This was my view in the shuttle from the airport to the house we stayed in. My skin and my hair told me that Lake Tahoe was very different than Houston.
Once at the house, this was the place I chose to sit most days. First, it was by the fire. The nights were chilly and so were the mornings. Also, this view was amazing. The first day, 5 of us went to a Thai restaurant and got to know each other.
The next morning after breakfast, we sat in a large group (there were 11 of us at the workshop) and we had to do an elevator pitch, a one sentence description of our novel.
I had such a great idea:
"Luci starts to have memories of a murder that she witnessed as a child after she moves back home to her small town in Central Texas."
Seemed so simple and succinct. Little did I know it would blow up later in the week.
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