Weekend Writing Warriors promotes Snippet Sunday, when you post 8 sentences from a current writing project, published or unpublished. The 8 sentences below are from the opening of my six year novel-in-progress, Creative Destruction. Comments are most welcome.
The September chill crept into the car as I looked across the street at the house where the group sessions would be.
I closed my eyes and saw the blue on a paint square. I was familiar with those squares, the ones that lulled you into a false sense of potential as you stood among the palette of colors and dreamed that this color, among the hundreds available, was the one. This blue never stood a chance, removed from the bright light of the store, slapped onto peeling shingles; it lost its promise to transform from the first brush stroke. Peeled layers revealed a variety of blue shades, testament to the many attempts before.
“I need to be with a group of women who can say ‘I know what you mean’” I’d said.
And this is where he’d sent me. It was perfect.
