I’m still meeting my goals on my rebuild of Death Out of Time. And the revised story line is coming together, especially with the help and insights of two of my earlier readers. So today’s post is a snippet of what I’ve written recently. Will this clip make the final story? Probably. Will the wording or details change? Absolutely. But this is a chance for you to see my “work in progress” in its initial stages.
Madeleine decided to stop for a late lunch before driving home. The State Capitol was just a block away, and she had a number of fast food restaurants to choose from. She grabbed a salad at one and took a seat by the window. The skies had finally cleared as the hurricane moved north and further out to sea. But the heat and humidity had returned with a vengeance.
She paused in mid-bite as a familiar face approached on the sidewalk. Jenna, in a smart suit, was coming from the direction of the Capitol. The urge to bend over as if she had dropped something overcame her. But she was only halfway down when she heard the tap on the window.
Damn, she thought, straightening to see Jenna smiling and waving. She waved back, hoping the reporter was on her way to an assignment. Instead, Jenna came in and said, “What a small world. Let me grab a drink and join you.”
“So what brings you to Richmond?” Madeleine asked when Jenna sat down.
“I got to cover a special legislative session today. The regular guy’s on vacation this week.”
“That means another story for you?”
“Yep, and it beats the hell out of my usual assignments.”
Madeleine stared at the menu board above the counter and drew a slow, measured breath. “I suppose most people find politics more interesting than archaeology.”
Jenna put a hand to her lips. “Oh, shoot, I’m so sorry. That came out all wrong. Covering your work isn’t one of those usual jobs at all.”
“That’s nice to hear.”
“Madeleine, I’m really sorry. I know I’ve gotten off on the wrong foot with you. My mom’s always said my mouth rushes ahead while my brain’s still getting into gear.”
Jenna leaned forward. “It’s just that I really like your brother, and I’d like us to be friends, too.”
Madeleine took a bite of her salad and chewed it slowly, pulling her own thoughts together before she spoke.
So, I’m slogging forward — to what I hope will be the right story. “Time” will tell.
How’s NaNoWriMo going for those of you who are participating?
And now to close with one from the “Ouch Files.” Have you ever been one of dozens of people to comment on a post—and, upon revisiting it, then realized you’re the only one not to get a reply? Ouch.