I'm going to be starting a new story soon. It's called Torn, and here is the summary for it: Bella needs to find a job and, with the recession, has a difficult time finding one until she comes across an executive assistant position at Cullen & Whitlock Publishing. Landing the guy is not as easy as landing the job. She has a difficult time dealing with her narcissistic and attractive boss, Edward, and the sweet and charming co-founder, Jasper.
This story is going to be my number one priority right now. I'm debating with myself about whether or not to pull Hopelessly Falling. I'm not really happy with the quality of it, and I also have lost interest in it. Waking Up will be continued but will go back on hiatus until I'm more comfortable with where Torn is. I know this might upset some of you, ... okay, maybe a lot of you ... but I really like the ideas I have for Torn. I also have an outline for this one, so it will be a lot more organized, and I won't be pulling things out of my ass like I was for both Waking Up and Hopelessly Falling.
I promised a teaser, so here it is:
I was looking at Rosalie’s and my kitchen table with different newspapers scattered across it. Each newspaper was open to the classified section where the jobs were listed. There were red circles all over the place. If you were looking at a birds-eye view of them, it probably would have looked like a cluster of red targets. Too bad none of those targets had actually led me to a job.
“Stupid recession. Why is it so hard to find a decent job that doesn’t involve fast food or stripping?” I had graduated with honors from UW with an English degree and found it impossible to find a job. I knew that an English degree was more of a supplemental degree, but at least it was better than nothing. What could I say? I had always loved books.
Rose chuckled at me. “Sweetie, I don’t think you could pull off a stripping job. You’re too much of a prude.”
I turned to look at her. “I’m offended. I am not a prude.”
“Okay, Miss I-haven’t-fucked-a-guy-in-two-years.”
So she might have been right about my not sleeping with anyone in two years, but it wasn’t my fault I hadn’t found a decent guy. I wasn’t going to just go start sleeping around with anyone, or anything, with a dick.
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