Wow! I wrote for two hours last night, trying my hardest not to procrastinate.
Here is a excerpt:
Lane leaned against the dented mailbox, absently chewing on her lip in a nervous sort of way. The color yellow stretched around her like a quilt, the orange of the house behind her faded into the rust red of the barn, wheat waved around her, the flat ground making you want to pull away. As you zoom away, the frame of your vision growing, the yellow of the tips of the wheat continues out unbelievably far, the flat, unchanging coat ripples, broken only by the brown road that she stared down, waiting.
She started from her stupor as the dust of a truck coming down the road showed her that her order was here. Lane yanked a stray hair from her face and tucked it behind one ear, she stood straight, and waved at the driver. Her shockingly blue overalls broke the yellow haze, and she looked strangely out of place for a born-and-bred Strouter. The truck pulled up, and Lane leaned in the passenger window,
“You want me to drive up to the house? It'll be easier to unload.” The older man was her uncle, and she smiled, and opened the door.
“Yeah, that would be great. It might be hard with only the two of us.” She hopped into the seat, which smelled like it always did, of dogs and herbs, reminding her of all the times she had sat in that very seat as a toddler. “I need it in the second barn actually so we could just pull up there.” the rumble of the engine was loud, but her uncles voice was used to talking over the sound, and as they pulled past the first barn, he said
“The second barn? I thought you two had stopped using it.”
“Well, with only us we didn't need it for farming, but I've been using it on my own a bit.”
Hmm, that was longer then I thought. Anyways, that is the very beginning. I'm off to start writing again. More later!
