It’s November. It’s NaNoWriMo time! I must admit I’m finding this year much harder than previous years, not so much because of the babies, but my own motivation just isn’t there. For some reason I’m really struggling with the story. So I’m a bit behind on my word count.
Nonetheless, I do have some sentences for you this week, pulled straight from the WIP Peep Show.
Cerise has come home with her friend Malcolm to enjoy a coffee before going their separate ways. She, like many of us, seems resigned to the fact that some things just don’t get fixed.
Cerise led the way to her flat on the third floor, trudging up the stairs.
“When are they going to fix the lift?” Graham huffed, holding onto the hand rail.
Cerise snorted. “It’s been three years. Don’t hold your breath.”
Yeah… I feel her pain.