I am alive. I didn’t leave you my faithful readers, all 3 of you. The holidays came and went. My brother moved in with us and then moved out.
I did some writing.
I did absolutely no blogging.
I am making great progress on my current ms. I am just shy of 30k words. I went through a horrid dry spell where I wrote absolutely nothing. I let a friend of mine read what I have written so far and she has become my personal cheerleader. Apparently, she thinks I’m very good. I’ve left her hanging and she NEEDS to know what happens next.
My goal is to have a complete draft finished by March 1st. Then I’ll do some editing, there is some weaving of important plot points that I’ll need to add to the first half of the book.
I’m anxiously awaiting news of a new Harlequin contest. I may throw my hat into that ring when the time comes.
I found a writer’s group in my area. Tried to go to the meeting in November, found out it was their Thanksgiving meal so I politely didn’t show. Tried again in December only to find out they didn’t meet because it was the month containing Christmas. I made it to the January meeting. I have found my people! I can’t wait to go back.
I was trying to sleep yesterday morning and a story idea hit me. Of course, I was tired so I wasn’t about to get up and write it down so I started writing it in my head, hoping I’d remember it when I woke up. I did. It’s only 209 words but I’ve posted it below.
My New Year’s resolutions are:
- Gain weight. (every year I resolve to lose weight. I never do, so I thought I would try reverse psychology.)
- Update my blog once a week.
Ok, I lie. I didn’t make any resolutions. But I do intend to update the blog more than once every two months.
Below is the untitled piece from yesterday. Enjoy!!
Was she really going to do this? Would she really step on the bus when it pulled up in front of her?
All of her prized possessions were nestled in the bag she carried on her back. Her mother told her this day would come. A day where she would leave the old Laney behind. Where she would start the journey to who she would become.
She saw the bus in the distance. As it drew closer her fear grew. She was afraid to become this new Laney. To leave everything familiar and comforting behind.
The bus pulled to a stop in front of her and doors opened with a loud whoosh.
She stood there at the door, staring at the stranger driving the bus. Could she really do this? Could she be as strong as her mother said she could be?
A warm comforting hand touched her shoulder.
“It’s okay Laney. You can do this” her mother’s soft and tender voice told her.
She turned and gave her mother a tight hug.
“I’ll be right here waiting for you when you return.” Her mother whispered before kissing her on the cheek.
With a new found courage, Laney straightened, spun around and climbed the stairs of that yellow bus.