In my last post, I shared Stephen Koch’s motivational words on what it takes write. I also mentioned that as soon as I read those words, I opened up a new Word document and wrote the first paragraphs of a new story idea. Actually – it’s an idea that I’d already approached in an earlier draft but felt it was lacking in something. So, instead of just talking about the simple act of just sitting down and actually writing, I thought I’d share a sample of my work. The working title is A Light in the Woods, and I don’t know if it will turn into a novel or a short story, geared more towards the women’s fiction genre than romance. So – here goes nothing!
Jenna Daniels shivered as the cold rain pelted her face. A knot formed in the pit of her stomach watching the red glow of tail-lights disappear into the fog. A minute ago, she’d been warm and dry, watching the forest closing in around the small 4×4 pickup truck that had carried her up the washed-out forest service road to the trail-head. Now, she stood alone in the gravel lot atop Springer Mountain, in water almost to her ankles, with nothing but the woods surrounding her no matter which direction she looked. The weight of her backpack dug into her shoulders, feeling more like fifty pounds than the thirty-five she’d been so proud of earlier that morning. The camo rain jacket she’d purchased last minute at Wal-Mart did little to ward off the chill that began to set in as she stood immobile, wondering just what she’d gotten herself into. There were no signs of what her life had become; no phones ringing; no horns blowing; no yelling; no lawyers; no irate ex-husband; no unanswered calls to her kids – or waiting for return calls that often never came. The gentle rhythm of raindrops tapping on the tree canopy replaced the noise in her life, soothing her frayed nerves – washing the salty taste of her tears from her lips. She wasn’t sure why she was crying.
Filled with the uncertainty of what she was about to undertake, her only options were to dig out her cell-phone and beg her shuttle driver to return to pick her up or put one foot in front of the other and start walking. She decided the time had come – all that had happened in her life had led her to this moment. She took in a deep breath, then turned towards the eighteen-inch-wide foot path known as the Appalachian Trail. She didn’t know where she was going – what, or who, she would find when she got there. All she knew was that she had to go.
So, there you go! Like I said, I don’t know where this opening will take me, but I’m grateful that I was able to just sit down and start writing!