This post contains naughty words and naughty pictures.
Safe for Grown-Ups, though.
This is three sentence passage from the novel I've been poking at for three years.
The first half wrote itself very quickly, the second section I've been plugging at on NaNoWriMo.
I've hit an action scene.
Unfortunately, I can't write action scenes for shit.
(Not a word I write often, but absolutely
apposite under the circumstances)
So I've stalled.
I hope to write half a NaNo.
That's like a half-marathon, right?
Meanwhile, this is a scene
from the closing chapters of the first book
of The Skivvy's Tale
where our protagonist,
is in the wicked clutches
of the evil
Lord Arcady Vulpt.
She bent her knees, drawing up her feet, knowing her position to be wanton and shameless; grateful for the concealment of the mask. A new scent sharpened the air, her own.
‘Like a rose,’ he said, softly, ’ A woman’s sex opens like a flower and pours out its fragrance when she is in bloom.’
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