I realized I never reported back on my October challenge. I wrote almost every day, and that resulted in finishing a short story and my novella.
I also spoke with the editor about the original short story I submitted to her. I confessed that it had been so long since I’d worked on it that it was feeling lifeless to me. So she’s considering the new short story in its place.
Here are the openers for both of the projects.
Casa Soledad (novella)
“This house was in the middle of a reno before it was put on the market,” Lauren said, double-checking the street address on her navigation system. The two of them were driving around a huge lot—almost two acres, according to the sales flyer. A tall stucco fence, crumbling and exposing stone in some places, blocked the view of the house, which was almost dead center on the property according to the map on the flyer. This was a house Marcy had insisted on seeing. It hadn’t been on the list her mother had put together for her.
the end; the beginning (short story)
“My face felt raw, scratched. I struggled to open my eyes. I propped myself up on my forearms. Waves broke against the shore, sucked back, withdrew into the ocean’s depth, and returned full force. I sat up. I was wearing a skirt I hadn’t seen (or fit into) since college. My shirt—soft, faded, and transparently thin in some places—was an old favorite too. Where had they come from? Stranger still, where was I? I didn’t live near a beach. At least, I didn’t think so.”