You know you've been writing urban fantasy when...
One of your neighbors drives home, and parks in the parking lot. As you're sitting upstairs in the office with the window open, you notice it's the dark haired lady who seems to talk to her car. You've never actually listened in to the conversation, but she spends an awfully long time standing out in the dark wiping imaginary dust off its hood. Or something.
But tonight, you have the window open and you can hear everything. And she's whistling. An unfamiliar tune. And she seems to be tracing some sort of symbol on her car, not wiping off dust. And she walks around her car counter-clockwise, whistling this odd little tune.
And you realize she could very well be warding her car against thieves. Or accidents.
And you think that's just too cool. :)
One of your neighbors drives home, and parks in the parking lot. As you're sitting upstairs in the office with the window open, you notice it's the dark haired lady who seems to talk to her car. You've never actually listened in to the conversation, but she spends an awfully long time standing out in the dark wiping imaginary dust off its hood. Or something.
But tonight, you have the window open and you can hear everything. And she's whistling. An unfamiliar tune. And she seems to be tracing some sort of symbol on her car, not wiping off dust. And she walks around her car counter-clockwise, whistling this odd little tune.
And you realize she could very well be warding her car against thieves. Or accidents.
And you think that's just too cool. :)
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