With a smile on her face she read the nineteen words of the final sentence, probably for the nineteenth time, and was, definitely for the nineteenth time. well pleased with it, despite the fact that the preceding 1440 words had been changed and changed again numerous times. Mostly they had been added to, to clarify, using extra description, more precise adjectives, although, as always, the very first sentence, the one which was always the hook which lodged itself in her brain, which started the whole head-filling process, had hardly changed at all. And starting from that first sentence, listening to the words her characters insisted on saying, putting herself in their places, remembering what had gone on before, the many and various interactions which had filled the previous four books, understanding how they felt towards each other, how they interacted, what emotions they would show, which conceal, she had arrived, unanticipated, at the last, because that was exactly what the man would say.
She pressed Ctrl and S, and then did it again, for luck, before reaching across to the wooden cup wherein lay her memory stick. ‘Here we go again’ she thought.
[This was my response to the serendipitous four words of yesterday’s Thinking Ten prompt, read after I had done precisely this.]
She pressed Ctrl and S, and then did it again, for luck, before reaching across to the wooden cup wherein lay her memory stick. ‘Here we go again’ she thought.
[This was my response to the serendipitous four words of yesterday’s Thinking Ten prompt, read after I had done precisely this.]
