One of the reasons I write is because my mother told me these incredible stories about growing up during the Great Depression and living through WWII.
I know it wasn’t as romantic as I want to believe. Times were hard and people were resilient.
I have been trying to finish this second book and was thinking through the characters when something came to mind. My book is set in the 1940s, but what if the setting was today? I mean now, during this pandemic.
Here is an excerpt from my book in progress:
The driver’s shout brought her back to the moment, and Emma made haste to reclaim her seat. It annoyed her to see that stretched out on the seat in front of her was one of the young men from the back of the bus, especially since there were so many empty seats.
He was wearing a silly grin as a mop of sandy brown hair fell recklessly over his twinkling blue eyes. He nodded to greet her. Emma almost smiled at his goofy, anxious grin, but she bit her lip and turned away, pretending to ignore him.
“Can you play that guitar?” He faced backward over his seat and motioned toward the case.
“As a matter of fact, I can.” The corners of her mouth turned up slightly before she turned back to watch the traffic.
Now today’s version:The driver’s shout brought her back to the moment, and Emma made haste to reclaim her seat while being sure to stand six feet apart while waiting in line to board the bus.
It annoyed her to see that stretched out on the seat in front of her was one of the young men from the back of the bus, especially since there were so many empty seats. Immediately, she began searching for one with more distance from the rude stranger. At least he is wearing his mask, she thought.
A mop of sandy brown hair fell recklessly over his twinkling blue eyes, but his mask covered his mouth, so she was not sure if the twinkle was from friendliness or if he had ill intent on his mind. He nodded to greet her.
Emma took her seat and turned away, calculating in her mind if his germs would reach her and wishing he would go away.
He faced backward over his seat and mumbled something inaudible as he pointed to her guitar case. Was he here to steal her guitar or did he want something else?
“I’m sorry. I can’t understand what you are saying. Speak up.”
There are so many things in our life I have taken for granted. Things like a tender embrace, Sunday visits, shopping, and facial clues. The thing I miss most, though, is seeing people smile.
I am really hoping when this is all said and done; we have not forgotten how to smile.
I would love to see an excerpt from one of your books- In today’s setting! Show me your stuff!