Wordsmithing: GUILTY SECRETS Bruno Mars

Thursday, 28 October 2010

GUILTY SECRETS Bruno Mars - Just The Way You Are

OK, I'M GUILTY! I LOVE THIS TRACK.

When I was thinking about cooking up characters I wanted to read about, this video was playing in my head.

I'm a push over. Give a man a hat and a touch of artistic flare and I won't even try to resist.
This has been played loud for the last month, the highlight of my four-hours-a-day dose of Radio One.

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Summer Ross29 October 2010 at 14:31
All your "mutiple wips" does sound painful. are you working on all of them for NaNo or just with one?
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Unknown29 October 2010 at 15:37
Hi Summer
I'm working on two properly and the third is waiting for me to get back to it. :s
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RETURN: YA Paranormal Romance

I was running late. But, it was nothing I couldn’t make up with a bit of effort. I shook my head. Confident and happy? I smiled. Increasing my stride, I pushed until the muscles in my legs burned. I kept up the pace even when the hill grew steeper.

Magpie Lane was hardly wider than a ribbon that edged the woods but that didn’t stop traffic using it to get to the motorway quicker. Large trucks and fast cars loved Magpie Lane. They sent vibrations running through me rising from the soles of my trainers. I felt the disturbance in the ground, even before the air pressure tried to knock me off balance. I hunched my shoulders as the cab hauling a container spat stones up at me.

Jogging on the spot, at the entrance to woodland, I ached to leave the road and go inside. My Mum was probably still asleep but I could hear her you-never-know-what might-be-in-there lecture buzzing on repeat inside my head. I should run safe. Not even I would argue that running through the woods on my own was the best definition of safe but I wanted to run-wild and the woodland offered me that. This early, I should be safe from axe murderers or perverts in the trees and besides, I was fast.

I jogged down the slope into the trees. From two paces in, I felt different. Freer. It felt so right. Running in the woods did great things for my style. Avoiding the roots and dodging branches forced my stride longer, I had to step higher. The woodland, The Weald, was only a sliver of ancient woodland that the developers forgot to build on but it felt like it could have been anywhere. Everywhere. At any time. The oaks and beech trees dominated the space and the skinny, silver-birches squeezed up beside them. I laughed. For a second, the woods reminded me of school and I needed to run a lot faster.

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Thursday, 28 October 2010

GUILTY SECRETS Bruno Mars - Just The Way You Are

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