This book I’m working on for NaNoWriMo is supposed to be a Romance, and every now and then I remember to chuck some in. I’m actually starting to enjoy writing the Romance bits, and I’m looking forward to the edits, when I can chuck more in.
Here’s a bit, where Parma, my main female character is thinking about Del, my main male character. I’m kinda thinking Pierce Brosnan for Del. Sandra Bullock for Parma? I like Sandra Bullock.
Anyway, here’s the bit I just wrote yesterday:
WORSE THAN HIS BARK – excerpt
by Marian Allen
Parma spent the afternoon checking the hen yard fence for holes and the ground around it for the beginnings of excavations by predators, then finishing up some furniture repairs in the work shed. She wanted to clear the space of as much as possible before she started on the play sets and props.
She would be working on a play with Delaware Worthington! It was funny to think of Del as Delaware Worthington, now, but he was that guy. She felt a little bit like Lois Lane, with a major crush on a larger-than-life figure who was secretly the regular person she knew and liked.
Or, in this case, maybe more than liked.
Del’s firm friendship with his cousin and care for damaged animals were more charming than his smooth manners and easy smile. He looked better for a few wrinkles. Those crinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth were – no getting around it – cute and sweet. The touch of gray in his hair, and especially his not trying to cover it up, made her want to run her fingers through his curls. She wondered what his ears would feel like under her palms as she drew his face closer.
She hit her thumb with her hammer, and her sweet daydream exploded into profanity.