I don't usually share writing here but thought I'd share a little of what I'm working on now. Please feel free to share a bit of your work in the comments or link to wherever you share such things. Please also feel free to share stories of revived manuscripts that eventually found all their necessary elements after being set aside for a while.
CLOSING TIME (excerpted)
Holy shit! She’s flirting with me? Okay, gotta go. I smile and nod. And then I cringe—right before I run the hell away, ditch my shopping cart next to the Ace Bandages, and slam my sweaty palms against the bathroom door as I shove my way in.
Stevie is leaning over the sink, splashing water onto her face. I swear it’s all happening in slow motion. Water droplets shatter against her skin and cascade back toward me like exploded fireworks.
My hip slams into the sink next to Stevie’s and my whole body reverberates. Every uncontrollable to-and-fro echoes up from the soles of my feet and thrums along my spine before it crescendos in my brain. I’m like a crash test dummy bouncing against the steering wheel. I grip the edge of the counter and manage to steady my limbs, but I can’t slow my breathing.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Stevie stares at me in the mirror. Water drips off her chin.
“Tampon Girl.” It’s all I can manage between ragged breaths.
“What does that even mean? Are you hallucinating? Oh, shit.” She puts her hands on my shoulders and turns me to face her. “Don’t look at her, Brynne. Focus on me, okay? I need you to tell me what you took. And how much.”
I shake my head. “No. Nothing.” My eyes lock on something beyond her elbow. The stick on the counter looks just like the one on the front of the box—right down to the pink stripe.
Doesn't the writing process sometimes feel like hiking a trail after a heavy rain? Will this end in the satisfaction of a job well done, or with something broken?