I got to my desk later than I intended today. My daughter had a physio appointment this morning. That's three of us in regular attendance now. One shoulder, one achilles and now one ankle!
Then there was the supermarket and homeschooling. Also I needed to hose the new strawberry plants, the sweet peas that are still hiding somewhere under the soil, and my annuals.
Then, when I finally got to my computer, my mind went blank. I had to translate my notes of: Clara arrives, Maddie and Clara clash, and Maddie and Clara make tentative truce, into several scenes covering a week or two.
Somehow I got there and even managed to exceed my word count for the day.
Two young woman, one wearing cowboy boots the other in a pair of elegant ankle boots, traipse over an icy path cut through three foot of snow. Their goal: to collect eggs from the hen house.
Somewhere between discovering that hens can be victims of coyotes or raccoons and that fresh eggs are often covered in 'unmentionable' dirt, the young women realise that they may just have something in common after all.
Oooh, thanks for the little peeks! I'm dying to read your story, sounds lovely, Sue. I need to read something other than crime. Hurry up and finish it. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Joanne. I am hurrying, but book one and two need to be finished first.
ReplyDelete:D Sounds good. I'm dying to read it too.
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