Yay! My muse came back.
My last post was all about me having writer’s block. It would seem that writing about it provided the catalyst for change. Shortly after publishing that post, the block vanished altogether and in its place came an idea for a novella. I started writing it the next day and 8,000+ words later, I’m quite pleased with how it’s going.
Should my muse ever wander off again and leave the dreaded writer’s block in it’s place, I know what to do – write. I guess that’s my own tip for curing writer’s block
Thank you for all the tips you shared. Since you were so kind to commiserate with me while I suffered, I thought it only fair to give you a glimpse of my newly inspired work-in-progress. The working title is ‘Closer than a brother’.
As well as the sneak preview, I’m also posting photographs (courtesy of Google) of what I imagine my hero and heroine look like.
In real life, they are Laz Alonso and Dakore Egbuson, both actors.
Find an excerpt below and do please let me know what you think.
Thanks for stopping by.
Sami looked at her reflection in the mirror as she washed her hands. Dark grey eyes dotted with subtle flecks of black and brown stared back at her. She didn’t consider herself a ravishing beauty. Her features were far too mismatched and not in the least the stuff drop-dead gorgeous was made of. Large round eyeballs set in her oval face just above a button nose which she’d always thought too small for an African. Her plump lips covered what she considered her best feature; gleaming white teeth which flashed every time she smiled. Not that she was doing much of that now.
She sighed, blowing the fringe out of her eyes and thought of the man she’d left at their table.Her date! What a joke! He was just another one in a long line of let-downs she’d had on the dating front. And after she’d gone to all that trouble making sure she looked her best to make an impression. She might have worn a sack for all the notice he’d taken of her outfit!
This was their first date. They’d never even met in person. Becky, her colleague, had introduced them. She’d told Sami that Rotimi was her brother’s good friend and she felt they were perfect for each other. So after a couple of phone calls and emails, they were going out to dinner.
She should have guessed it was going to be a disaster. The signs were there but she wanted to give him the benefit of doubt. When Rotimi picked her up from her flat earlier on, he promptly announced they would be taking the tube to the restaurant because he wanted to minimise their carbon footprint!
She was all for saving the planet and all that environmental malarkey but she was no Green Peace card-carrying member. Besides she had on her 5-inch Manolo Blahnik strappy sandals. There was no way she would be able to walk; no, make that totter, to the tube station which was a ten-minute walk from her flat. The disapproving frown Rotimi gave her in response to her suggestion that they take a taxi instead should have made her call it a day right then. But she didn’t, thinking things couldn’t possibly get any worse. She couldn’t have been more wrong!
He either didn’t notice her discomfort as they walked or simply chose to ignore it and lecture her on the impracticalities of wearing such high shoes instead. His insensitivity riled her but she bit her tongue. By the time they got on the train, she could feel the blisters forming on the soles of her feet. She hoped her grimace passed for a smile as she was in agony.
She tried to look attentive as he regaled her with his environment-saving tips when she was bored out of her mind. She finally gave up trying to change the topic when he pointedly ignored her each time and carried on with his spiel. Thankfully, the Italian restaurant he chose was two doors away from the station.
They managed to order drinks without incident. However when it came to their meal, she could have died of embarrassment as he quizzed the waiter on the source of their food and how it was grown. He wanted to know the working conditions of the farms and the percentage of compensation for the farmers!
For goodness sake, who goes to a restaurant and asks all those questions?She’d quickly ordered something and excused herself to use the ladies.
Ok, she wasn’t going to win any beauty pageants but she wasn’t ugly either. So why couldn’t she, a twenty-seven year old optometrist, find a man? Not just any man. She’d had her fill of those. She wanted the man. One who would love and accept her for who she was. One she would spend the rest of her life with and have children with. So far every man she’d met failed to meet her requirements. Except one.
Daye Thompson. The one man on earth she couldn’t have. In spite of the fact that he was everything she wanted in her man, Daye would never be hers.
He saw her as a buddy, someone he could talk to and hang out with. He took his role of looking after her very seriously. He would probably laugh and tease her if he ever found out how she really felt about him.
She couldn’t tell exactly when her feelings towards him had changed but she knew that every time she was near him, her skin tingled with awareness. Whenever he hugged her, she wanted to stay in his embrace forever. When he looked at her, she felt like she was the most beautiful woman in the whole world. When he laughed, she felt happy. At the sound of his voice, she got butterflies in her tummy.
Her painful experiences growing up had resulted in a deep mistrust of men in general. But she trusted Daye with her life. She knew he would never deliberately hurt her. If only he felt the same way about her, life would be perfect.
Since there was no possibility of that happening she had to keep on acting the way she always had. She couldn’t afford for him to find out her true feelings. Daye was an honourable man. He wouldn’t want to hurt her but the relationship would be irrevocably altered. She would rather have him as a buddy than not have him in her life at all.
She let out a long breath, braced her shoulders and walked back to the table. Much as she was dreading it, she would eat her main course then beg off with a headache. And she would take a taxi home irrespective of Rotimi’s protestations.
She could just imagine what Daye would say when she told him all about this latest escapade. She knew it would provide him endless material for teasing her but it didn’t matter. The thought of his reaction would help her get through the rest of the evening.