My Agent Told Me To Make A Blog

I'm like the last person on the planet to read the Dresden Files, and within a few pages it's obvious why. There are very few books that make me actively irritated if I get interrupted. I started this one on an airplane, planning to read it while I was out of town... but I finished it before I managed to get out of town. I may have a particular soft spot for the roguish, lonely, haunted-past, tall skinny male leads. The Doctor. Sherlock. Constantine. I definitely have a type, and Harry Dresden fits it. With his messy history of magical-rulebreaking for self-defense, he's got all sorts of problems following him around, not the least of which is a wizard council that's just itching to find the slightest provocation to have him executed. Add this to the fact that the character is a total powerhouse of bad-ass magic, restrained by his sense of ethics and, well, being a gentleman. I think Harry Desden might have been tailor-made to melt my heart. Plot-wise, I haven't...

The prompt for this one was... 'He's always following me. Even if I don't see him I know he's there- I look out the window and he's on the other side of the road, he's trailing behind me in the forest, he's going through my bins. One night I woke up to see him standing in the corner of my room'. I don't usually write in first person or in present tense, but I find flash fiction is a good place to practice. --- I crouch on the rooftop, watching as two men follow a tipsy girl into an alley. It’s foolish of her to be walking home alone to begin with; taking shortcuts like this is even worse. Maybe tonight’s scare will teach her to be more careful. The men close in on her. One draws a knife just as she glances over her shoulder, and she lets out a squeal. They lunge. And I descend on them like a wildcat at its prey. I land on the first one’s shoulders, bowling him to the ground. His friend—the one with the knife—turns and raises to slash. I ...