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My First Novel: About Chapter 17
Nothing succeeds like success. And after several false starts, Brooke is finally seeing the benefits of that. So much so that her “little business” is starting to become not so little anymore.
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My First Novel: About Chapter 7
Objects have power. They can represent who you are, where you’ve been, and can elicit all sorts of memories. They don’t have to be luxury items. In fact, they rarely are. They can be as simple as a coffee cup – or a paintbrush. Brooke is no stranger to these objects.
Chapter 7: Tales of the Pacific Northwest – and Big Dogs
The Clover Café opened at six, or thereabouts. The faded red sign, where a black felt-tip wrote in the hours, had fallen behind a case near the door years ago. These days the hours seemed to be, “We’re open when we’re open – not when we’re not.”
My First Novel: About Chapter 6
Things move so fast these days, we no longer can wait for “full generations” to label people. We now have micro-generations. Each having their unique history and values. The most notable are the Xennials, aka the “Oregon Trail Generation“ …
Chapter 6: Xennials are People Too
Brooke started showing up more at The Clover. Blair poured her coffee, making sure to push the ground ginger she always sprinkled on top within reach and said, “I’m glad you keep stopping in Brooke.” “Thanks,” said Brooke. “You guys make me feel like I fit in, as if I belong here somehow. I like that.”