Ana posts the first sentence of her new (old) WIP.
I am gradually disconnecting from my CSA job. Dark dirt embedded in my hand and knee callouses is wearing off. I don't rush outdoors at daybreak. A stubborn ache in my left butt has subsided. The biggest change, though, is in my head. My imagination is back.
This is good news! Ideas for my three WIP compete for frontal brain stage.
I read an announcement for a new press dedicated to westerns and western historicals. So I decided to pull my first novel out of its dust covered folder.
Here's the opening sentence.
What do you think?
Gripping the crisp Demand
for Payment notice, Stormy Hawkins marched up to the Prosperity Land and Loan,
pushed back her leather work hat, and kicked the door with the dusty heel of her
boot until she heard the heavy thunk of a deadbolt.