"Back then, she didn’t
own screens. Now, whenever a sentence of hers unfurled into
something awkward or just never began at all, she gave up. She
let her eyes jump from her drab Word document to the brighter
planes of her phone and TV. Suddenly it would be 1:00 a.m.,
and she would be tapping out half-dream run-ons—into her
manuscript if she was lucky, Facebook if she wasn’t."
Ain't that the truth! This looks terrifying in a unique way. I got just a hint of the murders to come. This is not normally my genre but I am hooked!
own screens. Now, whenever a sentence of hers unfurled into
something awkward or just never began at all, she gave up. She
let her eyes jump from her drab Word document to the brighter
planes of her phone and TV. Suddenly it would be 1:00 a.m.,
and she would be tapping out half-dream run-ons—into her
manuscript if she was lucky, Facebook if she wasn’t."
Ain't that the truth! This looks terrifying in a unique way. I got just a hint of the murders to come. This is not normally my genre but I am hooked!