Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales to the word prompt pencil.  I'm continuing with my untitled WIP about a woman starting over. The second the door of her hotel room closed, Jill plopped down on the bed and touched her lips. His kiss did more than electrify her; it sent her to a dimension she hadn’t visited in a very long time. No. I’m not going to go there. This was strictly to be a professional relationship. Jill stood up and walked to the table in her hotel room that she had been using as a desk. As she went through the script, she made notes about the main characters adding more depth to them.   Reaching into her handbag, she took out a pencil and jotted notes in the margin on the script.   She wanted to keep going because she was in the zone. Taking a notebook out of her messenger bag she managed to jot down an outline for the third and forth episodes before taking a shower. Ideas were flowing out of her. A couple of h...

 Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales to the word prompt Purple . My WIP is still untitled and is a first draft. After showering and making herself presentable, she called Robbie who had been waiting for her in the Starbucks in the far corner of the lobby. The night before Jill had stayed up reading the pilot. You didn’t like it, she loved it. The main character had a lot of potential. After reading the character sketch on her, Jill knew she could get deeper into the character’s internal layers making her a character that would stand out. This would be the first time Jill was involved in a project that had comedy elements entwined in its original genre of drama. She would have to watch how she addressed her comments to Robbie, not wanting to turn him off.   She hoped that he would like her comments and the extended character sketch she did on the main female character. As she came down the glass elevator, she spotted Robbie sitting in c...

Welcome to this week's edition of Tuesday Tales to the word prompt Save. This is a work in progress, still untitled and is a first draft. Jill stood at the window, with her arms folded against her chest looking out the window. She stood there for the longest time watching the planes take off and land. Taking a deep breath, she smiled in satisfaction. This was the first time in a long time she felt like she didn’t have the weight of the world on her back. It felt great to be back home, to her roots, where she was born and raised. New York, there was nothing like it. First thing in the morning, she would go across the street to the mini shopping center and get herself a couple of sweaters and a few more pairs of jeans. In California, she lived in shorts and dresses. The only time she needed to get dressed was when they had a meeting with the big bosses. Jill slid into her cotton nightgown; another thing to add to the list, flannel pajamas.  ...

          Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Tales to the word prompt Shoe.  This is the continuing story of Lorenzo and Pia.                                    At the end of the game, Pia sat in her seat, not sure what to do.   Lorenzo never told her where she should meet him. When the stadium was almost cleared, her cell phone went off.   Reaching into her bag, she pushed her flat shoes to the side and took out her phone.   She pressed the arrow.   The screen lit up with a message from Lorenzo asking her to meet him by the bullpen area. Pia thought about changing back into her flats, but nixed the idea.   She didn’t need to go far with her shoes on.    Quickly, she made her way down the ramp, walked around the s...