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 week's edition of Tuesday Tales to the word prompt Hug.  This is an untitled, unedited work in progress. After Jill and Robbie finished dinner, Robbie ordered them cappuccino and an assortment of Italian pastries. Throughout dinner they talked about the restaurant and the places they had ate at in Los Angeles. They had both dined at the same places, and realized that one of the Christmas Parties they were both there. After that, they spoke of the actors and actresses they both knew. The scent of garlic and tomato sauce lingered in the air. For a hotel restaurant, the food was very good. In California, she couldn’t find a decent Italian restaurant that made homemade mozzarella. There was nothing like the taste of fresh mozzarella and a ripe New Jersey tomato. The waiter placed their cappuccinos in front of them and the tray of pastries in the middle of the table. Jill reached for a sweet’n’low, pushed the whipped cream to the side and sprink...