Hello everyone and welcome to my birthday month! I have reached the grand age of twenty-nine and look forward to what the next year has in store for me.
This month I am focused on the Open Novella Contest on Wattpad. Because writing four novellas in three months (and editing them so they can be entered in the contest) is a lot of time commitment. I should have anticipated it, but somehow I overestimated how quickly I would be capable of editing. I will get them done, but it’s taking most of my time this month. Wish me luck as I try to finish the second half of four novellas in just over four weeks!
As usual, I am still posting Slow Motion Whirlwind (about 15 parts still to post and then it will all be up!) and working on the Road to Christmas. I hope to get back to regularly scheduled writing in April with Camp Nano, but I’ll talk about that more next month.
I also wanted to let you know that I will for sure be back to regularly scheduled weekly posting starting in April (hopefully sooner).
Thanks for your support,
Elizabeth.
Excerpt – Match Made Part Six
We both stop walking as we reach the set of double doors at the end of the hall. He doesn’t have to tell me what’s behind it. We are both aware that these doors hide the master bedroom. If this were a normal marriage situation, this would be our bedroom. The only thing making this less awkward was the fact that we had four other bedrooms. We wouldn’t have to fight over who gets to sleep in the bed.
We stare at the door for a few minutes before I break the silence, “The doorway is very nice.” I run my hands through my hair as I try to calm my anxiety.
He looks at me and furrows his brow, “The doorway is nice?”
I want to die of embarrassment, “I just meant . . . because you designed the house.” I struggle to find the words to explain myself. “I was trying to compliment you to make it less awkward.” I continue to wring my hands and refuse to look at him.
He quietly interrupts my thoughts as he reaches for the brass doorknob that stands out against the white door.
“May I?” he asks quietly. Somehow, he is making me feel calm despite my instincts to be nervous, so I nod and return my hand to his as he leads me through the door.
The room is at least twice as large as any I have seen before. My eyes don’t know where to look as I try to take it all in.
Eliza Solares 