First Sentence Friday! CHAPTER TWELVE
My mother in law once told me (and I might have said it before) “you write such hard, sad stories!” I do, but what I’m really trying to write about is the reality of life, and the inevitable ending for all – death. When I’m writing a tough scene, I tend to plow right through it, and strangely, it can often be the one I write fastest, and with the most assurance. I can’t explain that, but where I tend to drift, and meander is when I’m writing a scene intended to lay some sort of groundwork for why something is happening, or when I’m trying to discover a new and unique way to describe a smell, or how it feels to a character to witness something upsetting. Those are HARDER. Weird, I know.
Either way, the opening sentence in the chapter for this week was handled so I wouldn’t give anything away, meaning I’ve left out a name, because, otherwise – spoiler.
Last week Wallis Ann was on the back of their mule, Pete. She was sent off on her own to get much needed help, a doctor. That’s all I’ll say.
Burying ********** turned into a matter of urgency.
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