Not quite a new genre, but certainly not an area expected from a writer of #horror stories.
Last week, I decided to try my hand at writing a #modernromance. I wrote a ghost romance a few years ago. Oh, you forgot about A Sailor's Love https://www.draft2digital.com/book/34522.
Here is a section from the beginning of my #WIP.
Anne Oliver sat at her desk, looking out from the office window she could view all of the skyscrapers in Medville, being a best-selling historical fiction writer had given her some privileges in her career, but she knew you can’t buy happiness. Anne had her share of detractors and critics in her early years and those knocks still bore the scars on her confidence.
Fortune had favoured Anne, at the point of giving up writing, she entered one final writing contest out of desperation. The prize was a prestigious contract with a top publishing house, although she’d never written historical fiction before - she was known for Gothic Romances - she decided with nothing to lose to have a go. Much to her surprise, although she didn’t win the contest, her entry so impressed the judges they offered her a contract.
For many years, Anne’s best friend had been Paula Clark. Paula had been offered the job of publicist at a new firm in Medville, and was on the lookout for new writers to impress her bosses. Being a fan of Anne’s writing, Paula asked Anne is she would like to be her client at the firm.
Not sure what to make of the newcomer to the scene, the bosses at MedHis Press were a little dubious of Paula’s choice of her friend as a client, but they decided to give Anne the chance to prove herself, and they never looked back, as her stature grew so did the firm’s. Now MedHis was one of the most popular publishers in Medville.
Anne had a high class apartment in one of the richest areas of the city, filled with her awards and cases full of her books but her heart was never in the city. She had been brought up in Medville but she longed for the days when her family visited their lodge in the mountains. Her career meant she had little time for such luxuries as time off, and being a writer, even if she took the occasional day off work she was still thinking of story lines. Often, Anne wondered what it would be like to be able to relax her mind and just enjoy life.
From her office, Anne could see all the neon signs flashing their endless messages for merchandise, and the latest shows and films. The high life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be she thought, I spend my days writing about the lives and loves of my readers heroes and heroines, and rarely get the opportunity to enjoy the gains of my work. Perhaps, after the next release, I’ll take a week off to visit the lodge.
As if to remind her of her obligation to the reality of life, the phone on the desk rang, she picked the receiver up and replied, “Anne Oliver, how may I help you?”
The voice on the other end was the familiar voice of her friend, Paula, “Hi, Anne, how are you fixed for dinner tonight?”
Anne thought for a while, and checked her diary, Paula usually kept track of Anne’s meetings but sometimes Anne booked one, or two, without telling her friend. It was her way of having a little freedom, and Paula accepted the way Anne did things. Anne took a glance at her calendar, and then said, “I’m free tonight, Paula, what’s on your mind?”
Paula flicked through the book of addresses in front of her, and then replied, “I was thinking we could have a drink and a meal to discuss a new proposal that was put to me, to put to you.”
Anne glanced across the rooftops of the buildings in her view, she was lost in thought for a minute, and then replied, “Yeah, I’m good with that idea. Shall we say 8:00 at the Freemont Parlour Lounge.”
Paula gently smiled, and replied, “8:00 it is, I look forward to seeing you again, you’ve been so busy recently, we’ve lost touch.”
Anne sighed, “I know, Paula, I thought this time I might be able to take some time off, I feel jaded and I’m concerned my tiredness will affect my writing, and the sales will fall drastically. I don’t want to disappoint my readers.”
Paula giggled, and then said, “Anne, have you ever let the readers down?”
Anne thought for a moment, and the replied, “Not as far as I can recall, but there’s always a first time, Paula.”
Paula smoothed her skirt, and replied, “I can tell you, your books are selling better than ever, we have mass pre-orders for your next book, and only you know when it will be out. I know you like to keep things close to your chest, but a little warning would be nice. That way we can book some promotional tours to coincide with the launch, before you say it - I know you don’t like signings, Anne.
So, we’re good for tonight, 8:00 at the Freemont, be there, or be square,” Paula quipped as she put the phone in her office down.
Anne looked at her watch and thought It’s 11:00, I could do with a coffee break, my back hurts and the walk to the canteen will ease the pain. She put the phone down, and walked across to the door to the outer office.
As she opened the door, her secretary handed her a file, and asked, “Are you going to be out for long, you have an 11:20 appointment with John Clark, Miss Oliver?”
Anne smiled, and then replied, “No, Janet, I’m only going to the canteen to get a coffee, then I’ll be back. ten minutes at the most.”
The photo of the house on the post is one I took of my late friend Faye's house in #LacLaBiche, #Alberta, #Canada.