The pressure’s on. What do I truly want to talk about that I haven’t already said this week? Hmm. Let me think. *taps index finger on chin*.
I’ve got nothing, so how about I share a couple of lines of my new WIP? The WIP with no name – which is nothing like A Horse with No Name by America.
Anyway, this story takes place in Venice and here are two little snippets.
(1) “I’m in a foreign country and I’ve just told someone I don’t know that I’m a small town girl alone in a city and even told you where I’m going. God, I’m an idiot.” Charlotte would’ve slapped herself in the forehead if her hands hadn’t been full. What a dolt she was. Now what was she going to do?
“Don’t be a ninny. Come on. I’m harmless.”
(2) “I think a home-made sausage and pepper stromboli would be perfect. Do you like that?”
“I’m willing to try especially if you’re going to cook it for me.”
“I didn’t say it was going to be cooked in my home, did I?”