It’s already Thursday. Can you believe it? Between sleepless nights (thanks to my toddler), and cranky days, I’ve managed to get some writing done in my spare time.
So even though I’m not absolutely satisfied with the quality of my writing this week, I’m continuing with the tradition of sharing a sentence (or two) with you–because I’m getting over my need of perfection before sharing.
The thumping grew louder, pulsing rhythmically at me, as if my footfalls had a delayed echo through the woods and only now caught up to me. It made my heart race to look out upon the water, blue as Damien’s eyes.