Hello. It’s a little after five in the evening here.
I am trying to cook dinner, but I am a bit leery to do so. From the living room, six amber eyes watch my every move. Unblinking they memorize every movement, every step or misstep, and wait with a patience that is eerily reminiscent of the killers from the horror movies of my youth.
The three Rat Terriers sit like immobile gargoyle statues on the roof of a Parisian church. Every other minute of the day, they couldn’t care less if I lived or not, but come dinner time it’s all hands in the living room for the show.
Yeah, I’m complaining, but I love them dearly. To me, being a pet owner is the closest I will ever get to true love (now there’s a story), but the dogs are proof angels walk amongst us.
I have no idea what’s going on with me today.
To prepare for NaNoWriMo’s July Camp, I’m trying to write A Blade in the Dark to completion. If you’ve not read it, it stars Thermopolis Konan and Lilly Thompson. Furthermore, I want my characters to struggle, to seek love, to experience pain, etc. etc. So, I’m putting tender scenes in the story, and it all came out in a flood of emotion. Check it out if you haven’t, let me know in the comments what you think.
It’ll be posted in the morning at 0300. I’m not a romance writer. However, if I’m in a relationship, I try to do romantic things. Often, the lady in question tires of foot rubs, homemade meals, and other ‘romantic gestures,’ well before we even get to a serious stage. I say that to illustrate that I have no idea of what ‘romantic gestures’ include.
Neither does Konan (or does he?) I should probably do a Google search.
I’ll let you know how it goes. It’s time for dinner.