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My First Novel: About Chapter 18
Do truly creative people have an unspoken language? Is there some sort of high-level right-brain telepathy going on the more left-brained folks can’t tune in?
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Chapter 9: And on the Seventh Day, They Nagged
“Prepare your hearts for worship,” came the call from the new minister. Brooke was seated in the family pew, near the front, across the aisle from the one she had crawled under during her great-grandmother’s funeral. Her mother let her stay under the pew that day. At least curled up in a ball their little […]
My First Novel: About Chapter 8
“Everyone is different” has become pretty much a platitude these days. It’s just how different is the issue. Maybe your thing is to always wear bow ties or lavender stockings. Or both! Or maybe your “different” goes deeper than that.
Chapter 8: A Right-Brained Girl in a Left-Brained World
The Clover was usually empty in the very early morning. Business regulars would start coming in around eight (they didn’t need to be uptown until nine). Artists never arrived until at least ten, unless they were like Dorothy and there weren’t many of them. So it was a surprise on the morning Brooke arrived to […]
A Thanksgiving I Will Never Forget
I’ll never forget my first Thanksgiving away from home. After only a few months of work, I was promoted to an assignment in the home office; told to report, bright and early, on the first Monday of November. The year was 1963, and my career was off to a good start.