“Just outside, on the Tarmac by the jet, Lucy Williams, a 24-year-old reporter from the Guardian, the world’s leading liberal voice, paced around and tried to calm herself. Her green eyes glowed, as they always did when she was thinking deeply. Her long, dark hair swayed in the gentle breeze. Her smart black suit was moulded to her long, slender body; her freshly blow-dried hair said, “Don’t mess with me”. “Head up, smile, breathe,” she said to herself, clinging on to her briefcase like a liferaft that would see her through all coming peril. “He’s only a businessman. You’ve done the research.”
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from Tanya Gold’s Mills & Boon book (via The Guardian). (via brokenbottleboy)
This reminds me of my Mills & Boon book, written in the summer of 2002. It was 40,000 words, all written with the express aim of reaching the climactic confrontation when the hero (tall, handsome, bearing strong resemblance to the chap I adored from afar at the time) declared, ‘I may be a doctor without borders, but I do have limits!’
Now you know why I mainly write non-fiction.
