapping them in fingers of orange flame. Then I lost sight of them. There was only fire and my screams and burning.
… I hope you like it because my cat Roly doesn’t care 😸
Guy: ‘Oh wow, you’re writing a book, how long did that take you?’
Me: ‘I’ve written five books, it’s taken me two years.’
Guy: ‘Oh my gosh, so you’re doing that full time then?’
Me: ‘No, I work full time and I write whenever I can.’
Guy: ‘When? How do you get time? I can’t imagine getting time to do that, maybe your life isn’t as busy as mine. That must be such a chore.’
Me: ‘I love to write so I don’t see it as a chore, it’s a passion. I am really busy but I do it on my lunch break or while my dinner is cooking or when my hubby falls asleep in front of the TV…’
Guy: ‘Well I have no imagination so I just can’t imagine how you could come up with any ideas.”
Guy: ‘What’s obvious?’
Me: ‘If you have no imagination you obviously can’t imagine anything…’
Guy: ‘Oh I get it now 😂.’
Guy: ‘So how do you come up with ideas?’
Me: ‘I… come up with ideas…’
Me: ‘I just have a very active imagination, I’m always coming up with little stories and if something takes hold in my mind I just need to get it out. Once I start writing I feel as though I’m telling a story that was already there.’
Guy: ‘I don’t understand that at all. I really have no imagination 😂.’
Me: ‘😐… Do you like reading books?’
Guy: ‘No, I’ve never read a book in my life.’