(my younger sister, my older brother, and me,the Jersey Shore, years ago)
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(my younger sister, my older brother, and me,
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We've been talking about outlining, not outlining. Below is a scene from a novel-in-progress that emerged from nowhere, then set a tone.
Before I get to that, though, may I extend enormous gratitude to The Shelf Elf, for her truly dear and generous words about House of Dance. I've been working through the deepest dark of this night (rain outside, a drumming in my head). I found her post by almost accident. I am so grateful.
The agent left us there, outside the locked-door of our graduation house. “To the sea,” Tim said, taking the lead for once, spinning an imaginary umbrella in the spitting-with-winter air. We drew our plastic hoods over our heads and when we got to the beach, we took off our shoes and ran. Ellie got to the water before the rest of us could. She stomped down a wave, and then I joined her, and Robb did, and the waves were freezing—oh God, the whole beach was. When I turned I saw Tim and Kevin in the distance, walking the rusted pipe that stretched parallel to the shore. “All the way to Cape May,” Tim directed, and now we were running toward Tim and Kevin, our shoes in our hands, clambering up the pipe, catching our balance, marching south.
The wind blew the salt into our skin. Robb’s hair rose and fell like it might fly. We walked single file, the rust beneath our feet, until the skies grew dusky and Kevin jumped from the pipe and reached his arms toward me. I leapt high and up and down, and I knew he’d catch me. I knew that he’d hold me, and he did, and then we both turned and saw Ellie still high on the rusted pipe, Ellie alone, and Kevin put me down and reached for her, and now Tim was taking Robb into his arms. Then we all stood just inches from the first froth of waves and tossed clamshells until real darkness fell.
11 Comments on Eruptive Scenes from a Novel in Progress, and a thank you to The Shelf Elf, last added: 4/6/2009
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Oh, that picture tells so much - we have photographs that look much the same way.
Aww, that's so cute!
Great photo. I love the Chuck Taylor shoes. :)
Really a sweet photo! Love seeing those happy young faces. You're still a cutie :)
What a wonderful shot! Such a neat memory!
I used to love going fishing with my grandma. Probably have some pictures like that somewhere myself.
OMG, I love this photo. It's so period, so full of memory and stories.
Now I want to go dig out some old photo albums :) What a great photo!
I love that picture. It should be the cover of a book.
That's an awesome picture. Thanks for sharing. :)