My Monday morning ritual is to reread what came out of Sunday’s writing session. Yes, there is a Sunday writing session. It’s one of my favorites of the week, in fact, because it’s generally the longest stretch of uninterrupted time I get to work. Weekday writing tends to be chopped up in bits around the kindergarten bus schedule, girl scouts, ballet, homework, dinner prep; you know—life.
But on Sundays, I wake up, make pancakes, let Chris sleep in his one day a week, and my reward is, I get to pad upstairs to my office with a mug of hot coffee and dig in.
My husband takes the kids for some adventure, and I’m left in the blessed quiet. Occasionally, when they have an at-home activity planned, I’ll grab my laptop and scoot out to my favorite coffee shop in Warren and write there.
I’ve reserved the past few Sundays for working on my chapter book— a middle grade mystery featuring a cast of rodents in a noirish caper.
Here’s a tiny peek at some of what’s been emerging these past few Sundays:
“The house was dark and quiet for the most part. Spike skulked beneath the first story windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of Gisela before bounding in unannounced, when a blood curdling scream stopped him in his tracks. His ears shot straight up in the air and he listened for any other sounds in the night. A rustle in the bushes on the north side of the house set Spike off after the sound. Paws on the ground, he broke into a full run and headed into the brush after whoever was fleeing the scene.
He could hear the quick breaths and snarls of the intruder as he closed the distance between them. When a sharp thorny branch hit him square in the nose, the fugitive nearly eluded him, but Spike sprang deftly off his hind legs and tackled the animal to the ground.
A long pink tail flashed in the moonlight and Spike realized the bandit was Rodent. Then, when the rodent shouted a foul word and turned around swinging, Spike panted, “Avery? Is that you?”
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