Well! It’s been a busy week. So busy that I didn’t write a post for the week… But, to make up for it, I’ve posted another chapter of Brodie, my first NanoWriMo novel, still unedited after all these years. 🙂
And for the record, I got over my writer’s block of last week and knocked out about 12000 words in my Camp NaNoWriMo novel. Thanks everyone for the extra suggestions from last week!
(Brodie is the historical novel based on my Husband’s great-grandparents’ immigration to the the United States from Scotland. If hopping in at Chapter Six is too weird, you can start here.)
Before Robert had the opportunity to develop any sort of routine or attachments, they were saying goodbye. Again a little awkward, Robert left a forwarding address and fifty cents for any postage they might accrue on his behalf.
They boarded a train in the heart of the city in the late afternoon and waved goodbye through the window.
Tillie had quite given up when a battered letter arrived at the house with her name on it. She’d never received her own letter before and shrieked with joy when her mother handed it to her with a smile. She tore it open and found a whole three pages of text written just for her. Bliss.
The letter was two weeks old and had names of American places she had never heard of. She despised the excitement that was evident in his words, even from so far away, but they were words for her from him, written in his familiar, sloppy, beloved handwriting that was so hard to read sometimes.
Also, just for fun, a glimpse into the writing process, courtesy of Henry Hitchings’ article Those Irritating Verbs-as-Nouns: