Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop where writers post eight to ten lines of their work. Over the past weeks, I've been posting the opening of my books.
Dancing in the White Room is a book set in winter and centered around skiing. Since I'm writing this post on the hottest day of the year so far, snow seems a very distant thing. But, then again, maybe a reminder of cooler temperatures is just what's needed.
In the book, Mallory must decide if her relationship with PD Bell is worth fighting for. It begins with a fight--the challenge here is to show two people who care about each other, but are having some real trouble in figuring things out.
Dancing in the White Room is a book set in winter and centered around skiing. Since I'm writing this post on the hottest day of the year so far, snow seems a very distant thing. But, then again, maybe a reminder of cooler temperatures is just what's needed.
In the book, Mallory must decide if her relationship with PD Bell is worth fighting for. It begins with a fight--the challenge here is to show two people who care about each other, but are having some real trouble in figuring things out.
The alarm goes off at four-thirty, and I stare at the skylight of our sleeping loft. Bell
bangs on the clock to keep it from singing out again. I turn my back and nestle under the
blankets. It’s almost March and it shouldn’t be as cold as it is—five below last night according to
the thermometer propped outside the kitchen window. The temperature inside’s not much
warmer. Bell would probably say I’m the one causing the freeze. We spent the past few days
fighting. I did my share of pleading and cursing. I refused to help him pack his gear.
bangs on the clock to keep it from singing out again. I turn my back and nestle under the
blankets. It’s almost March and it shouldn’t be as cold as it is—five below last night according to
the thermometer propped outside the kitchen window. The temperature inside’s not much
warmer. Bell would probably say I’m the one causing the freeze. We spent the past few days
fighting. I did my share of pleading and cursing. I refused to help him pack his gear.
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