“Turner Adam Madison.” The words flap over them like clothes on a line.
i read the line above while editing
just now and immediately an image popped into my mind. So I stopped to write this. It may not mean much, but the implication of saying a name crisply does. To me, it does. Had copied most of the conversation before realizing that I would be giving away too much, and since this one sentence is the one that made me stop,
it’s the only one I’ll keep.
No one but me can read this novel today, but my aim is to publish it soon. I’ve been saying that for years and posting about it since last, but it’s on its way. Toying with the idea of posting it here. Not sure about that. Will see.
Forgive also that there are no clothes on a line but a sheet on a fence (I could digress but won’t, you’re welcome), but that is the image that appeared. Probably because … hmm, don’t know why except that I’ve had it for a while and maybe it’s time to shooo! But why remember it so suddenly?
i will add the first chapter sentence
so that there’s at least a little more than someone’s name and a visual.