Aggie Endersleigh
Today, I have something for you to read. It's a passage that I've decided to remove from my work-in-progress but I will use it in a future novel. This is still in first draft condition but I'd love to hear what you think and whether it creates the same emotions in the reader as it does in the writer (me). *** Aggie Endersleigh was dying. She wasn’t quite sure how old she was. She knew that the terrible magical explosion had taken place two days after her seventy fifth birthday but nobody would tell her how long ago that was. Some days it seemed that only a week or so had passed since then and on other days, when she caught sight of herself in a puddle or a window, she thought that decades must have gone by. Her grand-daughter had braided Aggie’s hair, finishing it with a tartan ribbon, and fastened her shoes for her. Such a good girl. There’d been cake and presents and lots of people laughing. Sometimes in her dreams she saw their faces but when she woke she could never...
I'd like to jump into some of these photos!
ReplyDeleteLove these. A different emotion with each!
ReplyDeleteI gotta start doing this: getting some thought-inspiring pics and just writing.
ReplyDeleteLove that orchid and I want to step on that barge and head down the river!
ReplyDeleteStacy, would love to know what emotions each picture creates for you.
ReplyDeleteTbank you for all the comments.