Being somewhat excited about my first fiction sale, I found it hard to focus on writing 13 lines, so I just took a subject from a little program I have called Musings, which has a whole bunch of writing exercises. This one was to write some dialoge with a denial.
“You are a spy sent by the CIA to steal our secrets, yes?”
Claire shook her head as she tried to worm one of her hands out of the rope that bound them. “I’m an author. I write romance novels, and I’m planning to set my next novel in your country. I’m just here doing research.”
Her interrogator raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “If you are an author, how many books have you published?”
“Six.” Thank goodness her cover story would hold under a cursory examination. There were even copies of “her” work for sale on Amazon.com, ghostwritten by someone from the Repair Shop. Claire had meant to read them, but this assignment had been put together too quickly. At least she could remember the titles. Maybe.