Mark Ayre - Author
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Author of the Alex Harper and Abbie King series.
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The writer’s equivalent of a ‘first-world problem’ - my head is *too* full of ideas
November 24, 2024 at 12:12 AM
The writer’s equivalent of a ‘first-world problem’ - my head is *too* full of ideas
Today I wrote:
“He emptied the contents of the envelope and was examining the glossy photographs, seemingly unconcerned that someone might glance over and spy the well-known local politician, locked in an embrace with a woman who was both unknown and not his wife.”
- from unnamed WIP
“He emptied the contents of the envelope and was examining the glossy photographs, seemingly unconcerned that someone might glance over and spy the well-known local politician, locked in an embrace with a woman who was both unknown and not his wife.”
- from unnamed WIP
November 16, 2024 at 1:34 PM
Today I wrote:
“He emptied the contents of the envelope and was examining the glossy photographs, seemingly unconcerned that someone might glance over and spy the well-known local politician, locked in an embrace with a woman who was both unknown and not his wife.”
- from unnamed WIP
“He emptied the contents of the envelope and was examining the glossy photographs, seemingly unconcerned that someone might glance over and spy the well-known local politician, locked in an embrace with a woman who was both unknown and not his wife.”
- from unnamed WIP
Today I wrote:
“How had it come to this?
Oh, right. The bell, the bus, the bastard. The last of which was supposed to be a lifeline but turned out to be another weight around her ankles. Far from hauling her onto the boat, Raymond Cooke seemed destined to make her drown.”
- from unnamed WIP
“How had it come to this?
Oh, right. The bell, the bus, the bastard. The last of which was supposed to be a lifeline but turned out to be another weight around her ankles. Far from hauling her onto the boat, Raymond Cooke seemed destined to make her drown.”
- from unnamed WIP
November 15, 2024 at 8:21 PM
Today I wrote:
“How had it come to this?
Oh, right. The bell, the bus, the bastard. The last of which was supposed to be a lifeline but turned out to be another weight around her ankles. Far from hauling her onto the boat, Raymond Cooke seemed destined to make her drown.”
- from unnamed WIP
“How had it come to this?
Oh, right. The bell, the bus, the bastard. The last of which was supposed to be a lifeline but turned out to be another weight around her ankles. Far from hauling her onto the boat, Raymond Cooke seemed destined to make her drown.”
- from unnamed WIP