So... I'm back for Six Sunday. Sorry for the hiatus. I had a busy September... Quit my day job (yes, to write... How incredibly immature, right?), got a bout of bad bronchitis that I'm still recovering from, and basically rearranged my life. But I feel good. The novel is in its final stages of editing, so I hope to start querying before the end of the year. Any feedback--comments, likes, dislikes, suggestions--is heartily welcomed and eagerly sought.
This week I'm sharing six sentences from the chapter following the last six sentences I posted. The novel explores stretching cultural boundaries through a story of love and loss. I hope you enjoy!
“I promise I’ll behave. Didn’t I behave last night?”
He had. Hand-holding wasn’t a crime, regardless of how guilty I felt about it. It wasn’t about him behaving, though. I might not be able to put it into words, but I knew I had to limit my exposure to Michael—things would happen otherwise, things I didn’t want to think about.
Please remember to visit the other Six Sunday-ers -- some awesome writers and stories in there! I look forward to reading your work, and thanks for the visit. Have an outstanding Sunday!