I meant to get a post about Dr Who and Romance done this weekend, but it’ll have to wait a day or two. In it’s place, here are 6 sentences from one of my WIP
Most people wouldn’t call her pretty. She definitely didn’t possess the willowy, lithe, nymph-like beauty prized by those American idiots in Hollywood. This young woman had the curves of a healthy woman and a face that his writer’s mind found more intriguing than any other he’d ever seen. The pert little nose sat above a generous mouth, pulled down in a charming frown that her finely arched brows followed. She kept her eyes averted so he could only speculate at the color, but they tilted up at the ends like a cat’s.
For the first time in weeks, something- someone- held his attention.