A Whole New World

This novel writing business sure is exciting, isn't it? Well, sometimes. I hear the groans from those of you who have actually finished, revised, re-written and re-read a novel. :-)

I wrote 1200 words today. But, not consecutively. Does that make sense? I wrote out a conversation that played out in my head to take place at some point in the novel-but not at the point I'm actually at. I wrote the end, or a bit of the ending. I have a paragraph that I'm really stumbling on. Does anyone want to chime in?

Here goes.

When she first left home, the romanticism of her mother finding her in Las Vegas, her mother offering a sober and heartfelt apology was so desired that Audra looked for it. Every car door she opened-when that was the only job the casinos would give her-she searched every face, every female southern accent caught her ear, every ring of the phone. It never happened, and Audra came to the realization that it never would. She spent the next few years bitter about it, and soon found out that it was draining. So, she ignored it. Any time her mother or that dusty little town entered her mind, she changed gears.

Late night edit-I found it, I just needed to be deliriously tired, but in a silent and calm household. :)

The romanticism of her mother finding her in Las Vegas and offering a sober and heartfelt apology consumed Audra for the first year in the new city. The only job casino owners would give her, opening car doors, gave her opportunity to search every face. Every female southern accent caught her ear, every ring of her phone caused her heart to race with anticipation. It never happened and Audra came to the realization that it never would. She spent the next few years bitter about it and soon found it that it was draining her, rather than motivating her. Finally, she ignored her past altogether. Any time her mother or that dusty little town entered her mind, she changed gears.