I've been cheating on the temporarily kinda officially titled The Quiet Calling with it's sequel, and day-um, it has been good.
Sure, writing The Sequel has been tough, but once and a while I get paragraphs like these:
Before long, August was in the woods. The sluggish air around him calmed his jumpy nerves and made him feel at home. He’d missed the tall, slender trees, the mossy ground his horse trod on, and the rustle of dying leaves that signaled the oncoming winter. All these dear, familiar things he had forgotten for months. The woods welcomed him back like a long parted lover as the trees’ gently swooped branches grazed the top of his head with a proud fondness.
August worried his sudden appearance would not go as well with the Indians.
August makes trees sexy.
In non-relatedness, I think next week I'm going to post writing from my early writing days. It should be a hoot.
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