I noticed a blooper I made in the previous post and it's been bugging me so I'm going to post a *sub* post today. There was a paragraph missing and to me it's important that I get this in so you can read it.
Maybe the title of this post will also make more sense too--or not. The paragraph I'm speaking of is a sample *first* of my very first novel, so here goes:
The snow swirled in gigantic, dark, sinister-looking clouds, making the rocky shoreline appear treacherous in the fading light. Closing the screen of her laptop, Jan Rosewood stood and stretched her aching limbs, cramped from too many hours of re-writes. The "nor-easter" called to her free inner spirit to just forget deadlines and editors, run out into the storm and let the wind's sting drain her of her fatigue. But her logical side knew that was not an option.
That, my friends is an attempt to begin the story I long to tell to the world--what do you think, without having been given any clues as to what the plot is about? Is there a possibilty that I *might* be a new voice in Maritime fiction? And perhaps it's totally unfair of you, or me to ask such a question with so little to go on. After all, it is only one paragraph. But wouldn't it be cool if this was THE one to alter my life's course--something to think about.
I do now have to get back to packing lists, laundry and organizing my wardrobe for our western adventure.
I hope to meet you back here tomorrow,
Barb
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