Snow, snow and more snow… this seems to be the first of April’s gifts if in fact one views snow this time of year as a gift. I can’t complain at all really, for snow has been sparse this past winter, and a day tending the wood stove an easy occupation instead of my daily routine. As of now we still have power [she knocks on wood] so we are happy.
Ready or not, here comes the final installment of Chapter 1. Just in case you are new to my blog, or have been out of the loop, scroll back two weeks and start at the beginning of the novel, working title, Mrs. Hendricks and Company. Here is the last of the beginning chapter. There is much I am still intrigued with and am sorting out but as I mentioned, both Mrs. Hendricks and this new ‘assistant’ of hers are most certainly haunting me until I get their story straight. Another perk, there are no politics here, only drama.
Dear Younger Self,
There really is no easy way to tell you this, so I’ll just say it, you will have regret. You will step on someone’s toes when you meant to leap over them and yell when you should whisper and wear the wrong thing to the right place. You will dance when you should sit and sit when you should dance. You will hate what is good for you and love what will leave a mark. Your regret list is already a long one, and Act Three is only beginning. But for the most part these are moths or confetti or frosty regrets; trust me, they will not linger forever. Each will cause you to pivot or stumble or need a rest. Afterwards you will rise stronger. Each time. My best advice? Have faith in yourself. 
Nine Cent Girl 