Taking into account that NaNoWriMo and Camp NaNo manuscripts are discovery drafts, these were my first lines.
Not the crack in the master bedroom wall. Not the shattered water pitcher in the kitchen. Not the books fallen from the shelves.
It was the child’s shoe that undid her.
This was the last line I wrote tonight:
When she returned from Palomar tomorrow, she’d leave. She’d sneak away without saying good-bye.
I will be doing the following to celebrate:
Eat a large Mother’s Market pluot
Buy vegan sushi
Try a new vegan Thai restaurant
Find a frame for a Channel Islands watercolor
See the Scorpion pilot for the 11th time.
Anyone else a winner tonight? I’d love to hear about it.
Happy reading, writing and eating,