Erin Rose

‘I hate that fucking green dot.’ she thought to herself. ‘The dot that glares at me, tells me you are online. The one that once upon a time meant hours of conversations. Hours of smiles and laughs. A bright spot on a cloudy day. Now, it just means nothing more than silence.’ Sometimes she could ignore that green light. She tried. Every day she tried.  Tonight was hard as she sat there, staring at that little green light for hours in the darkness. She wanted to reach out. But she knew the end result of that. She knew it would be nothing more than politeness. Honestly, that was worse than the silence. So, she watched that green dot. ‘I really miss him,’ she thought. ‘Maybe one day I won’t. But tonight, tonight it surrounds me with darkness and takes my breath away.’ (C) Erin Rose Work in process.....  

  She closed that door thinking she’d never hear from him again. Oh, but how very wrong she was. “We’ll meet again. In another life. Another time. Maybe.” the voicemail chimed.

  As my brain tries to wrap around the last few big edits before handing the Cambrie and Dylan international love tale over to the beta reading editors  - I've re-read the story I abandoned to crank out that one.  Pretty sure it's turned itself into a polyamory tale without even trying. I think Scarlett and Hunter will appreciate more prey.  

Writing Status Update: I can officially say all the he/she pronouns have been changed to the character's name where necessary.  I do not ever recommend writing a novella without having character names in place first.  I'm still flip-flopping over the title and there are a couple of places I want to do some rewriting. But that annoying task is over at least.

Currently staring at the draft thinking about how I need to finish changing the pronouns to their actual names since those have been decided.  What am I doing instead?  Wondering if I'm actually good enough to continue.