Excerpt: Chapter One

From my WIP, Through Charlotte's Eyes

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The man awkwardly smiled. “I am so sorry, mademoiselle,” he laughed, causing Anne’s heart to race. His accent was slightly off—but not American. “It is just, you are so striking, and now that I finally see you up close, I am sure.”

“No,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t bother with the lines. I’m not interested. Got it?” She buttoned the top button of her pea coat as she turned to go.

“You misunderstand,” he called after her.

Her heart still racing from nervousness—rather than from the man’s friendly demeanor—Anne walked away. The wind blew her hair into her eyes and mouth. She wiped at them both. She stopped an intersection, looking left, then right. He didn’t seem crazy—just odd, especially with his comment. What kind of strange pick-up line was that supposed to be? She slowly felt calmer, feeling like she’d done the right thing confronting him. He wasn’t anyone to be scared of.

“Anne Marie?” The man caught up to her.

Anne spun around. Her heart was suddenly pounding full throttle again, nervousness, like blood, surging through her veins. He knew her name. He was stalking her. There could be no other explanation.

I'm a TA...

...for two middle-school workshop sessions in April. It's not much, but I'm excited about it. I haven't tutored in about four years now, and it's been even longer since I've tutored kids. Even then, I was helping the kids with math and reading. This time around, I'll be teaching kids about creative writing - specifically, using all of their senses to write. THIS is the kind of stuff I love to do and have wanted to do for some time: fostering the passion for writing in kids. If you couldn't tell, I'm really excited about this!

But, I'm exhausted today, although I have no reason to be, so I'll keep this post short. Til tomorrow!