My official Red launch blog tour kicks off TODAY with Kristel Lee where I’m talking about why a strong heroine is better than just a virtuous one.
And now for something completely different.
As I was coming in to work this morning, instead of the usual twitter of summer birds, all I could hear was black birds. Hundreds and hundreds of black birds. Which is way out of season. Usually they don’t show up until October. It was, frankly, kinda creepy. And I had a few scraps of prose pop into my head that I thought would make a good beginning to a story. Doesn’t fit anything in my docket, but I thought it’d be fun to offer up to y’all as a writing prompt. Write as little or as much as you like and leave your snippet in comments. We’ll put them up for a vote on Thursday. Winner gets…well, I’m on a budget, so nothing but bragging rights. But c’mon! It’ll be fun!
The black birds came early. They perched among the still leafy green trees, mostly hidden but for the raucous jeers of their cawing.