But I'm finally back to new writing again. Here are a few sentences I wrote this week from my novella that at this point in the process I'm simply calling "Emilie's story".
Monday: Indeed, too many idle gazes drifted over the occupants on the dais in the midst of the dozens of casual conversations rolling through the hall.
Tuesday: Untrue, Emilie thought, you kept a tender memory and if your husband sees you together again, he will know it.
Wednesday: “Yes, aunt,” Emilie said in firm reply to the faint question in Noel’s voice, “we must.”
Thursday: As long as Emilie had known her, Noel had retreated into her dreams to escape the unpleasant realities of her life.
Friday: One leaned forward and spoke something into the queen’s ear that brought a sly smile to her face.
Saturday: What an absurd affectation, as silly as Sir Crespin’s slashed tunic and pointed shoes.
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