The other day I visited Struggling Writer’s blog and found an excerpt of his current NaNo writings. I was impressed by the fact that he had posted part of his work and left his site thinking about if I could do the same thing. My answer was definitely not.
However, I found myself thinking about this for way longer than I should have done and eventually came to the conclusion that a writer should be confident enough to show a part of their work – no matter how small. I slept on that realisation and the next day I decided to post an excerpt of my own work…but it didn’t happen.
Today I’m going to take a leaf out of Struggling Writer’s book and I’m going to share the unedited opening of Mirror Image. This will be the first and only excerpt I’ll place here and I hope you like it (I won’t be offended if you don’t).
“In grief at your death, but in gratitude for your life, and for the privilege of sharing it with you, we commit your body to be cremated.”
Kirsti Fowler stared at the coffin, tears blurring her vision, a lump causing pain in her throat. Was her twin brother really in that wooden box? How could it be possible? She turned to her parents and found them huddled together. Her mother sobbed uncontrollably and tears rolled down her father’s cheeks. She had never seen him openly cry before and it made her feel uneasy. Kirsti’s older brother, Tim, stood ashen faced on the other side of them. He stared at something just above the coffin. Kirsti had seen that look many times before and knew he was a million miles away.
Her gaze returned to the framed photo of Owen sitting amongst the beautiful array of flowers on top of the coffin. The smiling face stared back at her and a small sob escaped her throat. How could he be dead? A mistake. It was all a horrible mistake. It had to be. She swallowed and turned her attention back to the grey-haired priest.
“Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”
They say write what you know. I know about a family’s suffering when a young person dies and I wanted to explore the emotions my family felt and the way other people reacted to us in a setting that may overlap my own life, but is completely fictional in all other ways. More than that I will not say, except, I guess you can now see why the words are flowing so easily.
My NaNo Progess:
Today’s Word Count: 2,228
Mirror Image – 23% Complete