Join the Community Story – March 30
I must admit, I feel great. I’m on pace to finish my polish by the end of this week, and I can feel the excitement welling up. That excitement seems to also be helping me wake up early to write. I woke up at 6:45 with no alarm on Sunday and 5:45 this morning. It’s good when the writing is flowing.
Of course, that excitement also has a lot of nervousness mixed in, as once I’m finished with this polish — and a few more changes after I get notes from a couple friends who are reading the whole book — I’ll be sending it out to agents and editors for the first time. Shiver.
How is your writing going?
In the meantime, it’s Monday again, which means time to add to the Community Story. If you’re new to this, the Community Story started after readers voted on a bunch of story starters submitted by myself and more readers. Each Monday, I add a paragraph or two to the story, but in between, you can add your own paragraph or two to continue the story. Each Monday, before I add my bit, I’ll put your addition into the story, then continue based on what you’ve written. It’s a fun collaboration. It’s not for publication any where other than this blog, so you can get as silly and as whacky as you want with your additions. Click here to read the full story so far.
Below are the last couple additions to the story, plus my addition for this week.
Bonnie tried to speak, but her throat was dry.
What did this woman want? It had been 13 years since Bonnie had escaped, 13 years since she discovered her so called “cause” wasn’t anything more than an excuse for blood-hungry psycopaths to murder and pillage.
Bonnie gulped. It was so hard to believe she had been part of those horrors. She never regretted leaving. She never regretted telling the police. But then again, she never thought they’d find her again.
Now she had one choice, pretend she wasn’t the whistleblower that broke apart their criminal organization and go along with whatever plans they have in store for her, or resist. She knew her Star Trek well, and although these people weren’t the Borg, Bonnie figured option number 1 was best — for now.
“S’pose you want some water,” the voice said, thrusting a Heinz tomato sauce can in Bonnie’s face. “I rinsed it out first. Don’t have any proper cups.”
Bonnie took it and gulped the water, immediately feeling better. She handed the can back to the woman with a nod for more.
“Good thing we found you,” the woman said. “Gecko’s guys were right on your tail, and they won’t be nearly as forgiving as we will be.”
Da da da daaaaaaaaaaaaaaa… What will happen next? Add the next part as a comment.