Wednesday, November 04, 2009


There she is, walking in the inky darkness, D.C.'s lights behind her. She wears a tan trench coat, her feet encased in a pair of high heels. A fedora lays low on her brow, her curls springing out from underneath it to bounce on her neck. Her hands are clenched in her pockets and she keeps her gaze focused ahead, ready for...what? Danger? Surprise? Regardless, she won't be caught unawares.

Who is she?

I don't know.
She popped into my head last night and all I have is this startling image of her and her name. She has a story. A good one. But she's not talking yet, though I think she's getting ready to spill.

My pen is waiting.


  1. Spill! Spill!

    You had me at the fedor.

  2. I love fedoras and wish they'd make a huge comeback.
    Any character who wears one has got to be a winner.

  3. Sounds like she'll be interesting to unravel ... an interesting twist for your current wip, maybe?

  4. Don't you just LOVE it when that happens? I love when characters just walk into my head, fully formed. Have so much fun! She sounds great.

  5. I love when that happens. Enjoy!

  6. These are some of the best moments in the writing life!

  7. She reminds me of V I Warsharsky ... but that might be cos I just finished one.

  8. Oooh, I'm fascinated...

  9. I don't know who she is either, but I bet she's wearing these.


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