I'm not sure what's happening or why it's happening but I seem to be on a roll. 3700 words in the past three days. I don't want to jinx it. Putting words to a new story has been like pulling teeth this year. Hell, I haven't even been able to put new words to old stories. Blerg.
Anyway, I'm over 11K on the book now, so I should be able to finish this one. :fingers crossed:
Duke Noble, Private Eye.
"It can't be," said a voice near the diagonally parked cars to my left. "Hank? Is that you?"
I couldn't very well pretend I was someone else. Howard Ellington Nobel, to be exact, as pretentious as that sounds. What can I say? Maybe my mother wanted a poodle and got me instead. I hadn't heard the name Hank in decades. Thankfully, Granddad Noble got one whiff of my middle name and christened me Duke. Once my friends in college heard the story, they wouldn't call me anything else and I've been Duke Noble ever since.
I wasn't surprised someone in this town would call me Hank. I was only surprised anyone would recognize me after all this time.
I like Duke. I'm enjoying the hell out of this story. I have no clue who did it, which is part of the fun of writing the way I write. I'm telling myself the story as I go along.
Even when I was a little girl, I was always telling myself stories. I'd lay in bed at night, talking to myself, telling myself stories. I'd be out in the fields doing the same thing during the day.
Now, the hope is that other people will enjoy the stories I tell myself, but I shouldn't let that change how I do things. Maybe that's why this year writing has been so hard. I've been letting everything interfere with the process. Well, not this time.