November is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) a month of the year where people like me finally get their act together and write the book they have been promising to do for so long. Well, I’m running late as usual and was only spurred on last week when I saw Rocky Mountain Woman looking for people to join her. So I did. I also found a link of the Blogger.Ed forum which you really must join if you want to be up to date on all things happening in the blogoshpere, I love their badge which I have added to my side column a bit Roy Lichtenstein don’t you think?
I’m going to cheat a bit today, because it’s Monday because the day is almost over and because I still have to update my NaNoWriMo page profile so I’m going to repost my chapter one filed away in category Book. This will ensure it gets a copyright and for any new reader will allow them to start at the beginning. I haven’t got a title at the moment so it will be called very unceremoniously ‘Book’ until such time I know where I’m going with it.
One last thing I doubt I’ll have it finished by the end of november but hopefully you’ll have a bit more book to get into. PLEASE, please please leave comments, good bad and definitely constructive ones. Thanks xx
Had she known that day was to be the day she would meet her future husband she would have spent a lot more attention on her appearance. She would have tried on her entire wardrobe leaving it piled up on the bed to be put away later and she would have spent hours in front of the mirror trying various shades of eyeshadow and lipstick.
As it was she woke with a start realising that she’d overslept the snooze button yet again. She leapt out of bed and made her way to the bathroom where vital seconds were knocked off her beauty regime down to the bare essentials as she rushed around the house fully aware that she was seriously close to being late for work.
The bus, thank God, was on time, packed as usual with stony faced London commuters, some with their noses buried in the various Daily Rags, some still applying their make up and others staring out of the window at nothing in particular. She made her way to the upper deck hoping to find a seat where she could sit for the 15 minute journey and compose herself. She still wasn’t quite used to this working lark having finished college only months previously. She’d already changed one job too in an aim to better herself. It was time she took stock and started to think more about her career path. Shop assistant in Hugo’s boutique wasn’t quite what she had been dreaming of during those tedious economic lessons.
The traffic from Pimlico to Piccadilly Circus was kind and she got off of the bus, stubbed out her cigarette and made her way to work with minutes to spare. Pleased with her timing she walked to the Trocadero Centre where the shop was situated wondering what the day would hold in store.
It was around lunch time that Fabrizio, her Italian colleague asked if he could take the first lunch today as his friends were coming to meet him.
‘Sure no worries.’
Fabrizio was a good laugh, a bit of a shirker and she knew he was helping himself to some of the stock too but she was in no managerial position to chide him and she didn’t want to. In a ’if you can’t beat them join them’ attitude she also helped herself to garments as they came in and took her fancy.
She was hanging stock up around the shop when he walked in. Her tummy was rumbling and she was mentally counting the money in her purse to see if she would have enough for a hot lunch today or would it be yet another sandwich day again? She knew if she were to give up her 20-a-day habit she would free up enough money to eat properly but she didn’t want to. This was London in the 80′s, everyone smoked and she was finally living on her own and making her own rules, No way was she ready to stop.
It was the rowdy laughter over by the till that dragged her away from her internal accounts. She glanced over and saw him.
She stretched higher in her old, worn boots, widened her eyes and put on her most gorgeous ‘Here I am’ smile. He saw her. She moved towards the commotion, drawn like a patient to her hypnotist.
‘This is my friend Giovanni. We’re off to lunch now see you in about an hour.’
‘Hi.’ It stuck in her throat and must have sounded so weird. ‘Have a great lunch.’ What? Why was she coming out with this stupid stuff? She took her place behind the till and watched as they left the shop laughing and chatting in Italian, an idiotic smile stamped on her face. Her hand making its way up to wave until she mentally took over her brain and bodily functions again. She was hooked. He was gorgeous. Could she even allow herself to think she may be able to get herself such a catch? It was a long shot but there was no harm in trying, right?
And then she saw him turn back to look for her, heaven had landed.