Wow, has it ever been a crazy spring! I don’t know about
you, but I could really use about 6 more hours in each day … or maybe just some
better time management methods. Anyway, after several weeks away, I’m finally
back in the WeWriWa loop, this time with a brand new YA novella, Rendezvous with Destiny. For a few months now,
I’ve had an idea for a pre-WWII story. I’ve had a couple of false starts, but
hadn’t had much luck getting it down on paper. Finally, on Tuesday, I decided
it was time to sit down and get serious about stringing words together, even
though I only have the vaguest idea where it’s going.
So, without further ado, here are the first 8 sentences. I
will warn you, this is a very rough first draft so please forgive any mistakes
and feel free to make suggestions.
October 18, 1941
The sight of the pretty blonde girl
sitting cross-legged on the hood of his battered Ford truck, a novel balanced
on her ankles made David grin and jump off the porch, landing on a small pile
of fallen leaves which crunched and turned to dust beneath his weight. He felt
his mom’s eyes burning a metaphorical hole in the back of his neck while she
watched him lope across the yard, but he didn’t care.
“Hey, Rosika,” he yelled. He lifted his
arm and drew back his arm, taking just a moment to pick a target point before
releasing the football he held. It arced in a perfect spiral, closing the
distance between him and Rosika, missing her nose by mere inches before
dropping out of sight on the far side of his truck.
David sensed, more than heard, Rosika’s
irritated sigh.
“Are you ready to go?”
“I was ready to go ten minutes ago,”
Rosika said, “which is the time we agreed to meet.”
Don’t forget to check out the great writers who have also
decided to participate in this week’s WeWriWa and Snippet Sunday blog hop.
There’s something for everyone.
