Day 7 Prompt: the magpie and the cockroach

Sleek and quiet, the black and white of the magpie blends into the shadows of dusk.  One last meal is all it’s after, before the sun sets and only streetlights illuminate the grey asphalt of the road.

Focussed and alert the magpie observes the sleek antennae of the cockroach glimmer in the last rays of the sun.  It’s preening itself, unaware of the danger that lurks barely three feet away.

A flurry of movement and feathers.  The magpie hurries back to its roost, belly empty once more.

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Day 6 prompt: nightflight to Venus

Eva dug her elbow into her companion’s rib cage.

James, shaken from slumber barely stirred and Eva rubbed her elbow in annoyance.

“How can you possibly sleep?  We’re supposed to be on a romantic flight to see Venus.”

He yawned and stretched, stroked her hair and her bare shoulder before laying a kiss on her lips. “We don’t need to go to Venus to see the stars. They’re right here.” He kissed her again and gave her a sleepy smile.

Eva sighed, snuggled in under his arm and closed her eyes.

 

Day 4 prompt: A sound, a smell

The bell rings for the second time.  Fashionably late in unfashionable clothes.

He sidles close and I can smell him, earthy and fresh.  His formal attire sits well on him, far better than I thought it would.  You can see his figure, stout but not fat, poised and surprisingly handsome.  His posture is almost perfect yet I notice a slight hesitation in his gait as we walk into the ballroom together.

Day 2 prompt: fork, shoe, map, whistle

The explorer looked down at his shoe covered in a strange goo.  “I thought this place was supposed to be like Kew Gardens,” he said with distaste as he tried to shake it from his foot.  He began to rummage inside his jacket pocket, pulled out a fork, and scratched his head as he held it aloft.  The second time he produced a whistle, which he blew, much to his companions’ annoyance.

One final delve and he produced a sheet of paper.  “Here it is!  The map!”  he said with reassuring smile.

One companion shook his head, the other plastered a hand over his eyes. They both sighed in unison.

Day 1 prompt: Begin with white

The blinding white of snow obscured her vision of the way ahead. A branch of a mountain pine whipped across her uncovered face. The trickle of blood flowed rapidly into her eye before slowing and freezing into a dark red line that marked her forehead. If she believed in God, she would have uttered his name in crude commentary.

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The hard yards – editing

It’s true what they say, write drunk edit sober. However I never expected that the editing process would be so sobering in itself. Despite that, I’ve enjoyed the process, having wonderful critique partners and an editor who knows you and your strength and weaknesses is a godsend. I’ve learnt so much in such a short time since going through all of this. I’m on to the fourth edit and when that’s done I’m sure there will be a fifth.

I’m planning on pitching my novel to prospective publishers at the Romance Writers of Australia conference this year – it will be the first time I’ve done a ‘pitch’, and no matter the outcome it will be awesome just to have got this far!