Why is it, when you’ve got a storyline arc that you’re really enjoying writing and you’re making good progress with, that a new plot bunny with razor sharp teeth jumps up out of nowhere and attacks you?
25,000 words into ‘Killing Time’ and I’ve got a new story squirming to get out as well. I’ve got a good grip on the overall story and where it’s going to head, but the finer details need some working out. Unusually, this is emerging as a first person narrative, but the chapters alternate between two points of view: Grace is is one. Damon is my other viewpoint. He’s a bad boy. VERY bad. I love his cynicism and arrogance.
There is a twist to this that doesn’t make it just your average run-of-the-mill romance story, but I’m going to sit on that awhile yet.
This is Damon’s intro to the story… See what you make of him.
It should be a truth universally acknowledged that a bad boy is always more attractive to a good girl than any gentleman of good fortune. He intrigues her; makes her tremble. Fear? Lust? Desire? Or perhaps a hedonistic cocktail of all three: bad for you, yet oh-so-tempting - like molten chocolate. A little taste of the forbidden never did anyone any harm…
Did it?
It’s fun to dabble on the dark side, after all. It’s just a laugh, a bit of fun. Let your hair down; live a little; no one’s going to get hurt.
Just how bad can ‘bad’ be?
