Anyway, the idea is to go to your WIP, and search for words like "time" or "moment" or "forever" in your writing. Pick your favorite snippet out of what you find and share.
My WIP is a historical MG set in the mountains of NC. It involves a now-gone community, the building of the Clinchfield Railroad line, and the hiding of an Italian immigrant. I'm hesitant to say more until it's finished.
I tag #5amwriterclub members, Lori Twining and Karma Brown.
Anyway, here goes (this is a first draft people - and you are the first to see any of this!)
Later that night, in the quiet time after chores were done but before sleep came, she sat with her Pa out on the cabin porch. Fireflies twinkled over the field and the stars were only touching distance away.
“You ain’t going to make me go and live with Aunt Della are you?”
Papa’s hand fell to her shoulder and she climbed into his lap like she did in younger days.
“You’re about too big for this, girl.”
Maddie tucked her legs tighter beneath her, trying to make herself small. “You didn’t answer me.”
Papa wrapped his arms around her balled up figure and rested his chin on the top of her fine hair. “One day you’re going to leave me anyway, girl. You’ll be like that Lucy Tipton, dolling yourself up, looking for a fellow under bushes and brambles.”
“I ain’t, Papa. Miss Lucy wants to leave Lost Cove. She wants to go to Johnson City or Spruce Pine. I want to stay right here.”
“Right here’s good, child.”
Maddie settled into her Papa’s warm chest and the gentle sway of the rocking chair. But inside she felt uneasy, like something had started she couldn’t stop.
A star shot across the night sky. From the woods came the scream of something, most likely a rabbit, dying at the hands of a predator.
And far off in the distance, from over the mountaintops, came the rhythmic clang of iron hitting iron.