I'm back in the blogosphere for reals this time, you guys. PINKY SWEAR. I'll even be dropping by other blogs to say hi.
Blows your mind, don't it?
Anywho, I've been in a writing funk lately. Sure, I love The Quiet Calling but things haven't really been clicking.
Until this past weekend, that is.
I had a MAJOR epiphany.
*salutes Major Epiphany*
So, in celebration of this epiphany, and of my FOR REALS return to the blogosphere, I'm posting an excerpt today.
Yep, it's true. Excerpt time!
From what I've gathered, a lot of you guys seem to like August (the character, not the month) so this excerpt is for all of you.
Just a little background: Jane Hawkes, the MC, ran away from home in the beginning of the book to a town called Silver Creek, where August Phoenix works as a doctor's apprentice. They got into an argument the night before this scene. Let's see what happens.
She walked back towards the saloon at a slow pace; it was about a half mile from the church, but she didn’t mind the walk. Other young ladies might have worried about walking by themselves, but Jane wasn’t. She wasn’t even surprised to see August fall into step with her out of the corner of her eye. He had been waiting for her near the tanner’s shop and caught up to her when she walked by.
“I knew you would try to make a getaway,” he said to her while they walked.
Jane didn’t respond. She continued to look at the path ahead of her and ignore the presence by her side.
So they walked. The sun was beginning to grow hot, but neither one of them mentioned it. The left side of Jane’s body resembled that of a rag doll; her broken arm hung by her side, but if she had any pain she didn’t discuss it. She looked very fragile to August, but he knew that she was far from it. That fact had been proven the previous night when she yelled at him.
Jane felt her anger towards him receding as they walked farther and farther. Then she remembered that she was going back to the saloon, and later to visit with Strickland. These thoughts were more than she could handle.
August stopped walking when he felt her absence. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
She sighed. “I don’t want to go back.”
“What do you mean?” he stayed where he was, but let his curiosity show.
“You might not know much about me, but you know how much I hate being a saloon girl,” she explained. “Also, I’m exhausted.” Then she sat. Right in the middle of the road. She sat in the middle of the dusty dirt road in a dress that didn’t belong to her. Then she lay down fully, determined to stay there until Mrs. Slate came to marry her off the Strickland. Her hair was in a tight bun, which hurt her head as she lay on the ground, so she let her hair out to mingle with the earth.
August let his mouth gape. Did she really just lie down in the middle of the road? This girl never ceased to surprise him.
And he hoped it would stay that way.
He lay down next to her.
They both closed their eyes and let the sun warm them.
Jane’s mind relaxed and she decided not to be angry at August anymore. He was probably the only one in town that was willing to help her, besides his uncle.
“August, I’m not angry at you anymore,” she stated matter of factly, eyes still closed.
“What made you change your mind?” he asked, skeptical of her sudden change of mind.
She propped herself up on her good arm to face him. When his eyes opened to look up at her, she said, “Because you’re laying in the middle of the street with me.”
He cracked a smile. He couldn’t help it. He was lying in the middle of the street with a beautifully stubborn girl.
Wow, I just realized that was kind of longish for a blog post. Apologies!
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