So I have been M.I.A. for a bit, trying to pursue freelance opportunities and working on my novel. It feels like I have been working on it for an eternity and I finally don’t hate everything. I actually believe I can FINISH this thing, which is inspiring. Since I’m feeling reinvigorated, figured I’d share the opening paragraph for those interested:
“The world flickers in as consciousness returns. All hushed and muted, with the crackled distortion of an old millimeter film. Pain radiates through my skull. Confused, I blink against the throbbing. Strips of light flash above me and slide slowly from view, like a disjointed strobe. My body rumbles softly as nondescript jazz buzzes quietly in the background. At the edge of my peripheral, a strange shadow hovers. Panic creeps in. I am injured and unarmed in the backseat of a car, with no clue how I got here or where I am going. Breathing is difficult. Just before full blown hysteria starts, a familiar voice cuts in.”
May share more in the future. If I haven’t decided to quit writing. Again. Forever. For the seventeenth time…this year.