Yesterday I typed up a new rough first and second chapter. In the first chapter I hope to pull in the reader to the protagonist-introducing her as a person getting ready for the first day of a new semester at the college where she teaches Drama. She is settling in for the night when something very strange and alarming happens to her. I follow this with chapter 2 which shows us a little of what we might expect from the antagonist.
Here is a little taste:
I put the last folder in my slim, black briefcase. I wasn’t going to take the other bigger one. I had finished all the charting and Student Learning Outcomes (SLOs) and was ready to connect with my fellow theatre colleagues. Christmas, Chanukah and Kwanza had all been observed appropriately and my decorations were long put away. The media reported that sales had been good for merchants.
Before we know it, we’ll be adding Three Kings Day to the mix.
I wondered what the holidays might have been like if I had had children…well if I had a husband even. The holidays were often lonely for me as my adoptive parents had passed on several years before. I had no family to speak of in California. I relied on friends to include me which thankfully they did.
Skye Winter. 33 and single. Maybe this year will bring some changes for me.
I had no reason to think that was likely, but I still had hope that my life had much more in store for me.
I double checked the doors and turned down the heat. The embers from the fireplace in the living room were still glowing. The fire screen looked closed and I flipped off the lights and headed to my bedroom. Living in the mountains was chilly, but I loved the crispness of the air up here. Having to drive down the hill to the college could be treacherous in the winter, but the roads were clear now. It hadn’t snowed since January 29th.
I got ready for bed. My usual ritual was to wash my face, brush my teeth and comb my hair. I looked in the mirror. My blonde hair hung loosely around my shoulders. My eyes looked tired. I finished up, dropped my jeans and warm Henley quickly on the arm chair and pulled a night shirt on. I set the alarm on my cell phone, plopped it on the night stand next to me and slid under the sheets and cozy white duvet. I liked to imagine that the fluffy spread was like being covered by a white cloud.
Well, not really. Clouds were damp or wet. Ugh.
I snuggled down, pulling the covers up to my neck. I adjusted my head on the pillow. The house was very still. A slight breeze rustled through the pines outside.