How goes progress?
I'm chipping away, as with a chisel, pretty steadily...just beginning to get into the really fun part of the story. Most of the time I can only see for a few paragraphs ahead of me, but I know where I'm going!
Where did you get the bulk of your writing accomplished? In the quiet of your room, outside on the patio, on the bus?
I write at either the kitchen or dining-room table, depending on which room is quietest at the moment (and switching from time to time if necessary!).
Do you have a Pinterest inspiration board, or other collection of images, that inspire your story? If so, share one or two of them with us.
No Pinterest board for this one (yet)...but this gorgeous picture is what I've had as my laptop wallpaper since I began, and which really evokes the setting of the story for me:
Have you introduced a new character into your story? Tell us about his/her personality.
Mrs. Strickland, Ellie's mother, has come into the plot by now. She's a hard-working, often tired and rather faded woman, who doesn't often complain or question things, but certain events prompt her to unexpectedly show some spirit and take over part of the fairy-godmother role to this Cinderella story.
How would the main character of your story react if he or she were introduced to you?
Well, we're both the quieter type, so I don't know if either of us would say much at first...but Ellie's not really as shy as I am, so I have a feeling she would be the first one to direct the conversation and try to make me feel at home.
Snippet-time! Share a snip or two from your weekly writing.
When Ellie innocently observed one afternoon, "Fred Taylor came by the other day and asked me if I'd go with him to the Kennedys', but I told him you were taking me," some of the shock Cole felt must have communicated itself to the horses, for they leaped gaily and ran for half a mile. When he had got them stopped Ellie was laughing, clinging to the buggy top with one hand with her hair blown in wisps around her face they way he liked it best and shining in the sun, and between noticing this and trying to get the horses under control and processing his indignation at the remark that had started it all, Cole's state of mind for a minute or two was unenviable. Fred Taylor, indeed!
"We'll wedge them with newspaper," said Mrs. Strickland, who had certainly acquired new qualities of positivity over this project, "or find some other way. You've spent too much money and took too much trouble over all this to have it spoiled by a shoe."
"What's all this fuss over a new dress for anyway?" said Ed, from the corner where he was barricaded with a newspaper, having been forced to withdraw there by the amount of "frills and stuff," as he put it, laid out on the table and the old sofa.
"Ellie's going to the Fourth of July dance, that's what it's about," said Mrs. Strickland.
Introduce us to the antagonist in your story. Does he/she prefer crunchy or creamy peanut butter?
I believe I already mentioned Ellie's older brother, Ed, back in Week One. It seems highly unlikely that he's ever tasted either, and he'd almost certainly complain that both kinds were too expensive.