So the boyfriend moved in with me recently (yesterday, in fact) and was gone for awhile earlier to get some things from his old place. In the time that it took him I found a House marathon on Cloo... I was pretty happy. House is one of my all-time favorite shows. Anyway, I took the opportunity of having some time to write a little more of my story.
I am reconsidering making it a full novel, I don't really think it's the right material for today's readers. Instead, I might use it as a practice story, and when I finish I'll start on a real story... So, tiny snippet of part of the first chapter (Yeah, only starting on the first chapter today. So sad. Got the prologue down, though.):
"She lay across her bed, half cuddling the instrument, softly singing whatever words she felt moving across her delicate pink lips. Every word, every note she could feel ringing through every single strand of her short black hair, ripple across her pale, ivory-toned skin, from head to toe she felt the comfort of her music."
I am actually rather proud of this passage. Usually I don't like going over the stuff I write 'cause I'm just self-conscience like that but this is pretty good. And I swear to goddess if someone copies this -- well... I'll just not go there.
I will probably write more of it later tonight, and run it by Ryan to see what I can do about some of the other passages.
