It took three weeks to write this bit, because when good writing means seeing the world through my protagonists eyes, and this chapter is going to hurt. A lot.
Penny felt her muscles tighten up. Her jaw clenched so tight that her teeth hurt. Her mouth went dry, and she couldn’t ask any of the questions bursting in her head.
Papa answered, as if he could hear her thoughts. “The President has said that the Union must and shall be preserved. The erring states must be brought back. The President has called for soldiers, and -”
“No!” Penny could see where this was going. She tore herself out of Bella’s arms and threw herself at Papa. “You can’t go off to war! I saw the recruitment posters, and Abigail talked to the recruitment officers. They want men between eighteen and forty-five. You’re too old, and Yosef is too young. You can’t go!”
I couln’t write almost anything while this was hanging over me:
- Did some research and touched up small scenes
- Didn’t write blog posts
- Didn’t write magazine articles
- Didn’t write PAPA IS GOING TO WAR AND HE WILL COME BACK DAMAGED IN BODY AND SOUL.
- Didn’t write FLUTE TEACHER IS GOING TO WAR AND WILL KEEP ON AFTER HIS LEG IS BLOWN OFF
- Didn’t write how family life goes on even after Papa stops coming home every night.
Time to torture my poor little hero. Oh well. She’ll live.