Fabu's subject line was "anything to get me writing"
and Catt and I were talking this weekend about how I've stalled out, though that may be because what I'm working on right now is kind of epic in length, so I am putting words down, but I'm not posting anything*, so it feels like I'm not writing. So let's do something short. I haven't written a kiss in a while. (For newcomers to this journal, when I
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When the first fat drops hit the windshield, she slammed on the brakes and fishtailed to the side of the road.
“What?” he said, one hand braced against the dash.
“I did it.”
He leaned back into his seat and smiled. “I wondered when it would hit you.”
“Just now.”
“Apparently,” he agreed.
They sat in the din of the sudden storm, the pattering of the raindrops increasing in tempo until the individual splats blended together into rhythmic waves.
“Five book deal and the film for the first one’s already been optioned.”
“Yep,” Ken smiled indulgently. “I was sitting right there.”
“Signature on the dotted line. That was my name. And a whole lot of zeros.”
He chuckled. She shot him a dirty look, then reconsidered, grabbing his collar and pulling him across the seat for a quick kiss. She popped her palms against the steering wheel and slapped her seat belt open. She threw the door open and jumped out to dance in the middle of the road, the rain washing years of self-doubt and frustration away.
He pulled out his Blackberry to text a few friends the good news. Yeah, Jenna would want to know.
*smooch!*
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*Grabs you for dancing in the rain!*
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I will happily dance in the rain with you just before you get all famous-like.
You know what? I'll even dance in the rain with you after you get all famous-like.
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