Hello,
This is one of those well meaning 365 posting challenges. How far I get is anyone's guess but I am starting with good intentions.
My husband & I have been talking about writing a book for a couple of years and have got to the point of writing plot notes and character sketches. This isn't it by the way. To hone my skills and get into the groove of writing again I will be developing some ideas I've been having for a while about Death's Daughters.
Imagine if you will an old, scruffy biker living in the middle of nowhere, with a ratty garden around a tumbled down house. I'm thinking American mid west but it could equally be a wet and windy Wales. If you look at him closely he has a constantly spinning haze of smoke around him. There is too much smoke for the ever present cigarette and the smartphone that is constantly pinging doesn't fit with his look. He is currently sitting on a bench in front of his house, smoking and drinking a huge mug of coffee. From inside the house you can hear women talking and laughing. There are Death's Daughters. Women that Death has collected around him; snatched moments before their inevitable death, who now help him in his work.
More tomorrow.
Thanks for reading and I'd love to read your comments
Sam x
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