I still haven't named my novel! This is driving me batty, usually naming my writing and art is the easiest part for me. *sigh* In any case this is the revised intro to the book, I don't believe it has my editor's sign off yet, but here it is!
Alyce pulled into Midway, she had promised herself she wouldn't come back a failure. The definition of failure was a funny thing, while her career was better than ever, her personal life had taken a turn for the worse. She had suffered a very public humiliation at the hands of some she thought she loved. The legal battles afterwards just added insult to her shame and now she was running home to lick her wounds.
Not much had changed in Midway. There were a few new buildings, new kids loitering in front of the library and new cars in the circuit (a path through the town which people showed off their cars every Friday and Saturday night) but it was the route it had always been. The same people were in Mick's Diner, a few years older but still staking claims to their usual spots. The seats were still covered in ugly orange leather and the coffee mugs just as stale as she remembered. It wasn't that Midway was afraid of progress they just preferred white mugs with brown stripes and no one was going to change that. Reluctantly she began to smile, she did find charm in the familiar peculiarities of home. (*Author note - this sentence is the reason my husband doesn't want to edit for me any more.)
Mick's Diner was at the corner of her Grandparents street and Main, which made it the perfect spot for the first snow of every season. Her Grandfather would walk her down for a cup of hot chocolate in those ugly mugs. He'd order coffee for himself and extra marshmallows for the young lady, they'd sit at the window and watch the cars slide around. Each car would offer a lesson he'd share with her, don't slam on your breaks, don't accelerate too hard and before long she was able to beat him to the punch. She began to wonder if the old man was trying to teach her more than just driving tips.
Lost in her memories and on auto pilot she hadn't even notice that she'd parked in front of her grandparent's house. It was early spring, the front yard was just about to bloom, soon it would be engulfed by flowering trees. They were her Grandmother's favorite, she had an apple, cherry and a flowering dogwood all in the front yard. Two azalea bushes framed the flower bed, soon it too would be springing up with spring's bounty. As she recalled from childhood there would be hydrangeas and tulips, till later when her grandmother would plant the summer flowers. Still even with all of the flowers the trees where her grandmother's pride and joy, she always said it made her feel young to sit in the 'raining petals'.
To separate the yard from the driveway a small waist high brick wall that lead up to the porch. It was made of two rows of small bricks with concrete filling the center, all the grand kids had spent hours walking back and forth on it. We'd share one pirate, runway or concert adventure after another, looking back the neighbors had to think they were all crazy but it was never a dull moment at Grandma's. Alyce's favorite part of the front yard has to be the most simple, the porch swing, there she'd sit listening to anyone who'd swing with her. She'd watch the trains go by in the distance and the sun set on summer's nights, just before collecting those elusive lighting bugs. From that swing anything was possible and she was going to do it all! She tried to resistance the urge to sigh. Fortunately she didn't have long to dwell the disappointment with her situation before she heard her grandmother's sweet voice call out.
It still really bugs me I don't have a name, I am going to start losing sleep over it soon!
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