I'd been wrestling with my work in progress and this week, the sun parted the clouds (both literally and figuratively) and there it was, the finish line, the ending of my story. I haven't quite reached it yet, but now that I've figured out more or less exactly where I'm going, it's moving forward and I'll soon be crossing it.
In the Fall Line, my main character, Mia, has been trying to make a comeback to her ski racing career after an accident. Her best friend, Tin (Christina) has left the team and taken her life in another direction.
In the Fall Line, my main character, Mia, has been trying to make a comeback to her ski racing career after an accident. Her best friend, Tin (Christina) has left the team and taken her life in another direction.
"Sooner is better," Tin said. Jack was on one side of the bed and I was on the other. Tin was squeezing both our hands and if her grip on mine was indication, it would take us both a week to get feeling back.
If there was a record for fastest birth, Tin might have broken it. Anna Mia Wilder, 7 pounds and 4 ounces, was born one hour after we'd arrived at the hospital. I didn't have much experience with babies and the thing that struck me was how tiny she was, and how vividly alive as she cried and opened and shut her miniature fingers. Jack held her in his arms as though she were made of glass until she quieted and then handed her back to Tin. Both of them were lit up like Christmas trees, elated wouldn't begin to describe it. A mix of things roiled through my gut, happiness for Tin and Jack, amazement at the tiny human they'd made together, and a kind of sadness, like I was outside with my nose pressed to the glass wishing for what was inside the window
If there was a record for fastest birth, Tin might have broken it. Anna Mia Wilder, 7 pounds and 4 ounces, was born one hour after we'd arrived at the hospital. I didn't have much experience with babies and the thing that struck me was how tiny she was, and how vividly alive as she cried and opened and shut her miniature fingers. Jack held her in his arms as though she were made of glass until she quieted and then handed her back to Tin. Both of them were lit up like Christmas trees, elated wouldn't begin to describe it. A mix of things roiled through my gut, happiness for Tin and Jack, amazement at the tiny human they'd made together, and a kind of sadness, like I was outside with my nose pressed to the glass wishing for what was inside the window
The Fall Line is my second ski themed love story. The first, Dancing in the White Room, is available both as an e-book and paperback. You can find more about it HERE
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