Have you ever been so sucked into books that you forget to write? Well I have. This last week to be exact. And they aren't the published kind of books either, but those of fellow writers, who are so talented that they pull me in and make me forget, for a time, that I should be writing and not just reading.
I've needed the distraction this week, so I am grateful for it, but I am glad that I am back to writing and have even managed nearly a thousand words today.
Here's an excerpt of Surviving.
I lay pressed to Talmage. Our naked bodies intertwined. Silent tears fell to my pillow. As much as I tried, I couldn’t cease their fall. My body shook, no longer out of pleasure. I’d promised him I wouldn’t leave him again, that I’d marry him. But did that mean I’d just wait for him to betray me?
Okay, back to the MS.
Good writing folks!
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