One of my new goals is to keep writing - even when I'm discouraged about the lack of interest in the dystopian genre and my completed novel. It's time to write another novel, in another genre.
And I'm doing it.
The novel I'm currently spending my time on is a 'Women's Fiction' novel. It's about overcoming a seemingly insurmountable loss, rebuilding relationships that have been damaged, and becoming a stronger person.
'In a Minute' is the tentative title.
And although I know these words can/will change, here's the opening of the novel as it currently stands:
“Hey, Hannah, grab your backpack,” I yelled as my daughter sped toward the front door, anxious for her first day of pre-school. Her golden ringlets bobbed on her back as she stopped suddenly and turned.
“I almost forgot.” She giggled, running to the hook that held her new backpack - Dora the Explorer, of course. My daughter was nothing if not an explorer. The world held grand new adventures at every turn, and she was going to discover each and every one, much to my dismay.
I shook my head as she headed to the door again. “We don’t have to leave yet.”
She contemplated that for just a moment, then pulled out the big guns, turning to look at me with her bottom lip pursed and jutting out, her big brown eyes round and nearly tear filled. “But Mommy, I want to be there early. My teacher doesn’t know me yet and I don’t know any of the other kids.” Her pouty lip shuddered a little as she pretended to cry.
Not willing to be outdone, I pursed my lips and bent my knees to squat to her level. “I’m hurt. You’d rather be with your new teacher and friends than with me,” I said with a quivering voice.
Hannah immediately smiled and threw her arms around my neck. “I love you, Momma. My new class won’t be as special as you.” She kissed my cheek and patted it with her tiny hand. “Now can we go?”
Master manipulator at the age of three.
Any thoughts or input? Feel free to comment. ;)