Today is day ten of writing my latest novel BACKSTAGE.
Here’s an interesting thing: I finished day nine on 29,433 words, and I’ve just stopped writing and checked the count: 33,433! Bang on 4,000 words without even trying or counting. If I’d planned that, it would have taken work and tweaking here and there, lols. Anyway, it gave me a chuckle.
After a slow writing day on Monday, Tuesday turned into one of those days you wished you’d never had. To cut a long story short, it culminated in my new washing machine breaking mid-cycle. What a lot of sorting out that took, and I ended up mopping up wet, filthy water … eewww. Right now, I’m waiting for the plumber to come and take a look. It seems there’s a blockage in the drainage somewhere, and the pipes are a sealed unit, so I can’t sort it myself.
Today has been a fantastic day, in comparison. Not only have I dismantled some furniture (great workout, there!), but I’ve also written 4,000 words and gotten some other jobs done.
Okay, enough waffle from me. Here’s an excerpt for you …
Emma steeled herself headed for the reception room where the housekeeper would have put the unwanted visitors. Sure enough, she found the two detectives in there, perched on a couple of straight-backed Parker Knoll chairs. Ready for bad news, she remained standing.
DI Johnson rose and joined her by the doorway.
Resigned, Emma demanded, ‘What is it?’
Stiff and resistant, Emma shook her head. ‘I’d rather just get this over with.’
‘We’ve come across some holes in the timeline of the new witness. Other witnesses state that she wasn’t where she reports when certain events supposedly took place.’
‘And?’ Emma couldn’t relax. Not yet.
‘We have at least four people who can corroborate that you remained in the auditorium with the group for a few minutes after rehearsals.’
‘Yes. I put that in my statement.’
The DI nodded. ‘So, from that standpoint, it wouldn’t be possible for the witness to have seen you abusing yourself.’
Now, Emma knew beyond any doubt that they were speaking about Mel. ‘Yet you still have doubts.’ That much was obvious.
‘Enough for the CPS to feel reluctant.’ The DI cleared her throat, and a blank expression masked her emotions. ‘I have to ask you again if you’re certain you wish to proceed with the charges against Mr Derek Prentis.’
Emma paled, furious. She gritted out, ‘Yes.’ Then she gripped her elbows across her abdomen and paced up and down.
Johnson said, ‘I’m sorry. I had to ask. It’s evident that the new witness has lied to us, but it still casts a shadow of doubt over the whole thing.’
Emma shook her head and said, ‘I’ll take my chances.’
The resultant book will be Erotic Romance.
She’s a hopeful actress.
He’s a mentor.
Then there’s the big man who can make or break a career, and the demands he makes.
Watch this space! 🙂
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