8 Sentence Sunday – 11.03.2013

Hello my dear lovelies!

As I mentioned before – Nanowrimo has started me up again on 8 Sentence Sunday! Hosted at Weekend Writing Warriors,  you can participate by posting 8 lines from your story, be it complete or work-in-progress, onto your blog, FB, whatever – and then link back to the site! My 8 sentences will be for my WIP, Cherry Valley, and I do hope you enjoy it!

A bit about the story: Our heroine, Natalie, is a big city lawyer from a small town she hasn’t returned to since she left for university after graduating highschool. To this end, the only people she has kept in contact with are her best friends, Chrissy and Donna, and the occasional visit from her vain mother. Circumstances in the city have made it impossible for Natalie to stay there when our story opens, and so she returns to her home town of Cherry Valley in an attempt to sort out her life and to fulfill a promise to Chrissy who is hiding something and need Donna and Natalie to help her. Going home is never easy, particularly for someone who has made a point to turn her back on home, and Natalie is assaulted with memories of her other best friend, Lily, who disappeared when they were all 16. Delving deep into circumstances of that summer, Natalie begins to receive threats taped to her windshield, leading her straight into the over protective arms of Cole, her sort of one time fling from a decade ago and Chrissy’s older brother. Going home is never easy – but with threats and old loves and a prickly home life – is is deadly, too?

Last week’s snippet was from the beginning – Natalie has decided to leave her job, her home and everything’s she worked so hard for and go back to her childhood home. And because she has worked so hard to accomplish all this, she’s pretty upset over it. This week, she gets a call from the problem of her life, and deals with the very problems of her new reality. Hope you enjoy:

                            Frustrated at her own emotions, she got into the car stiffly and turned on the ignition. Adjusting her rear view mirror so only the slightest corner of the house could be seen, she      

                  placed her shades on her nose and put the little convertible into drive.

                She didn’t glance back once, steadfastly focusing on the road ahead, and the hours ahead of her on the highway. So lost in thought was she, that she nearly missed the jangling

        her cell phone. Turning on her Bluetooth, she answered, “Yeah?”

                “Natalie – listen to me before you hang up –“

                        Natalie tapped the screen to drop the call, the gravelly voice of her boyfriend – her ex boyfriend, she reminded herself, igniting a white hot rage within her belly. Liar. She thought.   

                       Damned liar.

Check out this week’s post for more!

Cheers!

AmmyB

Frustrated at her own emotions, she got into the car stiffly and turned on the ignition. Adjusting her rear view mirror so only the slightest corner of the house could be seen, she placed her shades on her nose and put the little convertible into drive.

                She didn’t glance back once, steadfastly focusing on the road ahead, and the hours ahead of her on the highway. So lost in thought was she, that she nearly missed the jangling of her cell phone.

                Turning on her Bluetooth, she answered, “Yeah?”

                “Natalie – listen to me before you hang up –“

                Natalie tapped the screen to drop the call, the gravelly voice of her boyfriend – her ex boyfriend, she reminded herself, igniting a white hot rage within her belly. Liar. She thought. Damned liar.

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Nano Recap: Week 1 – Wordcount, Progress & Munchies

Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it’s always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     ― Neil Gaiman

I do like the words that come from Neil Gaiman. He is =, without a doubt, the voice of my young adulthood. I read Neverwhere and American Gods with a frenzy I had previously only shown for romance novels and Harry Potter. There is something wise in his word, something that evokes that original storyteller, the mystery and the reveal. And so, when I happened upon that quote just when I was struggling with my story – it seemed almost cosmic. Like Neil Gaiman is sitting behind my shoulder at Starbucks whispering, “Come on, this scene’s got your beat. On to the next one.”

Ah, if only it were that simple.

This week, my friends, has been a tough one Nano-wise. I started off strong on Friday, then got suckered into errands most of Saturday and only wrote about half of my admittedly high goal that night. Then Sunday I was at the track all day (where I read In the Woods all day – such a treat to do nothing but read all day!) and Monday I was arguing on the phone with the insurance company all day. Then Tuesday was a deeply busy errand day, and Wednesday I got only a half day worth of writing. Thursday was a blessing from above where I managed to fill the quota I managed not to do the rest of the week, and now today I plan on getting 15,000 words done to date.

But all the numbers aside, what has my progress been? I have helpfully divvied up parts of my novel into a few categories and events.

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8 Sentence Sunday – 11.03.2013

Hello my dear lovelies!

I know, I know – it’s been a very long time since I did one of these! I apologize! My life has been in upheaval for a while now. Things are a little more tame now, so I hope to continue these posts, and with that in mind, and the challenge of Nanowrimo hanging over my head, I am attempting to post 8 sentences of my WIP, Cherry Valley, onto the blog every Sunday for your enjoyment!

As before, this is hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors, and you can participate by posting 8 lines from your story, be it complete or work-in-progress, onto your blog, FB, whatever – and then link back to the site!

First, a bit about the story: Our heroine, Natalie, is a big city lawyer from a small town she hasn’t returned to since she left for university after graduating highschool. To this end, the only people she has kept in contact with are her best friends, Chrissy and Donna, and the ocassional visit from her vain mother. Circumstances in the city have made it impossible for Natalie to stay there when our story opens, and so she returns to her home town of Cherry Valley in an attempt to sort out her life and to fulfoill a promise to Chrissy who is hiding something and need Donna and Natalie to help her. Going home is never easy, particularly for someone who has made a point to turn her back on home, and Natalie is assaulted with memories of her other best friend, Lily, who disappeared when they were all 16. Delving deep into circumstances of that summer, Natalie begins to receive threats taped to her windshield, leading her straight into the over protective arms of Cole, her sort of one time fling from a decade ago and Chrissy’s older brother. Going home is never easy – but with threats and old loves and a prickly home life – is is deadly, too?

This snippet is from the beginning – Natalie has decided to leave her job, her home and everything’s she worked so hard for and go back to her childhood home. And because she has worked so hard to accomplish all this, she’s pretty upset over it. Here are my 8 – hope you enjoy!:

So last time I left you with the sound of a gunshot and the worried voices of wolves who were missing a few of their own. We pick up just as the height of their worry begins to overcome them and they find out what just happened in the field.  Enjoy!

                Natalie Beauchamp was ruined.

                As she loaded the last of her overstuffed suitcases into her cherry red SC 430, she felt the frustration bubble up inside of her. Over the last ten years, she’d gone from small town girl to big city lawyer, and yet one afternoon – one humiliating event in the middle of her office – and she knew she could never pick up her life from where she wanted to. Slamming the trunk down she took a moment to glance back at her tall skinny townhome, pushing away the panic of leaving it to whatever new tenants her landlord would find. She had nurtured that house for years – she shuddered to think of the ingrates who would inherit all her hard work.  

                She’d come a long way from that small town.

                She had never looked back.

                And now she was going to return.

Check out this week’s post for more!

Cheers!

AmmyB