I'm back for another week of WeWriWa fun! If you haven't heard of WeWriWa, it's a fun little blog hop where authors of all experience levels and genre's come together to share 8-10 sentence long snippets of their work. Over the years, I've found that it's a great way to tighten my writing. I've also met some truly fabulous writers who've been a fantastic source of support and advice.
Life stuff has prevented me from doing much fictional writing during the past year. I missed it. Particularly since I've had this idea for a contemporary novel, Shattered Glass, percolating for a few years.
I posted the opening lines a few weeks ago, during which it was revealed that my MC's cell phone had no signal. Since I live in a semi-rural area, spotty cell phone reception is a part of life, so I couldn't help poking a little fun at how pop culture's rather cliched method of using this as ominous foreshadowing.
As always, any and all advice is welcome. Thanks!
Harlow tapped at the screen with her fingernails, which didn’t magically create a signal. “If I was in the first act of a Supernatural episode right now, this would be a very, very bad thing.” Instant regret winged through Harlow as her mind’s eye conjured a contingency of black eyed demons, or worse, standing behind her. She rushed to paint a silver lining on her naturally dark imagination. “Of course, if this was the show, Dean and Sam would be here right now.”
Her gaze bounced to Elk Snort, around the parking lot, and to the street. Not a single black Impala, lanky Winchester brother, or salt filled rifle to be seen. Damn.