Happy, happy Sunday!

Today has been such an important day of rest for me. It’s my only day off of work this week, so I have gotten so much done (like taking a shower!). Specifically with writing!

Here’s a little update on Small Town Star.

Title: Small Town Star

Words Written: 3,591

Milestones Hit: Prologue, Chapter One!

Barriers To Writing: I am always working. Every day. Except Sundays!

Honestly, giving Cassidy a personality was one of the biggest motivator ever. I have written so much today! I’m so proud of myself for finishing chapter one. I’ve started chapter two, and I’m not planning on stopping!

Also, in chapter one (at least for this draft), Cassidy meets Shane for the first time, and he is super fun to write. So basically I love my characters.

I have to confess, I’m a bit of a hypocrite. Remember that post I wrote, about the Four Things To Avoid In Your Writing? One of the things to avoid is describing eyes.

Well, y’all. That is the beginning of the book. The first chapter starts with describing a horse’s eyes.

I will probably change it, but I do really like it.

Here is a fun exert from chapter one…

Haley was in the office when I stumbled through the front door. She glanced up from her phone, a strand of her soggy red hair falling into her face. 

“Good morning.” Her gaze bored into my skull.

“Morning.” I groggily crossed over to the counter to clock in. 

“Cass, how much sleep did you get last night?”

I yawned. “Three hours… I think?”

She moaned, her face falling into her hands. “How many times do I have to tell you-”

“-to get some sleep, for heavens sake?” I finished for her.

She shot me a look. “This is not a joke, Cassidy. How are you going to get work done if you’re running on two hours of sleep?”

“Three.”

“You and I both know its closer to two.”

I sighed. “Maybe if you stop working me so hard, I could sleep.” I smirked, reaching for my energy drink, only to find it wasn’t there. I groaned. Must have left it at home.

“Never mind, you’re right. How about I go home really quick and grab some coffee?” I suggested.

She gave me another look. “I’ll get us both coffee. What do you want?”

“Biggest size they have. Black.”

“Black?” When I gave no further elaboration, she muttered, “I will never understand you.”

“What do you get, a skinny vanilla latte?” I asked over my shoulder as I shoved my jacket and keys into my cubby.

I hope you enjoyed this post! How is your project going?