Well, the bloody thing finally has a beginning.
I am truly appalling at writing opening lines/scenes/chapters of a novel. Oh, I have no problem picturing the perfect entry for readers into my storyline but getting it down satisfactorily on paper is another thing entirely.
So, it is with great relief, and with 17k words of the tale in the rearview mirror, that I can announce that my newest romance has its stoop, its front door (red, of course) and its welcoming little foyer.
Somebody, pop me some champagne!
Post-note: True, you have to squint to make this orange door appear truly red, but I adored the picture and just had to go for it. Apologies for my rose-colored glasses.