Until the other day, when I noticed that her normal book had been replaced by a notebook. As it turns out, she's got a little writing competition going on with her friends. Highest page count by the end of the summer wins. (Wins what? We don't know. Nerd cred, I guess. Which...right on.)
So Wednesday night, we're at the dinner table discussing character motivation -- because we do that -- and she says, "You want to hear my first paragraph?" Naturally, I said yes. And now I'm going to share it with you. Ready? Here it is.
I hear a scream and shoot up out of my bed. I open the door to my room in the castle. When I step out, I quickly realize that something is very wrong. The stench of dark magic singeing the air, I stare down the corridor, eyes wide with horror. My father lies dead on the floor.
Dude. She's twelve. *sees visions of writerly children* *sighs happily*
Oh, and did I mention her title? It's Blood of Night, but she's thinking about changing it to Red for Revenge. Obviously, she's awesome. (I may be a little biased. Possibly.)
Right. Enough bragging. Time for a prompt.
You arrive home from work to discover a bullet hole in your front door. Under it, someone has taped a note. Go.
What made you happy this week?