Sorry I missed last week. We were on vacation. This week, my kids are away at camp, and the house is eerily quiet.
I’m no longer posting from Leaps of Faith because…it’s LIVE! Today is its “book birthday.” It also happens to be my 20th wedding anniversary. We’re going out for sushi and to see Wonder Woman later.
I’m technically supposed to be getting about 1/3 or so of Drumbeat written during Camp NaNo, so I’m back to using that as my WIP. I think I’ve introduced both Cian (hot Irish dancer who is also deaf) and Jamie (adorable drummer with a zillion piercings).
A little background for the snippet: Jamie grew up homeless (couch-surfing variety, not on-the-street variety). He left home at 15 and eventually found his way to his cousin’s family. Here, his mother has a slightly more stable living situation, and Jamie’s visiting her in Rhode Island. (Geographically, this is not that far from Boston.)
WIPmath: 7/12/17 = 12 sentences
Jamie tried not to judge his mother’s church attendance; she was a born-again, and she maintained that it helped her stay clean, so he didn’t question it. He didn’t have any memories of her when she’d been using, so he had no idea what did or didn’t help her. If church meant so much to her, it wasn’t his place to tell her his feelings on the matter. But he wouldn’t be welcome in the church she attended, no matter how much they embraced and accepted her.
He pulled into the crumbling parking lot behind her building. A group of preteen boys were there, laughing and shoving each other. One of them had a bag full of bang-snaps, and they were tossing them at each other’s feet and shouting. A woman with a toddler in a stroller passed by and glared at them before going back to her loud conversation on her cell phone and pushing the stroller with her free hand.
Jamie pressed the buzzer, and his mother let him up. He ascended to her fourth-floor apartment and opened the door. Inside, it smelled like a combination of cooking food, her cat’s litter box, and stale cigarettes. For Jamie, those were all familiar, comforting in the same way as his mother’s embrace when she put her arms around him.
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